Chapter 672 Coincidence
The outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion was inevitable, and its development speed far exceeded Amber's imagination.
Zhang Jiao's uprising in Julu was like dropping a spark in the dry firewood, instantly setting off a raging flame that ignited the dead tree of Han Dynasty, which was already rotten at the roots.
Coupled with the court's untimely response, after the initial stage, it was no longer a problem that could be solved easily.
Most of these people are refugees who cannot survive due to the disaster, and there are also some squires and rangers who have been kidnapped.
Anyway, whether you like it or not, if you want to survive in front of a group of hungry people, you have to either fight your way out or join in wearing a yellow scarf. There is no third way.
Amber is now encountering such a situation.
Since he hadn't taken a shower or groomed himself for a long time, his hair was a mess and his clothes were torn in many places. He looked worse than a beggar.
When all the young adults had finished eating, then came the boys, and finally the women and children.
The Yellow Turban Team laughed, and then took a piece of yellow cloth that was dyed very unevenly from the hand of the person next to them, "Take it with you."
Taking the ugly yellow cloth around his head, he walked naturally into the team.
How about giving it a try?
Amber smiled and said nothing.
The Yellow Turban team took out a pancake from their arms and threw it over, "After you eat it, come with us. What's behind you?"
The little girl was very stubborn and swallowed her saliva at the same time.
But he didn't get a reply. When he turned his head away, he immediately showed a look of astonishment.
It was already getting late at this time, and groups of people sat in distinct groups in front of their own raised fires.
Moreover, this village did not know that the square team was a group of people, and then several teams of hundreds of people gathered over.
However, the ant thieves wearing yellow scarves obviously don't care about this.
It's a female!
"Where are we going?"
The square team walked in first, and then signaled a few people pushing wooden carts to send the sacks into the huts.
Amber tilted her head and looked at him without making any move.
Amber asked the little man next to her.
After walking like this for nearly half an hour, a group of people passed through the jungle and climbed over the hills, and finally arrived at a small village at the foot of the mountains.
In addition, these people are not in good condition, and they have basically failed.
"Just eat."
Amber answered truthfully.
Amber's words seemed to resonate, and many people had looks of indignation on their faces.
"Why kill?"
But he was thinking about Zhang Jiao.
When Amber heard this, he subconsciously looked at his back. The weapon he got from Zhao Dachui was wrapped in a jet black cloth, which was covered with dust, oil, and various unknown colors.
The Yellow Turban team had been waiting for a long time, but when they saw that there was no movement behind them, they couldn't help but frown and turn their heads.
"Commander Qu has an order. Let's replenish supplies first, summon more brothers, and then make other plans."
"You have to eat first, that's the rule!"
Amber replied softly.
He had met a great teacher and was deeply affected, so he was willing to lend a helping hand, but if he was a bad guy, he could also use thunderous methods.
"The government killed my brother."
Amber didn't say anything when he heard this. In fact, he had just roasted a rabbit, and the oil on his mouth hadn't even dried yet.
"Why don't you speak? What's your name?"
"are you hungry?"
The square team was regaining its previous expression, but because its back was turned to everyone, no one noticed: "Stay well from now on, I won't miss you."
A broken pottery bowl was handed over. It was filled with a bowl of water, with some vegetable leaves and a small mouthful of corn floating in it.
"Weird guy!"
Amber shook his head. With his current body, he could eat all the time, or he could eat nothing for a long time, and it would basically not have much impact.
Amber caught the dough, whose original color could no longer be seen. It felt like a stone in her hand.
The little girl then went somewhere else.
"Amber."
As soon as these words came out, several people around him subconsciously moved around, but they soon realized that they were all rebels now. Do they still care about this? Then he stood back up again.
Amber can sense the good and evil of a person very clearly.
"You can also use a knife? Not bad."
Amber turned around and saw the little girl standing next to her looking at her longingly.
The food and other things we obtained were prepared for them.
Continue to Bingzhou? Or should I do the Yellow Turbans for a while first?
"You can't survive alone."
If Zhang Jiao is the sun in the sky, then the man in front of him is the firefly in the night. Although the two are completely incomparable, they are both fools who burn themselves to illuminate others.
"Are you hungry?"
This is a Yellow Turban team that has just left the town and is preparing to go to the next location. The person speaking at the moment should be the leader of the team. He is about 20 years old and has a very thin body, but gives people a strong feeling.
"The dog officer deserves to die!"
At this moment, everyone else also looked over, with scrutiny in their eyes.
Looking around again, the young men had already begun to eat. The specific situation was similar to his.
"This is our temporary base. Once the supplies are almost collected, we will send them to Qu Shuai."
"Eat."
"OK, thanks."
The one who spoke was the leader of the Yellow Turbans. He did not turn around. "We are all from the same village. You are an outsider, so you'd better not have any bad intentions. Otherwise, you will know how sharp my knife is."
The leader of the Yellow Turbans smiled and continued to walk in front.
But if you look carefully, you will find that there is no bad smell on him, but a faint fragrance.
The leader of the Fang team narrowed his eyes slightly.
The group that Amber was with had the largest number of people, but they were mixed. There were more than a dozen women and children, eight elderly people, and the rest were children in their teens. There were only about twenty young and strong people who could really have a certain fighting power.
"Well, our village's surname is Fang, you can just call me Fangtou in the future."
If you are not satisfied with the answer later, then there is another way to deal with it.
Well, your knife should be quite sharp too.
The Yellow Turbans continued, "Why are you alone in this wilderness? Aren't you afraid of being taken away by a big insect?"
"I fled from Anyang County. I killed someone in my hometown and was wanted by the court."
The Yellow Turbans were forcibly stuffing the yellow cloth in: "If you follow us, you may still have a chance to survive."
"The knife passed down from my family."
Amber took the bowl and drank it all.
Although the Yellow Turbans ate wherever they went, the local military commanders were not vegetarians either. In addition, the combat effectiveness of ordinary people was really limited. If they really wanted to capture the city, they had to rely on those capable guys.
Although they were not full or drunk, chatting was an indispensable part after eating. After all, it was just dark and no one was sleepy.
The topics they talked about were also very interesting. They were all guessing what Zhang Jue looked like.