The history I've been through has collapsed [Quick Transmigration]

Yuan Rang seemed to have expected their reaction long ago, and continued to walk towards the scarred man with a smile on his face.

The exquisite boots stepped on the ground, and there was no sound between the steps.

It was getting closer and closer, so close that the man with the scarred face could clearly see the dark lines on the corner of the youth's robe in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in the bridge of his nose, and his whole body drew a perfect parabola in the air, and his butt hit the rather hard soil.

The scarred face is no longer a scarred face, and there are gray and black footprints on this person's face.

His eyes stared from being kicked, his teeth grinned in pain, and he didn't realize what happened at all.

Xia Houyuan, who was quietly observing the situation here in Yuan Rang, rubbed his nose subconsciously—it looked like it was in pain.

"If you don't follow the order, you will be beheaded as usual. If you only get kicked, you will take advantage of it."

Yuan Rang suppressed his smile for a moment, his face was sullen, and his tone was cold.

The speed of this face change is so fast that others can't even flatter her.

Frightened by the coldness on his face, several quick-witted men stood up slowly.

This young man is quite tall - a full eight feet, but his figure is not very muscular, he looks as if he could be knocked down with a single punch.

However, it is such a person, now that this scarred face, who is said to be full of strength, was kicked before he even had time to resist, which really shocked everyone.

This shock comes from the strong visual contrast.

How can anyone believe that a bird's egg can break a brick or a mayfly can shake a giant tree if he has not seen it with his own eyes?

The eyes of the group of people who were waiting for Yuan Rang to suffer a loss began to waver.

Yuan Rang imitated the usual postures of those sour scholars he had seen before, his expression relaxed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he was elegant and kind, but the words he uttered were not polite at all.

"There's no need to train even a soldier like me, who is weak and weak. I rush to wash in the river a few miles away, and go home to farm."

Xia Houyuan, who was eavesdropping, couldn't help his eyelids twitching - he and Xiahou Dun were the only ones who could beat the two of them, and how thin and thin?

It’s just...

Xia Houyuan racked his brains and couldn't find any words to describe it.

If he lived in modern times, he would probably be able to find a word called "shameless".

If it was put in the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, perhaps only the "brazen" with similar meaning can be replaced.

One is that they were shocked by that kick, and the other is that Yuan Rang's words just now vaguely mentioned the purpose of their joining the army-not to find or be found unhappy.

Most of the sober ones obediently followed the training with everyone in the school field, while the few remaining unconscious ones were thrown out of the school field like chickens by Yuan Rang, holding one in each hand.

These guys have learned how to behave in Yuanrang's supervision these days, and firmly implemented the Seventeenth Prohibition 54. Although they still lack in the aspect of "moving like arms and fingers", they are many times better than the previous days.

Xiahou Dun was ordered to recruit soldiers because of Cao Cao's help from Chen Liu Xiaolian Weizi, and brought back another 3000 people, but found that the faces of those familiar prickly heads in the school grounds a few days ago looked like quails, and some of them had pimples on their faces. The emphasis on bruising is more serious than the atmosphere of Xia Houyuan's soldiers and horses.

He stretched out his big palm and patted Yuan Rang's shoulder: "Not bad, but it's a pity that alcohol is banned in the army, otherwise you and I will have a drink."

Yuan Rang looked disgusted: "You can't drink too much."

Xiahou Dun punched him in the chest, "Sometimes I really don't know how your body grows."

"How long? Maybe it's "longer" than you."

Xiahoudun was dumbfounded by the nasty words he suddenly learned from Xiahouyuan. He never thought that Yuan Rang, who usually looks like a young man, would start joking like them. It took him a long time to recall the meaning of that sentence, and he started to roll his sleeves angrily. : "Go up and fight on the platform."

Yuan Rang said with a smile: "Okay, just exercise your muscles and bones."

And the result of this fight is naturally obvious.

Xiahoudun had no choice but to spread his hands, resigned to his fate and ran around with the newly recruited soldiers.

And Yuan Rang received Cao Cao's order, and took the few hundred people who hadn't been trained for a long time to go with Xia Houyuan to wipe out the small groups of yellow scarves wandering around.

The previous Yellow Turban Brigade had already been broken up, and these squads did not pose a threat, and a thousand recruits were almost enough.

In fact, there was no need for them to fight and kill. Those yellow turbans saw their well-equipped and menacing appearance, so they knew each other and ran away, and they seldom resisted.

Most of them were chased and wiped out by them, and the remaining small part escaped from Chenliu's territory, so they couldn't control them anymore, if people thought they were looking for trouble, they couldn't explain it clearly.

The task was so easy, Yuan Rang began to feel a little bored.

When it was almost night, he was sitting in the study.

Resting his chin with one hand, he casually flipped through "Historical Records" with the other hand, and suddenly saw a word, and frowned thoughtfully.

"Jing Ke chased the King of Qin, and the King of Qin returned the pillar and left..."

In an instant, Yuan Rang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, jumped up and rushed towards Cao Cao's mansion.

The guards have long been used to seeing Yuan Rang, and Cao Cao also gave orders to allow Yuan Rang not to report.

Anyway, every time before the notification, Yuan Rang disliked the person who notified him for running too slowly, and directly caught him in front of Cao Cao... so the notification was meaningless.

These days, Cao Cao's order to seek talents has also recruited many talents, and one of them is a Dongjun man named Chen Gong.

This person is upright and resourceful, deeply giving Cao Cao a sense of intimacy.

It is the kind of kindness with similar IQ.

He finally doesn't have to face a group of idiots all day long, does he?

So Cao Cao talked with him every day and night by candlelight, and fell asleep at his feet.

Although Chen Gong was confused by Cao Cao's excessive enthusiasm, he finally classified him as Cao Cao's lack of people.

Why don't you write a few more letters to those friends tomorrow.

Chen Gong was able to respond to Cao Cao's enlistment, which means that he also saw that Cao Cao was a potential stock, or a deep potential stock, so he naturally assisted him wholeheartedly.

Correspondingly, the dark circles under Cao Cao's eyes that he had suffered a few days ago also quickly disappeared.

So when Yuan Rang broke in, Cao Cao was shaking hands with Chen Gong, and they were chatting speculatively and happily.

It's fine to talk at night while holding candles, why are we still holding hands?

The corners of Yuan Rang's mouth twitched at the numbness of the two, but it didn't affect his salute to them in the slightest.

Chen Gong stood up and bowed back, but saw the young man raised his head and said solemnly: "Rang, please sneak into Luoyang and assassinate Dong Bandit."

The author has something to say:

Xiahou Dun: Punch your chest with a small fist.

System: See what you can, but you still dare to speak nasty things to Xiahou Dun!

Don't be surprised, the chief ministers in the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty have always been so nasty...

And one foot of the Three Kingdoms is 23 centimeters, so Yuan Rang is actually 184, not short.

The Chen Palace in history was requisitioned when Cao Cao served as the prefect of Dongjun in the second year of Chuping. Here, he was given a butterfly and moved ahead of schedule.