Chapter 37: The Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army

“Brother, I have an agreement with your monitor Liu Tao. It’s getting late now. You will rest in our camp, sleep soundly, and we will send you back tomorrow morning.”

Yuan Lang gesticulated with the communicator in his hand, looking at the depressed teenager and said enthusiastically.

“All right.”

Yuan Fang nodded. He looked at the time and it was already over 12 o’clock at midnight.

This night, a “wet nurse” took care of two classes. The workload was really huge, causing him to be exhausted and just want to have a good sleep.

The night was already deep, but the side of the bonfire was extremely warm. The beating flame transferred the heat to the body and was warm. Yuan Fang simply lay down, slept with his head on his arms and clothes.

Before sleeping, Yuan Fang stared at the starry sky again, fantasizing about what great changes should take place in the human world when the big black stars slowly descend in the sky.

Many doubts rolled in his heart, and his consciousness gradually blurred, so he fell asleep.

Yuan Lang and others, surrounded by the bonfire to be responsible for the alert, while warming the fire, while communicating in a low voice.

Everyone lamented how important it is for a class to have a healer.

They don’t know how long it took.

Two groups of people have been changed by the bonfire.

Yuan Fang was awakened by a strange sound. He opened his eyes and sat up.

The sky is slightly bright at the moment.

The distant dawn rose slowly on the horizon, and huge dewdrops condensed on the grass.

The air was fresh and smelled of grass.

There was also a faint fog floating deep in the dense forest.

The bonfire was still burning, and a guard team was sitting beside the fire. At the moment, everyone stretched out their necks and listened attentively to the movement in the forest, with strange expressions on their faces.

“Someone is coming?”

A male student in the Shield Fighting Department released star skill, perceived carefully, but found no sign of life.

But at the moment everyone, but at the same time, heard chaotic footsteps coming from the dense forest in the distance.

“Be careful!”

The boy blew his whistle in his hand. The loud whistle will wake up the sleeping teenagers.

Everyone ran out of the shelter.

“What happened here?” Yuan Lang shouted.

“Monitor, there are a lot of people coming, but we can’t detect each other’s position!”

The professional Shield Fighting boy reported the situation with a serious face.

Yuan Lang’s ears moved.

He also heard this strange footstep, the sound is messy, the number is very large, with the passage of time, the volume is getting higher and higher, seems to be sprinting towards this side from a distance.

“Prepare to fight.”

Yuan Lang issued the order, immediately 12 teams, all into combat.

Yuan Fang also stood up.

He frowned and stared closely at the distance. At the moment, the thick fog slowly escaped from the dense forest, and there seemed to be countless shadows moving in the depths of the thick fog.

“Do you hear anyone inside except footsteps?”

Yuan Fang walked to the side of the shield fighting student and asked in a low voice.

“No.” The boy replied.

“Am I hallucinating?” Yuan Fang said to himself.

Just now he clearly heard an extremely weak cry. The tone of the voice was somewhat strange and did not seem to be the current popular Mandarin.

Carefully distinguish, indeed some puzzling language, what “heaven… world… good luck”.

Chicken tonight, good luck?

Is there anyone playing mobile games over there?

After more than ten seconds.

The shield fighting boy suddenly pricked up his ears, blinked his eyes, turned to Yuan Fang and said, “What did you hear just now, super healer?”

“Good luck with the chicken tonight.”

Yuan Fang grumbled angrily. At this time, the noisy sound in his ears was a little louder, as dense as torrential rain.

He concentrated his ears, but the words “heaven… good luck” were still incomplete as if there was a vague world across the street.

After listening to Yuan Fang’s words, the boy frowned. He sighed and said, “Is it? I heard someone talking, but I couldn’t hear it clearly!”

Yuan Fang shook his head and smiled, put his hand on his ear and said, “The volume is increasing. Wait, I’ll listen carefully!”

He suddenly found that his ears and hearing were much better than those of ordinary people. Is it the effect of golden stars?

“Chicken tonight, good luck?”

Yuan Lang came up and shouted angrily at the dense forest in the distance, “Which class? Who did still play games so early? Is there any discipline?”

“Longo, don’t make any noise!”

Yuan Fang pressed his finger to the corner of his mouth, made silence and continued to listen wholeheartedly. At this moment, the voice gradually became clear, and he finally heard the complete content of the voice.

His lips moved and he naturally followed the voice and shouted out.

“Heaven is dead, the other world would be built. In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good…” (Jia-zi is a traditional Chinese way of recording years)

When Yuan Fang shouted out this sentence, the boy at the edge slapped him and said excitedly, “Yes, that’s the sentence!”

Heaven is dead, the other world would be built.

In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good.

What is this slogan? Why is it a little familiar? A flash of light flashed in his mind, and Yuan Fang shouted, ” The Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army!”

In the dense fog of the dense forest, how can anyone shout the slogan of the Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army in the late Han Dynasty?

Yuan Fang’s eyes flickered. The voice was getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting more and more numerous and jumbled. It seemed that a torrent of troops was about to rush out.

“Dude, don’t panic, where is the Yellow Turban Insurrent Army?” Yuan Lang patted Yuan Fang on the shoulder and did not care. He raised his head and squinted at the dense forest, making a “tut-tut” sound in his mouth.

Yuan Lang, with his hands on his back and full of heroism, shouted at the dense forest, “Which class of guys is playing tricks? Quickly put away this boring trick, or I’ll kick your ass!”

“Don’t you think there is something strange about it, Long?” Yuan Fang suddenly asked in a low voice.

“What?”

“These people’s accents are not like us!”

“It’s really not like…” Yuan Lang wondered.

The thick fog in the jungle moved slowly, and countless dim shadows appeared in the thick fog. In the dim sky, it looked very strange.

“Ghost?”

A girl’s mouth came up with a word, her upper and lower teeth bumping against each other, and her face was a little bad.

Yuan Lang said angrily: “Is there a fucking ghost in the morning?”

At the moment, the fog suddenly turned out, and a row of figures came out. These people were tall, dark-skinned, dressed in military armor, holding pikes in their hands, with a piece of yellow cloth tied to their heads, and wrapped their whole heads in.

Their bodies are like iron, their faces are awestruck, and their eyes are firm. As they stride forward, they shout the well-known slogan in a low voice.

“Heaven is dead, the other world would be built.

In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good… ”

The sound of footsteps, like drums, struck heavily on the hearts of a group of young people. They looked at all this dumbfounded and seemed unable to believe their eyes.

Is it really the Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army?

Yuan Fang’s eyes suddenly shrank, and his body suddenly floated a layer of chill, such as falling into an icehouse.

“Heaven…”

Faint slogans, accompanied by the pace of the waves, a majestic army of the yellow turban, slowly from the dense forest fog, came out.