"Major General, it's time to have a meal...?

After saying that, a small minion with a gray-yellow cloth wrapped in a strip of cloth put down a bowl of black wild vegetables and two yellow hard steamed buns on the table and turned around to leave. Before leaving, he looked at the "food" on the table with great nostalgia, couldn't help swallowing, and slowly left the tent.

Guan Yan took all this in his eyes. After the minion left the tent, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He picked up the hard steamed bun on the table that could beat the drum and began to "enjoy" his supper. Although he had been in this world from the whirlpool of the deep sea for three months, Guan Yan still recalled the events of that day from time to time.

Guan Yan, who majored in ancient Chinese, just graduated from university this year. The school is good, but the unpopular major has caused Guan Yan to encounter obstacles everywhere when seeking a job. After half a year of unemployment at home, he has reduced the sense of superiority of key undergraduates. At the time of helplessness, Guan Yan decided to go to the beach to enjoy the time on the sea and relax.

The next day he was traveling by the sea, an accident happened: the weather was clear that day, and he was wandering on the sea on a motorboat. Inadvertently, he vaguely saw a golden firebird flying in the sky in the southeast. His curiosity prompted him to drive the motorboat to get closer and see. He was only looking at the sky, but he forgot where he was.

Finally, the distance went further and further, the golden shadow gradually disappeared. What greeted him was a huge whirlpool on the sea. Guan Yan hurriedly changed the motorboat and wanted to drive away from this area, but the powerful attraction sucked Guan Yan into the deep seabed...

When Guan Yan gradually became conscious and opened his eyes in a daze, he subconsciously moved his fingers. Guan Yan's first thought was that he was not dead! Such a big vortex swept himself in and someone could save him?

He moved his neck slightly with difficulty and looked around. He found himself in a room with dark walls and roofs. No, it should be called a tent. The tent is quite large, about twenty square meters, surrounded by a fence made of wooden stakes, and a layer of black cloth was covered with. There seemed to be no other decoration in the tent except the bed and a stool where he was lying on.

A burly man on the stool was sitting with his back facing him. The man was wearing a black cloth shirt similar to the tent material, wearing a armor on the outside, a simple bun on the top of his head, and a circle of yellow cloth wrapped around his forehead and tied a knot behind his head. Guan Yanqi said: What kind of appearance is this? Did I have a paradise?

Guan Yan struggled to sit up. As soon as he tried, his chest felt like a needle pricked. This made Guan Yan give up the urge to get up and lay on the bed again. However, the sound of the wooden bed had attracted the attention of the man on the stool. He turned around and looked at Guan Yan just in front of him. Guan Yan obviously felt that the eyes of the big man with a bearded face were filled with surprise and care.

The big man suddenly joined together, kicked the horse stool aside, walked to the bed in two steps in three steps, and sat down with one arm, holding Guan Yan and said, "Yan'er, you are awake, Dad is worried about you so much."

Dad? Guan Yan was shocked: What kind of father is this? Guan Yan felt that things were not simple. Although he was shocked, Guan Yan pretended to be calm. He didn't say anything, but just looked straight at the big man and waited for the following words.

The black-faced man continued, "Yesterday, my father was improperly commanded and was ambushed by the official army by the river. My Qingzhou Yellow Turban Army broke many of his brothers, and his baggage was destroyed, and he almost killed the child in the water. Hey, if this continues, my Qingzhou Canal will be in danger!"

Guan Yan heard that the last sentence was obviously talking to himself, but the previous sentence surprised Guan Yan. The official army? The Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou? Plus this tone? Guan Yan, who was familiar with the Three Kingdoms, was surprised and thought to himself: Three Kingdoms? Could it be that the vortex of the deep sea brought him to the Three Kingdoms era 18oo many years ago? The legendary time travel was born?!

Although his heart was ups and downs, Guan Yan still pretended to be calm and calm. Guan Yan took a breath, not knowing what to say, but his eyes were still staring at the big man. The big man muttered to Guan Yan for a long time, and then told Guan Yan to rest early and go out.

Guan Yan didn't say a word, but he had gradually gained some insight into the times he was in from the words he said...

In the past three months, Guan Yan has carefully integrated into the role of "Guan Yan" of this era, and has gradually become accustomed to the absence of electricity, tap water, TV and computer, and all modern facilities.

He learned about his father, the black-faced man was Guan Hai, the general of the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou, and he was his only son Guan Yan. In Guan Yan's knowledge of the Three Kingdoms, Guan Hai was one of the best generals in the Yellow Turban Army, but unfortunately he was killed by Master Guan Erzhao when he attacked Beihai. In the entire Three Kingdoms, he was a small supporting role who could not be as small as it was.

It doesn't matter, but now Guan Hai is his own son, and Guan Hai does love his only son very much. Even if the three armies are out of food, Guan Hai still has cooked wild vegetables and steamed buns when he is hungry. Although the taste is not great, you can see from the expression of the minion who delivered the meal that this not-so-good meal is so delicious in the eyes of the ordinary Yellow Turban Army.

While eating, Guan Yan was thinking about things: He is now the commander of the 6,000 Yellow Turban Army and the major general. There were 10,000 people in this qun. Three months ago, in a battle with the official army on the Yellow River, he lost more than 3,000 people, most of his baggage was lost, and food was very tight. Especially in the past ten days, the land of Qingzhou, which was swept across by the Yellow Turban Army like locusts, could no longer find food to support the army. Guan Yan wanted to think about whether there was a way out through his knowledge and experience in his previous life and his familiarity with the Three Kingdoms era.

At this moment, a thin and weak Yellow Turban Army came outside the tent and knelt on one knee and said, "Major General, General Qu is promoted to the tent and discuss matters, please ask the Major General to go over." Guan Yan waved his hand and said, "I understand." The Yellow Turban soldier withdrew from the tent. Guan Yanxun ate the remaining half of the steamed bun and thought: In the past three months, my father has never called me in a meeting. And it's so late, what is this father going to discuss? Could it be that he has taken any action? He thought to himself, but he didn't stop. Guan Yanxun finished dressing and trotted to the tent.

He lifted the curtain door of the tent covered with thick loess. The tent was full of people. In the middle of the throne, he was now his father, Guan Hai, sitting on the left hand, and one person on the right hand. Seeing Guan Yan coming, Guan Hai smiled and walked towards Guan Yan, "My son is here," he said, after saying that, he came to Guan Yan, took Guan Yan's hand and walked back: "You are sixteen now. I want you to participate in military affairs for training. Come on, everyone in the tent is the brothers of the father and the pillars of the army. You should see him with the courtesy of your son and nephew."
Chapter completed!