Three Kingdoms Of The Myth Of Online Games

Han Zhong was tied up and taken back to Daying. Guo Hao looked at Han Zhong full of nuclear benevolence.

"You have two choices, one takes me into the Yellow Turban Camp, and the other gets my head off."

"No..."

"Boom!" Guo Hao interrupted Han Zhong's answer, slashing at Han Zhong's head, "You'd better think about it and talk."

"I'm..." Han Zhong's expression was rather dead than surrender, but his voice was getting lower and lower.

"It seems that you have made the right choice?" Guo Hao said with a sullen smile.

"Very well, you are very acquainted, and I am very satisfied with your choice." Guo Hao looked at Han Zhong with satisfaction, and things were going more smoothly than he thought.

If Han Zhong doesn't cooperate, he can only hack Han Zhong to death and enter the Yellow Turban camp pretending to be Han Zhong, but the risk is too great, and some of the gains outweigh the gains.

Guo Hao drafted a plan overnight and asked Yu Yi to quickly bring it to Huangfusong.

He disguised himself as a yellow scarf and brought a few of his subordinates into the big camp with Han Zhong. He didn't believe it anymore. The millions of yellow scarfs could still know each other.

As expected by Guo Hao, all parts of the Yellow Turbans were not known at all. The Yellow Turbans from 13 states made the entire team extremely messy, and there were frequent internal conflicts.

Normally, there is even a possibility that the soldiers do not know the generals, and they will not know the soldiers, so it is said that it is the entire army, rather than the tribal alliance with the yellow turban generals at the core.

The imperial army is being harassed every day. The Yellow Turban generals only need to stand near the camp gate and shout, and naturally there will be willing Yellow Turbans and Yellow Turban players to follow.

To deal with this kind of anti-thief who relies entirely on faith and has no discipline, the court can be dying, and it can only be said that the court at the end of the Han Dynasty was rotten from the root.

Guo Hao figured out the location of all the granaries in the camp that stretched for more than ten miles in the yellow turban. He would burn the grain and grass as long as he waited for a frontal fight.

After Han Zhong entered the big camp, he was silently dealt with by Yue Yi and Xu Rong. Everyone knew that Han Zhong was unreliable and would be sold by Han Zhong one day if the security was inconsistent, or the dead could keep the secret.

Guo Hao asked Yu Yi to pretend to be Han Zhong, and he took a group of players to fight the autumn wind on weekdays, and basically did not interact with other Yellow Turban generals.

In a short period of time, no one was noticed. Guo Hao seemed to be walking around in his back garden every day.

Even Guo Hao got into the logistics office of the Yellow Turban, carrying grain and grass with the Yellow Turban player every day.

In fact, Guo Hao also felt strange that his lurking seemed a little smooth, not only was no one doubted, even a few days later, Guo Hao was about to take up the post of food inspector.

However, the Yellow Turban has mobilized 13 states and concentrated in two states. The strength has been greatly increased, but the problem is that no one knows anyone, so they recognize each other by the yellow scarf on their heads.

Guo Hao hummed and lay at the door of the granary, desperate to the imperial court.

The inside of the yellow towel is chaotic, and the handling method is simple and rude.

You say you are a yellow scarf?

Okay, give you a group of militiamen to fight a battle. As long as you bring back one-tenth of the soldiers who have seen blood, then you are the Yellow Turban.

There are millions of yellow turbans, except for the tens of thousands of pawns in the center (force value of 20-30), the other places are loosely managed just like playing.

However, such a rubbish army forcefully suppressed the imperial court and had no choice but to be beaten passively, even thinking of breaking the boat.

"Oh, brother, we are in the sun, and we have come down to inspect the goods." The yellow towel escorted a batch of grain ran to Guo Hao and shouted.

"Come here, come here, if it weren't for the fight in front, I wouldn't do this troublesome thing." Guo Hao rolled over with difficulty, complaining constantly in his mouth.

Most of the yellow towels are refugees, and there is no culture to speak of. It is said that the educated have long been put up as generals, how can they be distributed to the supervision of the granary.

Therefore, the supervising officer and the like are basically held by the player.

To sum up these tasks, basically it is more troublesome and less meritorious, it is not as cost-effective as they ran out to kill two players.

Even if the imperial army was holding back for a period of time, no one was willing to take up this drudgery.

Guo Hao pretended to resign twice when he was arrested, and finally succeeded in becoming a food inspector.

For Guo Hao, acting as a food steward in the enemy's camp was simply stimulating to fly.

After sending the food delivery team away, Xu Rong got out of the corner, and he inadvertently got in while Yu Yi was leading the team to fight the autumn wind.

"Pengju, we have been here for a few days, when should we start?" Xu Rong asked cautiously, he didn't have the indifferent attitude of Guo Hao.

"Wait, when will General Huangfusong launch a general offensive, and when will we do it again, after all, burning the grain and grass can't completely wipe out the yellow turban, we have to find a way to backstab it." Guo Hao lay lazily, facing each other. Xu Rong is infinitely perfunctory.

"We only have eight hundred people, even if they are all elites, would it be unrealistic to kill from this place, right?" Xu Rong continued to persuade.

He felt that he was on the thief ship. Guo Hao was a stranger. He died if he died, but he could not be resurrected.

"An la An la, am I not really collecting information? When I collect the information, we will give them an eight-hundred-and-a-million yuan." Guo Hao said unceremoniously.

When Guo Hao was undercover for almost ten days, Huangfusong and Zhu Jun finally set off the final wave of attacks.

When Guo Hao stayed in the back camp of the Yellow Turban Army, he could hear the sound of hacking and killing on the battlefield ahead.

"The time has come!" Guo Hao couldn't help being extremely excited when he saw Huang Fusong launch an attack at the agreed time.

If his plan is successful, he will be rewarded this time, he can't even think about it.

Guo Hao and Xu Rong led their men and mixed the tung oil in the logistics office with wine, sprinkling it everywhere, taking care of all the areas that should be taken care of in the logistics area, and then pretending to look like everyone is having a cocktail party.

For a while, the entire camp was filled with a faint taste of wine, but fortunately, there were not many players in the camp behind, and basically all went to the front line to participate in the battle.

Occasionally, a few players passed by and looked at Guo Hao and others who were drinking. They also cursed a few words and left in a hurry.

After several Yellow Turban NPCs approached, Xu Rong put them all at once. With mental arithmetic and unintentional, even a third-rate military commander was hacked to death without making any sound.

Xu Rong and the others threw the corpse directly into the grain pile. After a while, it burned all over, and they didn't have the heart to bury it.

If this is left in the court army, let alone seeing you drinking, the smell of wine will arrest Guo Hao and the group.

The front lines are all fighting together. If you dare to drink here, if you are not loyal, you will be judged directly.

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