Qin Chuan had a dream, dreaming that he carried a big blade and killed seven in seven out of hundreds of ancient bandits.

That feeling is so cool.

When he woke up, he felt a burning pain all over his body, especially the location of his chest, so painful that he couldn't feel his chest.

My eyelids were like they were filled with lead, so heavy that they couldn't be opened.

Someone next to him said strange words in strange dialects, such as:

"What should I do if the boss is almost exhausted?"

"What else can I do? Let's bury him and build a big grave, which is so beautiful."

"You can't pile up big graves. The group of people in Zi Jinliang are digging graves and making money everywhere. What if the group regards the tomb of the boss's grave as the tomb of the nobleman and digs out his body? The boss's head will not settle the score with us in the middle of the night?"

"Will the boss's body be eaten by the hungry people?"

"I'll cook your mother, the boss is not dead yet. Do you guys want to curse him to die?"

Qin Chuan listened and fell asleep again unknowingly.

When he woke up in a daze again, he heard the strange dialect again:

"Military advisor, brothers are all injured. They are nestled in this ghost place and have no food. Come on with an idea. Should we go to the Zijinliang or Bashanhu?"

"The third leader should not be anxious. There is a poem that says, there is no way out after the mountains and rivers are heavy, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers..."

"Military advisor, we are almost starving to death, so stop reciting poems."

"Well... the boss said that we are a group of wolves, and the group of people in Zijinliang are sheep that eats people and does not spit bones. Wolves and sheep cannot get along with each other. Bashan tigers in Huangcongshan are like us, they are all bandits, so we can join Bashan tigers."

"Okay, brothers, let's go up Huangcongshan."

Qin Chuan felt that he was being lifted up, shaking and shaking, making his whole body hurt so much.

I can't open my eyelids and can't see clearly what environment is around me.

I wanted to start swearing, but my throat was very dull.

He didn't know what was going on. He was sleeping heavily in the rental house, but when he woke up, he felt a pain all over his body and was so weak that he was almost dead.

I only know that the bosses in those gangs refer to themselves.

Because someone was approaching him, venting a suffocating bad breath, calling over and over again: "Big boss, boss..."

Qin Chuan couldn't breathe and fainted again.

When he woke up again, he could finally open his sticky, heavy eyelids that were filled with lead.

The top of the head is a roof made of branches and thatch, under the body is thatch, and around it is a dry loess wall.

His body was wrapped in various rags like a mummy, with blood all over his body, especially the bloody and strong dark red on his chest, and there were also biting pain.

"Wake up, the boss is awake, the boss is awake..."

A half-grown boy who was as thin as a monkey came to him, exhaled a suffocating bad breath, and looked at him with two big eyes that were too thin and round because he was too thin.

Qin Chuan wanted to slap him away, but couldn't raise any strength.

A group of people wearing ragged clothes and blood-stained people rushed in, squeezed in in front of him, looking at him like a monster.

There are big men with a leopard eyes staring at the bronze bell, a little old man with big yellow teeth, and a scholar with a fair face and elegant manners.

"Hurry, bring a bowl of water for the boss." The bearded man suddenly said.

The group of rags ran out in a coaxing manner.

Qin Chuan didn’t understand. Is it necessary to take so many people to take a bowl of water?

Under the ragged stars arched the moon, the little old man with big yellow teeth brought a bowl of water.

After taking a sip of cold water, Qin Chuan felt better and tried hard to open his mouth: "Where is this?"

"Huangcongshan."

"where?"

"It is Huangcongshan in the Luliang Mountains area west of Taiyuan, where Bashanhu has set up a big village."

Qin Chuan was stunned: "Why am I here?"

"Our boss, our village is broken. Here comes... it is from the tiger of Tobashan."

What? Village? Bashan Tiger?

Qin Chuan remembered the words he heard in his coma.

“What year is it now?”

"On the eighth day of the eighth month of the fifth year of Chongzhen."

"What?"

"On the eighth day of the eighth month of the fifth year of Chongzhen."

Qin Chuan opened his mouth and blinked his eyes, unable to say a word.

He suddenly found that he had a big head, then closed his eyes and fainted again.

"Military advisor, shouldn't the boss be stupid?"

"You are so stupid!"

"Don't worry, the boss is just seriously injured and awakened, and he is not clear about his consciousness. There is no major injury or serious injury."

...

Qin Chuan finally figured out one thing: he traveled through time.

The original owner of this body was a bandit leader, also known as Qin Chuan. He occupied the mountain in Jiuji Mountain and became the king. He had more than 300 subordinates, all of whom were powerful bandits.

A few days ago, a group of hundreds of bandits went to Jiuji Mountain and wanted to invite him to join the giants like Zijinliang and do big things together to conquer the world.

He did not agree because he looked down on those bandits who eat people and don't spit bones.

As a result, the bandits turned against each other, and seven or eight hundred troops surrounded the village and attacked fiercely. The second in charge of the village led dozens of people to rebel at the last minute, and they cooperated with the bandits and caught him off guard.

In the end, the village was broken by the other party, and only more than 30 of the most fierce and loyal subordinates broke through the siege with him. He was seriously injured and died of serious injuries and was worn by the unlucky ghost Qin Chuanhun.

Qin Chuan feels that he is indeed unlucky. Although he is poor in modern times, he will at least not be hungry. He drinks beer, skewers and eats chicken on Douyin every day, and his life is quite colorful.

But now, I live in a ground nest and eat rice porridge that is so thin that it can reveal my own shadow. I can't eat enough at all. I'm hungry and cold for 24 hours. There is also a half-aged boy who is as thin as a monkey and smokes him with bad breath all day long. At night, I feel so painful that the egg is in a daze.

These days are a world of difference compared to modern times. The huge contrast makes it difficult for Qin Chuan to adapt and accept it for a while.

For many days, he was silent all day long, while digesting and adapting to the fact that time traveled, while thinking about where to go in the future.

It is now the fifth year of Chongzhen, and bandits are everywhere within the Ming Dynasty. Outside, the Later Jin outside is eyeing it, and several times enter the Central Plains to plunder and massacre, and accumulate strength. Until Li Hongji overthrew the Ming Dynasty, the Qing army would take advantage of the situation to enter the pass and massacre all the way from north to south.

Until all the Han people shave their hair and leave only one rat tail for money.

Qin Chuan didn't want to shave his head, the money rat tail was so ugly.

Seeing him hiding in the ground all day long and sighing, as if he had become a different person, and he was not even speaking smoothly, the eyes of his subordinates who looked at him gradually changed.

Some people say that after the battle at Jiujishan, he, the master of the boss, was abandoned.

After being beaten by the third leader Luo Daniu... the man who looked similar to Zhang Fei beat the man up, no one dared to gossip again.

Qin Chuan knew that his subordinates were not having a good life.

Bashanhu actually didn't want to accept them, because either of these people was injured and was destined to eat and drink in the village for a long time. But he didn't want to ruin Bashanhu's reputation as a hero and made a name for him, so he barely took them in.

The bandits in Huangcongshan saw that they could not even protect their own village. They were all covered in wounds and death. They looked coldly at them as soon as they entered the door. There were also a few unsightly people coming to establish their authority, looking arrogant and arrogant, and shouting at them.

Qin Chuan's group of men were all old bandits who were used to being arrogant and did not stand it. On the spot, they fucked the few blind people so much that they cried and called their parents, and ran back and called for a large group of people.

If Qin Chuan hadn't been afraid of implicating himself and was killed in time, he would have stopped his subordinates, and he would have killed the two gangs long ago.

Since then, both sides have fought each other every day, and almost killed people several times. The people in Huangcongshan have become less and less popular, and even the food has become thinner. The millet porridge sent in recent days has been so rare that it can be seen.

The people in Jiuji Mountain held their breath every day, and Qin Chuan could see that they were on the verge of an outbreak.

If you don't do anything as soon as possible, these bandits who have survived and died will soon disperse.

It's time to think about another way out.
Chapter completed!