Chapter 164-15: Offering sacrifices to the Zhang Family (4K)

Chase and tie up the blue dragon and capture the fierce tiger, and with one spear, conquer the Tianshan Mountains.

This is the first comment of a player on He Ao’s post [Horses trample on the Qilian Mountains and the river shakes, soldiers rise up in the Xuanhuang sky].

I have to give Three Kingdoms Kill a 5-star rating.

This is the second review.

Steam.

This is the third review.

Even though many players have not clicked on this post, they can roughly guess what He Ao is going to say just from the title of the post.

Sure enough, just as many players guessed, there is only one core point in He Ao’s post.

He Ao called on players who had not joined the [Soldiers] to form their own teams. He Ao would provide the coordinates of the weak barbarians in the northern border who had not yet entered the stage of seeking knowledge, or had just entered the stage of seeking knowledge, for players to conquer, kill, plunder and rob.

At the bottom of the post, He Ao gave the coordinates of some barbarians.

"Below are the coordinates of some barbarians. These are the coordinates of the barbarian villages that Niu Bu and I encountered on the way to Beiting. We were in a hurry to get to the new copy of Beiting and did not clear the barbarians on the road. If nothing unexpected happens, they should still be there.

I have posted the coordinates below. As an old player in the first test, this is all I can do for you. As for whether you are willing to continue to stay in Yancheng and wait for the NPC to replenish the herbs, or go out to plunder the northern border, it is up to you.

Oh, I forgot to mention that among the seven carriages we are escorting, two are loaded with herbs and bottles and jars. Are you really willing to continue waiting? Why don’t you wait until we return to Yancheng?

By the way, let me say one more thing.

Since everyone is playing games, I still suggest that everyone stop wasting time.

The ladder of reality is solidified, wealth is solidified, so it’s okay for you to waste your time. After all, in reality, we are all NPCs, and sometimes we can only barely make a living after running around and working hard.

But now everyone has entered the game. Damn, I can’t understand why you don’t race against time in the game and instead waste time.

Don’t waste your time, roll it all up for me!
Next, I, He Ao, will also start rolling!
Little barbarians, wait for your Grandfather He to ride his horse to the Qilian Mountains!"

People say one thing to your face and another behind your back.

In Niu Bu's opinion, He Ao has no right to say that others are wasting their time.

They are both first-test players. Even if He Ao cannot be ranked second on both lists, he must at least be in the top five to be worthy of his qualification as a first-test player.

This guy's ranking on both lists has dropped to outside the top 10, but he's pretending to be a mentor on the forum, teaching players not to waste their time and to roll up their sleeves.

"He Ao!"

"Don't just talk and don't practice. Just let others roll up, and you should roll up too!"

"Xiaoer, I'm going to ask you to run 10,000 meters first!"

He Ao, who had just returned from the forum, was lying on a carriage, with his legs crossed. He had a piece of grass he had picked up from somewhere in his mouth, and his legs were shaking constantly:
"Waiter, I haven't been working hard before. I just changed my job and it's not a job I like. Although the Military Skills School is a bit similar to the Mohist School, there is actually a world of difference between the two!
The military skill school can at most barely use the Mohist mechanical techniques, but the concept is completely different from the Mohists making their own mechanical techniques.

Now, the official has briefly introduced the Mohist Camp and some of the Mohist mechanical techniques in the forum, so this means that the official will launch the Mohist next. Even if the Mohist is not launched, the Mohist Mechanical Camp will be launched!"

At this point, He Aomeng turned over, his face full of anticipation and excitement: "Brother, my time has come!

As a first-test player, how could I be inferior to the first-test players in reputation?

Wait until my Mohist mechanical art becomes famous all over the world!"

"Bullshit, bullshit, I'm waiting!"

Seeing He Ao's sudden excitement, Niu Bu patted He Ao's drum hard. Niu Bu is a player, and as a player, he can still understand the excitement of playing his favorite profession.

It was just like the excitement I felt more than ten years ago when I used the holy knight to PK and kill the roaming gunner alone.

He Ao's post is like a beacon, guiding the players forward.

The players who followed the trend and squatted and waited at the NPC door had their own "main game line" in their hearts. In this big world with 100% freedom, they took the initiative to unite, and used the "game coins" earned from daily tasks to exchange for weapons such as ring-handled swords/scimitars/sabers, gathered together, and began to look for scattered enemies in the northern border.

The barbarians living in the scattered villages in the northern border are all very weak. The reason why the large barbarian tribes living in the oasis gather them together is simply because they are not of much use.

The eighteen barbarian tribes in the northern border are all nomadic people. They are not good at farming at all, and the amount of grain they obtain from farming each year is less than one ten-millionth of that of the Imperial Shang Dynasty.

Being poor at farming means that nomadic peoples do not need burdensome tribesmen. After all, every additional member who is poor at fighting and plundering will add pressure to the tribe, and they will need more food to plunder.

The eighteen tribes in the northern border all worship gods that evolved from monsters, and their tribal culture is also inherited from monsters.

Survival of the fittest, the strong prey on the weak!
After the two posts published by He Ao topped the forum's most discussed posts, other veteran players also gave advice to the new players to help them improve their strength.

As a person who graduated from a professional school, Su Shan gave some military advice to novice players, suggesting that players can use military tactics when attacking barbarian villages.

When talking about the art of war, Su Shan recommended two books, "Militia Training Manual" and "Friends of Military and Civilian Dual-Use Talents", to novice players in a tone of extreme admiration and worship.

There are three great books for time travel, namely the Barefoot Doctor's Handbook and the two books recommended by Su Shan.

With the contents of the three books under your control, it would be completely fine for you to shout the slogan "Cang Tian is dead, Huang Tian should be established" after traveling through time.

Although the two books recommended by Su Shan are slightly different from the game world, the tactical ideas and tactical play methods remain essentially the same.

After Su Shan posted a thread to recommend the book, Zhuge Wangye also started posting to guide newbies. Unlike Su Shan's bright and upright style, Zhuge Wangye's style is full of clever ideas.

What kind of golden soup plan, what kind of disguise as a disabled person, a farmer and a snake, what kind of disguise as a businessman or a fur collector and crossing the river in white clothes.

It's a shame. Zhuge Wangye's idea is very shameless. He completely abandoned things like morality and simply won for the sake of winning.

"Don't be so saintly, we are fighting against barbarians, it's a race war.

There is only victory and defeat in the war of races. It is hypocritical to talk about morality. "

King Zhuge also said the same thing.

One after another, carriages loaded with people drove out of Yancheng and moved southward in the direction of Beiting and Guifang. Under the guidance of He Ao, Susan, Zhuge Wangye and others, the players in Yancheng who did not join the [Soldiers] also joined this action of fighting to support the war and plundering the northern border.

As winter was approaching, the barbarians in the northern border underwent a major purge.

"It's finally here, it's finally here!"

"The map of Northern Frontier is too big. It takes five days to escort the carriage from Beiting to Yancheng!"

"The map of this game is ridiculously large. I don't know if there will be a teleportation array in the subsequent games. If there is no teleportation array, I will run to death if I just rely on my legs!" "I guess it will be opened. Otherwise, the game map is so large. It will take many years to get from the northern border to the southernmost part of the Imperial Shang Dynasty?"

"Let's not talk about this, brothers. We have escorted seven truckloads of supplies back. How much reward do you think the NPC will give us?"

"Three truckloads of supplies are enough for two months' wages. How come we have seven truckloads of supplies but not four months' wages?"

"Hiss, according to the prices of [Treasure Pavilion], the profit from this trip will exceed ten thousand?"

Niu Bu and more than fifty players were now eager to teleport to Yancheng. Their trip would take longer than Su Shan's, but their gains would also be greater.

After walking in the vast desert for more than two hours, the small city of Yancheng appeared in front of Niu Bu and others. Seeing Yancheng, the players' spirits were immediately lifted.

The scenery of the northern border desert is very shocking at first glance. The magnificence of the solitary smoke rising in the desert and the setting sun over the long river makes players who see it for the first time exclaim that the game is a big production.

But as they stayed in the desert for a long time and got used to the scenery, they just felt that the desert was too tiring and too lonely.

In the northern border desert, players sometimes walk for hours without seeing a single person.

If the players didn't just chat and gossip with each other, or go offline to do some other entertainment activities, they really couldn't stand such a lonely desert.

Fortunately, they persevered!
"Niu Bu and the others are here!"

"Fuck! Seven carriages! They're rich! Niu Bu and his gang are rich!"

"Su Shan and his team brought back a cart of Mohist books, which promoted the development of the game plot. Did Niu Bu and his team bring any books?"

"Are there any herbs for job transfer? Damn, more than 20 people have successfully transferred to the [Soldier] class. It should be my turn next!"

Niu Bu and his group of players inspired the spirits of other players. After seeing Niu Bu and his group returning with a full load, the players who remained in Yancheng immediately cheered.

It was as if they were welcoming a general returning in triumph.

"Hahaha, we're back!"

"Comfortable, comfortable, I'm finally back!"

"After many days of fighting, we finally return home!"

More than fifty players were filled with pride. In reality, they were all NPCs, but now, they were the protagonists of their own worlds!
Seven carriages were transported to the martial arts arena, and the players who got off their horses waited expectantly for Chu Zhongxing's arrival.

They look forward to what their reward will be.

Chu Zhongxing arrived at the martial arts arena from the general's mansion wearing light armor. As soon as he entered the arena, Niu Bu came forward with a fist clasped to report.

"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, Centurion Niu Bu has returned from the battle with his soldiers. In this battle, they captured seven enemy chariots, but lost thirty-four horses!"

"well done!"

Chu Zhongxing praised lightly. He glanced at the seven carriages and found that there was a group of people tied up in one of them.

Some of these people were wearing silk satin, some were wearing coarse linen, their mouths and eyes were sealed with cloth strips, their hands and feet were tied together, and they were thrown onto the carriage like pigs.

"who are they?"

Chu Zhongxing came to the carriage and asked Niu Bu, who quickly replied, "Commander, we got them when we killed the Quanrong team in Beiting. They should have been looted by the Quanrong in Beiting from the Imperial Shang Dynasty."

"Dead? Not moving at all?"

Chu Zhongxing immediately frowned and looked at Niu Bu with a puzzled look.

Before Niu Bu could say anything, this group of people started struggling as if they had heard Chu Zhongxing's question.

"Woooooo~~"

"Woooooo~~"

The person was still alive, but his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was encumbered by a cloth strip, so he could only struggle continuously.

Chu Zhongxing was relieved when he saw that this group of people were still alive. He was really afraid that Niu Bu and his group would bring back a cart full of corpses.

People are valuable only when they are alive. If Niu Bu really brings back a cart of corpses, Chu Zhongxing has to consider whether Niu Bu is mentally normal.

"Go, untie them!"

"He Ao, go notify the Fire Head Camp and ask them to cook some food and bring it over!"

"promise!"

There were 7 people, 5 boys and 2 girls, all teenagers. When their hands and feet were loosened and the cloth strips on their eyes and mouths were taken off, they immediately huddled together and looked at Chu Zhongxing with horror.

"Don't be afraid. This is Yancheng, Yancheng in the northern border of the Imperial Shang Dynasty. I am Chu Zhongxing, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Shang Dynasty's Northern Zhen Army."

"It was my soldiers who saved you from the Quanrong. If I'm not mistaken, you must have been robbed by the Quanrong."

After hearing Chu Zhongxing introduce himself, the panic in the hearts of the seven people was reduced a little. A boy in silk satin, about 7 or years old, took the initiative to step forward, clasped his fists and said to Chu Zhongxing:

"Thank you for saving my life, General. Zhang Chengjun will keep your kindness in mind and will repay you one day."

"It doesn't matter. Killing the barbarians and saving the people of Di Shang is the duty of our Zhenbei Army."

Chu Zhongxing looked at the extremely weak boy in front of him and nodded with a smile. He was still afraid that these boys in silk and satin were spoiled brats, and he would blame and scold them as soon as he opened his mouth.

If that was the case, Chu Zhongxing could only watch them leave Yancheng.

As for whether they starved to death in the vast desert, became food for monsters, or were killed by barbarians, that had nothing to do with him, Chu Zhongxing.

Chu Zhongxing is not a saint, nor is he a babysitter for these naughty kids.

"What are the identities of the seven of you? Is it possible that any of you survived the robbery by the Quanrong?"

Those who can afford to wear silk satin must not be from a poor family. As Chu Zhongxing thought, Zhang Chengjun clasped his fists again. When he mentioned his identity, Zhang Chengjun's face was full of pride and arrogance.

"General, we are offering sacrifices to the Zhang family. They are all my brothers, sisters and servants."

Pay tribute to the Zhang family?

do not know!
In the entire Imperial Shang Dynasty, I only know the Emperor of Imperial Shang!

(End of this chapter)