When Chen Mo opened his eyes again, the tent was filled with people. He counted roughly, and there were two rows of buoys, about ten each, and there were about twenty.

In the aisle of two rows of beds, one of the two strong men who had just sent Chen Mo to the tent, Pei Yuanshao was holding a bun that had bitten most of the time in one hand, and gestured randomly with the other hand, saying with relish, "At that time, General Ma Ming rushed forward and shouted, 'Enemy general, come on his way!"

As soon as the words were finished, the people in the tent cheered.

"well!"

"Then it is General Yu Miao," Pei Yuanshao walked a few steps, turned around and made a few gestures, and happened to see Chen Mo who was awake, and then said with a smile, "Awaken, boy? Your food is there, eat quickly, listen carefully while eating... Let's say that General Yu Miao broke into the enemy formation alone..."

Looking along Pei Yuanshao's fingers, Chen Mo saw a porcelain bowl placed next to the grass shop, which contained slightly yellow grain, which did not look like rice.

However, Chen Mo was hungry now and couldn't take care of so much. He was about to eat when he was stunned again.

No chopsticks...

Chen Mo looked up at the others in the tent, but saw that they were actually squeezing the rice with their hands. After thinking about it, he glanced at his dirty right hand and sighed helplessly.

He rubbed his clothes hard, and Chen Mo grabbed the food and started eating.

This unknown rice is indeed not as mellow and soft as rice. It is not only rough and difficult to swallow, but also occasionally you will eat broken bran and fine stones, not to mention the taste, the sour and musty smell. Anyway, Chen Mo held it and didn't vomit it out.

No matter what, it is at least better than being hungry.

When Pei Yuanshao talked about the third paragraph, Zhou Cang carried a jar of wine in one hand and a cooked chicken in the other hand, and ran in from outside the tent in dust and said cheerfully, "Brothers, the general rewards the three armies, each tent with a jar of wine and a chicken!"

For some reason, the tent suddenly became quiet. One of the Yellow Turban soldiers looked at the chicken in Zhou Cang's hand and said disappointedly, "Today our army won the government army. I didn't expect to get a jar of wine and a chicken. These things can't be eaten by one person, let alone the twenty brothers here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow turban soldier with a cloth wrapped around his neck, head and right arm sighed and said, "It seems that the rumors are true. The army's food and grass are about to be exhausted, and there is insufficient food..."

"Stop!" an older soldier said in a deep voice, "If someone hears it, you will be punished for disturbing the morale of the army!"

For a whole stick of incense, a large group of people gathered around the jar of wine and the chicken sighed. As the soldier said just now, how could these things be enough for twenty people to eat?

At this moment, Pei Yuanshao stood up and said, "Everyone can't eat enough, I might as well come and gamble on luck!"

"How is it a gambling method?" others asked one after another.

Pei Yuanshao looked around and suddenly walked to the corner of the tent and picked up a pottery jar, placed it in the deepest part of the tent, then picked up a stone from the ground, and walked to the entrance of the tent, and everyone in the reconciliation said, "There are four soldiers in our tent now, with one team as a team. Each of us will take three stones in our hands. If someone lucky enough to throw the stone into the crock jar, this jar of wine and this chicken belong to the five people. What do you think?"

When the others heard this, they nodded. It was better for five people to eat together than twenty people to eat together?

Suddenly, a soldier pointed at Chen Mo and said, "Wait, I don't remember this kid is my brother in the tent..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Cang stared at his eyes and said, "Zhang Guaijiao, they are all my Yellow Turban brothers, why do you distinguish them? I know your intentions. Since that kid was brought by me, I will join my rank. My rank today will lose a brother and just get him to complete it. How about?"

The soldier suddenly blushed and said embarrassedly, "Soldier Zhou said so, how dare I be dissatisfied..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers from Chen Molinpu snorted and said to Chen Mo in a low voice, "This guy is called Zhang Lang, and he likes to talk about things the most. Therefore, we call him Zhang Guaijiao, who is also a sergeant commander, but it is not as good as me, Chief Zhou... My name is Han Ran, the one next to you is Wang Zhuo, what is the name of little brother?"

"Chen Mo."

"Silence? And this surname?" The soldier was stunned. After listening to Chen Mo's explanation for a long time, he didn't know whether he understood it. He nodded and said, "Just be able to call me. Brother Zhou Cang is my sergeant commander. You should know Brother Pei Yuanshao. Brother Pei, you should also know them. The two of them, plus the three of us, will be brothers from the first army from today!" As he said that, he paused, licked his lips and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, Brother Pei has good eyesight."

"Uh..." Chen Mo didn't know what to say, but just nodded.

Under the introduction of the soldier Han Ran, Chen Mo also had a rough understanding of the situation in the account. There were 20 people in the entire account, divided into four corpses. In addition to Zhou Cang and Zhang Lang, the third one was the injured person who expressed dissatisfaction with the previous words. He was originally a hunter. The last one was the elderly soldier who had just reminded Tao Zhi, named Fan Li, who was originally a veteran from a small county and was surrendered to the Yellow Turbans after committing a crime.

After discussion, it was finally decided that Tao Zhiyiwu's people in the tent should try first, then Fan Li, then Zhang Lang, and finally Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao and others who made this suggestion.

Pei Yuanshao did not count Chen Mo among his own people at first. Seeing Zhou Cang say that, the expression on his face was hesitant.

Chen Mo saw this and thought about it and said to Zhou Cang, "Brother Zhou, I am already grateful for your rescue of me and Brother Pei. To be honest, I am not a member of your family, nor is it good..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Cang glared and said, "Are you slapping me in the face, boy?" As he said that, he seemed to realize something and continued, "Since I said that, from today on, you will be our brother. We eat meat, you will be yours! Right, Lao Pei?"

Pei Yuanshao is also a loyal person. Seeing Zhou Cang say this, he nodded and said, "Yes! From today on, we will advance and retreat together!" As he said that, he looked at Chen Mo apologetically, and he also realized why Chen Mo said that.

Just as they were talking, Tao Zhiyi's five people tried it, but none of them won.

Although the clay pot has a large mouth and a large mouth, it is far away. From the account door to the account, it is more than three meters long. In other words, at least ten meters, if an ordinary person wants to throw it in, he can only rely on luck.

Sure enough, the five soldiers of Fan Liyi's army also failed. Until he tried Zhang Lang, he didn't know if he was lucky today or what happened. He just heard a clang and actually threw him into it.

"I'm beaten! I'm beaten!" Zhang Lang smiled happily, and the soldiers in his ranks were also smiling.

"Go!" Zhou Cang curled his lips secretly. It could be seen that he had a cheerful personality and had no affection for Zhang Guaijiao.

"Don't worry, look at me!" After patting Zhou Cang's shoulder, Pei Yuanshao stood up and said unhappy to Zhang Lang, "What are you talking about? I haven't tried it yet!"

"Then you come!" Zhang Lang smiled and stepped aside.

Pei Yuanshao picked up three stones from the ground, looked at the clay pot intently, took a deep breath, and then waved his right hand.

"Clang!" The stone smashed the edge of the can and bounced open.

"Hey!" Zhang Lang smiled gloatingly from the side.

"Why are you laughing?" Pei Yuanshao glared at him fiercely, hesitated for a moment, and threw out another stone. Unexpectedly, the second one had a worse accuracy, but he just barely inserted it over the edge of the clay pot.

"Damn it!" Pei Yuanshao cursed inwardly, focused on it for a long time, and threw it away again. With a "pop", the stone actually broke the handle of the clay pot.

Three, none of them won.

"Damn it!" Pei Yuanshao returned to his own straw shop in annoyance, lowered his head and looked at the faces of Zhou Cang and other brothers.

"I'll do it!" Zhou Cang stood up, picked three stones from the ground, and aimed at the clay pot for a long time, but failed to hit a single one. Not to mention missing, he didn't even wipe the edge of the clay pot for three consecutive times, which was better than Pei Yuanshao.

In the end, Zhou Cang returned to his grass shop with a dark face and felt depressed.

Han Ran was right. Pei Yuanshao's eyesight was indeed good, because only he had rubbed the clay pot three times in a row. No one else could be like him except Zhang Lang who was lucky enough to vote.

After Zhou Cang, Han Ran and Wang Zhuo also failed, leaving only Chen Mo.

Unable to stand Zhang Lang's impatient attempt to open a wine jar, Pei Yuanshao said hatefully, "What do you want to do? I still have a brother who hasn't tried it!"

After looking at Chen Mo, Zhang Lang said contemptuously, "Just because of him? Is it the same?"

"You!" Pei Yuanshao's face turned red with anger. He wanted to say but couldn't say anything. He felt so uncomfortable in his heart.

"The villain looks successful!" Zhou Cang cursed in a low voice, looked back at Chen Mo, and saw that he was covered in trauma, he hesitated for a moment, and sighed, "Forget it, don't try it. If you have any injuries, it would be bad. Isn't it just a jar of wine or a chicken? There will be some in the future!"

Looking at Zhou Cang's honest expression, Chen Mo smiled slightly and said, "Let me try it!"

"This..." Seeing Chen Mo insisting, Zhou Cang hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, you can try it. You don't need to care if you lose!"

"Yeah!" Chen Mo nodded and struggled to stand up from the grass shop.

Looking at Chen Mo shaking to the tent, Zhang Lang's eyes became even more contemptuous.

After picking up three stones from the ground, Chen Mo picked up one and put it in his right hand, looking at the clay pot in the distance. Although this distance is more than one meter longer than the distance he shot the dart, you must know how big the bullseye of the dart is?

The only obstacle is just a height gap.

"I hope the touch is still there..." After muttering, Chen Mo glanced at the clay pot and waved his right hand.

Then his brows frowned.

Going left...

Sure enough, with a tingling sound, the clay pot was thrown into the edge of the mouth and bounced open.

"What a pity!" Pei Yuanshao smashed the ground with his fist, and Zhou Cang beside him also looked regretful.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo threw out another one, and this time, he hit the edge of the other side of the can.

This time I'm on the right...

Chen Mo muttered.

By the time Chen Mo tried for the third time, Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao and others had no hope.

But no one expected that with a "clang" sound, the stone was hit.

"I'm... hit?" Zhou Cang stared at the clay pot with wide eyes. Pei Yuanshao hurriedly ran over to check it out, squatting beside the clay pot and shouted happily, "I'm hit, I'm hit!"

"You really got it?" Zhang Lang was stunned, and pointed at Pei Yuanshao with a sudden inspiration and said, "No, the voice just now clearly failed. You put it in secret!"

"You!" Pei Yuanshao couldn't say a word. On the other hand, Zhou Cang was even more furious, suddenly stood up, shouting angrily, "Zhang Lang, what do you mean by this guy?"

Seeing Zhou Cang calling his name instead of an nickname, Zhang Lang realized that Zhou Cang was really angry, and he felt a little afraid in his heart, and said timidly, "Or why would you tell that kid to vote again?"

Not to mention Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, even Tao Zhi and Fan Li could not see it. They just saw it clearly that Pei Yuanshao is not the kind of person who can do despicable means. Besides, it was just a matter of luck, so why try it again?

Seeing that Zhou Cang had already lifted his sleeves angrily, Chen Mo picked up three stones from the ground and said, "Try again and try again, Brother Pei, please get out of the way!"

"Really... I really want to try?" Pei Yuanshao hesitated, but when Chen Mo said this, he had to get out of the way. After all, Chen Mo defeated.

Under everyone's concentration, Chen Mo, who had already estimated his strength, even omitted his aim. He heard three crisp sounds of "Cang Dang Dang" and three stones were thrown into the clay pot.

Not to mention Zhang Lang, Zhou Cang, and Pei Yuanshao, the nineteen Yellow Turban soldiers in the entire tent except Chen Mo were stunned.

"How...how is it possible?!"
Chapter completed!