"The canal commander has ordered that we must conquer Zhao Family Village today to open up the throat between Jizhou and Youzhou.”
In the col., a commandant with a yellow turban on his head and riding a warhorse pointed his spear at a nearby village and roared.
A dense crowd gathered around him, each of them wearing a yellow turban and holding a variety of weapons. After the Yellow Turban Commandant gave the order, everyone immediately rushed toward Zhao Family Village in a crazy manner.
"The heavens are dead, and the Yellow Turbans should be established. Kill!"
Everyone shouted the Yellow Turban bandits 'slogan as they charged.
The deafening sounds of fighting woke up a young man who had fainted not far away. After rubbing his eyes, he looked at the scene in front of him with a dumbfounded expression.
"Did I…transmigrate?"
Ding! The Myriad Creation System is binding!
Just as the young man was scratching his head, a sound in his mind made his pupils widen.
"Hiss…Could it be that all of this is true?”
Binding successful!
[Time: 184 AD]
Coordinates: Zhao Village, Zhending County, Changshan County, Jizhou
[Host: Lin Chuan]
[Age: 16]
[Strength: 40]
[Commander: 35]
[Intelligence: 59]
Political Affairs: 38
[General Fragments: 0]
[Troop Fragment: 0]
[Special Fragments: 0]
"Year 184, wasn't that the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? But my data is too lousy, right?”
It should be known that this was the beginning of the turmoil of the Eastern Han regime. Millions of Yellow Turban soldiers swept through the nine most prosperous states of the thirteen states of the Great Han Dynasty, which also opened the curtain for the subsequent hegemony of the heroes and the chaotic times of the Three Kingdoms.
In such an era, the fall of life was as common as the destruction of grass. If one did not have troops, money, and martial arts, not to mention the struggle for power in troubled times, it was a problem whether they could survive.
Just as Lin Chuan was complaining that his lousy combat data could not show off in the Yellow Turban chaotic world, the system's notification sounded again.
The novice gift pack has been issued. Do you want to open it?
"Activate!"
Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining 500 General Fragments.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 500 military fragments.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Battle Soul Transmission x1.
Looking at the three notifications, Lin Chuan frowned and rubbed his chin, curious about the function of these fragments and the transmission of the Fighting Soul. The system explained directly,
Level 1 military type can be synthesized. Requires 100 military type fragments (500 people)
Level 2 military type can be synthesized. Requires 200 military type fragments (500 people)
Level 3 military type can be synthesized. Requires 500 military type fragments (500 people)
Level 4 military type can be synthesized. Requires 1,000 military type fragments (number of people is not fixed)
……
Third-rate general can be synthesized, requires 10 general shards
Second-rate general can be synthesized, requires 50 general shards
First-class General can be synthesized. Requires 100 General Fragments.
Top-tier generals can be synthesized. Requires 200 general shards.
Peerless General can be synthesized. Consumes 500 General Fragments
Peerless Divine General can be synthesized. Requires 1,000 General Fragments.
Looking at the row of data, it was not complicated. Simply put, these fragments could be combined into different troops and generals, and the more fragments were consumed, the stronger the troops and generals combined.
Lin Chuan had planned to continue researching the specific functions of the system, but he suddenly remembered something.
Isn't Zhao Family Village in Zhending of Changshan the hometown of the famous Zhao Zilong?
From the looks of it, there were only a hundred or so young and middle-aged men in Zhao Family Village holding hoes and carrying poles fighting hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers armed with podaos and spears. This was almost a crushing situation.
If he were to save the Zhao Family Village now, it was very likely that he would be able to subdue Zhao Yun before he even entered the official ranks. This was a peerless general, so Lin Chuan naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity.
"I'll study it when I have time. System, immediately synthesize a tier 3 soldier and a peerless general for me!”
[Consuming 500 military branch fragments, consuming 500 general fragments, synthesizing…]
Although 500 military fragments could synthesize 2500 level 1 military types, the art of war said: The quality of the soldiers was more important than quantity. The system had made such a distinction, so there must be a big difference.
A few seconds later, a virtual white light covered Lin Chuan's eyes. His vision blurred, and then a person walked out from the white light.
The person was wearing a golden chainmail and a purple sun helmet. The two silver hammers in his hands shone brightly under the sunlight.
[Target: Pei Yuanqing]
100
Commander 90
Intelligence: 56
Political 38
[Loyalty: 100%]
[Weapon: Octagonal Plum Blossom Silver Hammer]
[Mount: Earth Catcher]
"I, Pei Yuanqing, pay my respects to my lord!”
Pei Yuanqing's two hammers stood on the ground, almost causing the earth to tremble and the mountains to shake. It was very domineering.
This four-dimensional attribute made Lin Chuan's eyes light up, especially when his martial strength was as high as 100 points. One had to know that the maximum martial strength of a peerless general was exactly 100 points!
"Alright, with Yuanqing here, what's there to fear from a mere Yellow Turban bandit!”
After helping Pei Yuanqing up, it was as if thousands of soldiers were galloping behind him. Hundreds of soldiers were rushing over from the white light.
As the light faded, the five hundred cavalrymen in front of him wielded silver spears and wore silver armor. The white robes bound to the silver armor fluttered in the wind, making one feel awe-inspiring.
"This…is the legendary White Robe Army that defeated 32 enemies in 43 battles and avoided the White Robe Army?”
After Lin Chuan muttered, the 500 white-robed soldiers dismounted and knelt on one knee. They roared,
"Greetings, Lord!"
"Alright, all of you stand up!"
"Thank you, my lord!"
After everyone got up, Lin Chuan turned around and pointed at the Yellow Turban bandits and the villagers of Zhao Family Village standing not far away. He said coldly,
"Pei Yuanqing, I order you to lead five hundred white-robed soldiers and kill all those bandits with Yellow Turbans!”
"I accept your orders!"
Pei Yuanqing lifted his silver hammer and mounted his horse, leading the five hundred white-robed soldiers and galloping away.
"The Lord has ordered! Kill the Yellow Turban bandits!"
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