Conquer all worlds starting from the mythical Three Kingdoms

After all the Yellow Turbans had eaten and drank, Mu Yi began to weave a queue for these people.

"From today on, every ten people will be in a group, every hundred people will be in a team, and every thousand people will be in one unit. Choose a ten-person leader, a hundred-person leader, or a thousand-person leader, and move forward according to the organization!"

The chaotic queue was a big problem, so after the food and clothing problem was temporarily solved, Mu Yi quickly began to organize the queue.

Separate the old, weak, sick and disabled from the young and strong, with the old and weak in the middle and the young and strong at the front and back. This is enough to deal with most emergencies.

Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao are leading the way in the front and Pei Yuanshao in the rear respectively, ensuring the integrity and safety of the team to the greatest extent. If they can't deal with even the strongest in the team, then they can only resign themselves to fate.

What you have to guard against is nothing but wild beasts. There are more wolves than people in the wild these days.

"Everyone, rest where you are!" Mu Yi gave the order to rest when they reached the shade of a tree.

After his talent established a connection with everyone, his right to speak immediately became stronger. Although he could not make these yellow scarves ban, he was still enough to have authority.

"Little Xian Liangshi, I have made a discovery!" When Mu Yi sat down on the ground, Zhou Cang came to Mu Yi's side.

"What?" Mu Yi asked casually.

"The food we got back from there can only fill our stomachs, it cannot generate internal energy!" Zhou Cang said his findings periodically. This was something he only discovered after consuming his internal energy.

The internal energy that was supposed to recover quickly after eating and drinking enough nutrients recovered extremely slowly, making Zhou Cang immediately aware of the problem.

"Sure enough, is there a problem?" Mu Yi frowned, his bad premonition coming true.

Think about it, how can the food produced in a world where tanks are torn apart like pieces of paper really supply the nutrients this world needs?

"I understand! Don't tell anyone else!" Mu Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

The bad news came one after another, which was really overwhelming. Mu Yi smiled bitterly, but didn't say much.

Because they wanted to continue wandering, they emptied their food and carried it with them in various containers. This was also the reason why their progress became slower and slower.

It was less than half a day's journey before we walked in one day.

But the good news is that the food in the warehouse, even for big eaters like Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, is enough to sustain them for about a month.

Of course, Zhou Cang's news told him that they would eventually need to find a stable base in this main world.

Otherwise, if Zhou Cang and the others become weaker and weaker, I am afraid that there will only be a dead end waiting for them.

"Little virtuous teacher!" Pei Yuanshao shouted and rushed towards Mu Yi.

"What happened?" Mu Yi asked quickly.

"We found the city. There is a small city in front, and the guards are not very tight!" Pei Yuanshao said excitedly.

"Okay, let's march towards the city and knock him down!" Mu Yi made a quick decision.

They now need a stable base, and a county seat is obviously very suitable.

"Attack the county town? A good teacher... The county town is also full of poor folks!"

Zhou Cang had some hesitation on his face. He just couldn't be cruel back then, so he didn't become Fangqu Commandery, but was just a personal guard of General Tiangong.

In war, people will always die, but Zhou Cang is not that cruel.

After hearing this, many yellow scarves nearby also turned their attention to Mu Yi, waiting for Mu Yi's answer.

"Poor folks?" Mu Yi sneered on his face.

He looked into Zhou Cang's eyes, said to him, and seemed to roar at everyone.

"Poor folks? Poor folks have already revolted like us!"

"Those who own good land and mansions, have millions of dollars in wealth, and never have to worry about food and clothing...are not our fellow villagers!"

"It wasn't before! It's not now! It will never be the case in the future!"

"They're not, they never were!"

After saying that, Mu Yi paused and continued.

"Of course, if they are really ordinary people living an honest life, we will never attack them. We are the Yellow Turban Rebels, not the bandits. Do you understand?" Mu Yi roared at everyone.

"Yes!" Everyone responded to Mu Yi's roar.

Having said this, Mu Yi shouted with all his strength: "Heaven is dead! Huang Tian is here to stand!"

These eight words have indescribable significance to the exiled Yellow Turbans present.

An old yellow scarf with dim eyes couldn't help but burst into tears. The young Mu Yi seemed to have turned into another person.

"Great Master!" The old man shouted almost heartbreakingly, "You are finally back!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and then they all showed a look of surprise.

Yes, the Great Master is back.

Mu Yi is the successor of General Tiangong and will lead them towards hope and light.

The influence of Taipingdao was revealed, and inexplicable fanaticism appeared on everyone's faces at this moment.

At this moment, they completely believed that as long as they followed Mu Yi, the successor of the great sage and mentor, they could do anything. They did not need to fear any enemies, let alone rebel against anyone.

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

More than 10,000 people raised their arms at the same time and shouted in unison, the momentum was overwhelming.

Suddenly, everything in front of Mu Yi disappeared, and a glow appeared in front of Mu Yi.

Looking at the man in apricot yellow robes in front of him, Mu Yi didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I didn't expect it to be like this!" The Taoist priest had a warm smile on his face. "Fate is unpredictable. I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it."

"After all, I have inherited your name. If you have any last words, can you tell me!" Mu Yi said after being silent for a while. He heard it, and Zhang Jiao knew that he was no longer the original owner.

"You didn't borrow anything. On the contrary, you gave the Yellow Turban new hope!" The Taoist priest shook his head.

"Going against the will of God is irreversible. The original future is already bad enough, and it can get even worse."

"But when I saw you, I knew that everything was worth it. I was struck by lightning and turned into ashes. It's a pity that I couldn't leave you anything more!"

The Taoist priest's face was full of regrets. He had only regarded Mu Yi as a back-up man, and more importantly, he had placed his hopes on himself.

As a result, I did not expect that the afterglow of the Han Empire would be so powerful, and the backlash of imperial consciousness would be so terrifying.

In the end, they had no choice but to activate their backup plan, but they still did not put their hope here. They placed more hope on other variables, hoping that they would overthrow the decadent dynasty and at least rebuild a prosperous age.

But I didn't expect that this backhand, which I never paid attention to, was the real variable.

"I don't have much time. If you have anything to ask, please ask immediately!" The Taoist priest's body became thinner.

"Can you give me the ability to protect myself? The current Yellow Turban is too weak, so weak that I can't see hope!"

Mu Yi sincerely requested, yes, the Yellow Turban is too weak.

Not to mention the Han Dynasty army, even any partial army could probably catch them all in one fell swoop.

Although Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao can tear apart tanks with their hands, they can easily set off Wushuang.

But if you face any famous general from the Three Kingdoms period, I'm afraid they will only end up with hatred.

"Of course, let's change this troubled world for us, the dead Yellow Turbans! Fulfill our common wish!" As he spoke, the Taoist priest's figure turned into a stream of light and cast towards Mu Yi's body.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky will stand, and the age will be six years old..."

"Good luck to the world!"

In an instant, a massive amount of information poured into Mu Yi's mind.

Mu Yi's eye circles couldn't help but turn red. It was the spontaneous sadness of the body, and it was the sadness shared by the Yellow Turbans.

"General Tiangong, have a safe journey!"

Mu Yi bowed and saluted. No matter what, he was Zhang Jiao's successor now and he should worship him.