Empire

Thick clouds obscured the sky, and the biting north wind swept across the land like a knife. A tattered and dirty military flag fluttered in the wind.

Below the tattered military flag was a huge camp that stretched for more than ten miles.

Tents and shacks built with branches were interlaced, as if a forest had grown in the wilderness, and the smoke was lingering.

The pale and thin rebel patrols passed through the tents, and the collision of weapons and armor made a clanging sound.

Cavalrymen galloped through the tents, causing the drunken rebel soldiers holding wine jars to curse loudly.

There were bursts of shouting and cheering in the tattered tents.

Those were the idle soldiers who gathered together to gamble and have fun.

In a leaky tent at the edge of the camp, the cold wind poured in through the broken holes in the tent, making the tent as cold as an ice cellar.

A confused young man sat on a broken straw mat in the dilapidated tent. He was wearing thin clothes at the moment, as if he didn't feel the cold. He was looking at his bony strange body in confusion.

Chen Ziang could never have imagined that after a car accident, he inexplicably traveled to an ancient person with the same name and surname.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, feeling the piercing pain. He found that this was not a dream, but a real thing.

Isn't it said that doing good things will be blessed? What's wrong with me now? Chen Ziang wanted to curse in his heart.

When he was waiting for the traffic light, he rushed to save a pedestrian crossing the road, but was hit by a speeding car. He thought he was going to die, but who knew that when he woke up, he inexplicably traveled.

Although he cursed in his heart, Chen Ziang had been a professional soldier for most of his previous life, and he soon calmed down.

He knew that since some things cannot be changed, he should face them with the best attitude.

His head was dizzy, and countless memory information flows were intertwined. He finally sorted out the clues and knew the environment he was in.

From the memory of this inherited body with the same name and surname, he learned that he was now in a feudal dynasty called the Far East Dynasty.

China has a splendid civilization of 5,000 years, but even if Chen Ziang racked his brains, he could not come up with a feudal dynasty called the Far East Dynasty.

However, what made Chen Ziang happy was that although he had never heard of the Far East Dynasty, it was not much different from the feudal dynasty in his time and space.

It's just that his luck is a bit bad. The Far East Dynasty he is in is not a prosperous era with clear politics and rich people at the moment, but is on the verge of collapse. The

Far East Dynasty has been established for more than 400 years. In these hundreds of years, it has gone through ups and downs, but perhaps because it has been peaceful for too long, all kinds of contradictions have continued to accumulate and broke out this year. The current emperor is very old and now he is seriously ill. It is difficult for him to govern the country by lying in bed all day.

However, it was not easy to make matters worse.

The dynasty encountered years of severe drought, which caused rivers to dry up, crops to die from drought, many provinces to have no harvest, and the people had no rice to eat.

Although the court also ordered the mobilization of grain from the southern region for disaster relief, the officials from the aristocratic families did not know the suffering of the people.

They took the opportunity to embezzle money and grain, resulting in the interception of disaster relief money and the embezzlement of grain by them at high prices.

The people from all over the country who could not survive were forced to become refugees, leaving their homes to beg and try to survive.

However, the prefectures and counties were worried that the influx of a large number of refugees would lead to the deterioration of local public security. Instead of providing disaster relief, they sent troops to set up checkpoints everywhere to intercept refugees and prevent them from entering their jurisdiction.

Some officials took the opportunity to extort money. If refugees wanted to cross the border, they had to pay a toll.

Bandits and robbers from all over the country also took advantage of the fire to rob the refugees, robbed their money, and drew their swords against them if they did not obey.

The refugees who could not survive were increasingly angry under the joint exploitation and oppression of officials and bandits.

Many refugees ate up all their dry food, and their travel expenses were also robbed. Later, they could only eat wild vegetables and leaves to survive. Some old and weak people died on the roadside while begging, resulting in countless bones.

However, the dignitaries in the court turned a blind eye to this, and continued to enjoy themselves every night, regardless of the lives of the people.

As more and more people had to leave their hometowns to beg because they had no food, in just a few months, the number of refugees in the dynasty reached millions.

These millions of hungry refugees were like a huge powder keg. When their eyes were green with hunger, they finally couldn't help but rob the treasury.

The court quickly sent troops to suppress them, but the refugees were on the verge of starvation and could not care about anything. As soon as the refugees in one place were suppressed, another group emerged. Soon the uprising swept across more than 30 provinces across the country like bamboo shoots after rain, becoming a prairie fire.

And now the identity of the body that Chen Ziang inherited is a rebel soldier struggling on the brink of life and death.

He belongs to a rebel army in Qinghe Province of the Far East Dynasty, and they are facing the encirclement and suppression of the army led by the governor of Qinghe Province.

It stands to reason that Chen Ziang's rebel army has more than 50,000 people. Facing the Qinghe Province encirclement and suppression army with only more than 10,000 people, the manpower has an absolute advantage.

Unfortunately, the rebel army seems to be strong, but in fact the soldiers are of mixed quality, like a pile of loose sand.

The governor of the province has only 10,000 soldiers and horses, but they are all well-equipped regular troops.

Moreover, Qinghe Province is close to the capital province of the Far East Dynasty, threatening the safety of the royal capital. The court specially sent a brave and combative black cavalry to cooperate with the governor of Qinghe Province to encircle and suppress the rebel army.

Under the joint stranglehold of the Qinghe Provincial Army and the fierce Black Cavalry, the rebel army that Chen Ziang and his men were in lost three battles and three times. After several bloody battles, the rebel army was covered with corpses and blood, and suffered heavy losses.

Now the remaining more than 10,000 people are also trapped by the imperial army in this area of less than ten miles in radius, and are in danger.

The reason why the imperial court did not continue to launch an attack is that they also suffered a lot in the previous battles. Now they are replenishing and accumulating strength, and then preparing to destroy Chen Ziang and his men with thunder.

Thinking that he was in the rebel army that was about to be defeated just after crossing, and there were countless fierce and fierce imperial troops on the periphery who were staring at this place and might pounce at any time, Chen Ziang felt a strong sense of crisis.

He also cursed himself for being unlucky. Others who crossed over were the sons of princes and nobles, or the sons of wealthy merchants, or at least an unwelcome illegitimate child.

But what about himself? He actually traveled through time and space and became an insurgent who started a rebellion. He was facing a crisis and his life was in danger. He was so unlucky.

Facing his difficult situation, Chen Ziang took a deep breath. He knew that the more he had to stay calm at this time, the more he had to stay calm.

His brain was turning rapidly, thinking about how to survive.

With his skills, it should not be a problem to escape through the blockade of the outer court cavalry, but now there are wars and fighting everywhere, and he is unfamiliar with the place. Even if he escapes from the rebels, he will probably live a miserable life hiding from place to place. This is not his character. What if he cuts off the head of the rebel leader and surrenders to the court now?

With a letter of surrender, he might be able to save his life and even get a job.

But thinking about the current corruption within the imperial court, which was already in danger, it was not a wise decision for him to join the rebels.

Moreover, since he was a member of the rebel army, he was afraid that he would not be valued even if he joined the rebels. After thinking about it, Chen Ziang finally realized that if he wanted to survive, he might have to stay in the rebel army. In this chaotic era of conquest, the power of an individual was too weak, and only by joining forces could he keep warm.