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Chapter 1015 Zhang Xiu is a Talent

"Xi'an and Xiangyang are so close, it's just a random match, it's like Journey to the West"

"What's your full name?"

"My Lord, my name is Zhang Xiu, and I am from Xiliang."

"Xiliang, it's so far from here, how did you get here?"

"It's not too far. My wife was captured by the Ma family army in my hometown..."

Zhao Wuji didn't know that a backdrop also had a story, so he quickly used his memory reset skill to communicate.

"Do you know assassination skills?"

"Yes, my lord. I was originally responsible for the internal security of Huinan City. Later, when Cao Cao rebelled, I resigned and became a civilian."

"This time I was recruited by the Sun family to become the captain of your guard."

Through a series of exchanges using the memory reset skill, Zhao Wuji knew that this guy had big ambitions, but he had a blood feud with the Ma family army, Cao army, and the Yellow Turban army. Although he was unwilling to be inferior to the Sun family, he was absolutely reliable at the moment.

"Okay, you change your clothes and follow me into the mountains. If you can gain hegemony in Nancheng in the future, I will allow you to lead the troops for revenge."

"Yes, my lord."

After the two men came out of a lost farmhouse, they looked like refugees except for a dagger on their bodies.

"I didn't expect your disguise skills to be so advanced."

"My lord, please forgive me for making fun of you. I was hunted down by the Ma family army in Xiliang, and later I got into trouble with Cao's army and the Yellow Turban Army. If I didn't have some tricks, I would have been..."

"Um"

Zhang Xiu didn't know that Zhao Wuji had used his memory reset skill, and thought that it was Sun Gan who told Zhao Wuji about his past, and he didn't doubt it at all.

"There is a refugee settlement at the foot of the mountain ahead. My lord, be careful with your words and actions. Refugees are not to be feared, but the Yellow Turban Army spies are. They often have sorcery skills."

"Okay, got it."

Zhao Wuji learned from Zhang Xiu's words that the senior spies of the Yellow Turban Army possessed a magic called sandstorm, which allowed them to become invisible in the sand and escape or attack silently, but if there was no sandstorm, they would be just like ordinary people.

The living environment of the refugees is very poor, with feces and urine everywhere.

"This place was originally called Huinan Town, but after the plague a few years ago, nine out of ten houses were empty."

"Because there are many resources in the mountains behind, the original hunters took in a large number of refugees, and the current population is about a thousand people."

"I hope they won't be recruited by the Yellow Turban Army"

There are many houses in the town, but they are much worse than the villages in the prosperous era of Earth, and are not as good as the actual Misty Planet.

"Are you two here hunting as well?"

  A sallow-looking man came forward and introduced himself.

"Can I join? We can just split the prey equally."

“Why don’t you join the people over there?”

'They don't want me'

"Why do you think we want you?" "You are few in number, more people means more strength"

"Do you have a weapon?"

"Does this count?"

Zhao Wuji saw the other party take out a slightly rusty kitchen knife from his arms.

“Forget it.”

"Should we go into the mountains now or tomorrow?"

"Zhang Che'er, go over there and buy some dry food."

Zhao Wuji pretended to take out a few copper coins to briefly send Zhang Xiu away, then used his memory reset skill to chat with this outgoing guy for a few words.

It turns out that this guy's name is Zhao Ji. He was an ordinary soldier in the Han army. Now he is considered an outcast of the times and has become a refugee in Nanzhen.

Zhao Wuji knew that the other party really wanted to join him in hunting in the mountains, and when he saw that Zhang Xiu had already brought back a bag of steamed buns, he stopped testing him.

"Mr. Zhao, can I have two first? I'll deduct them from your share later."

“It’s definitely possible.”

Zhao Wuji made up a story about a restaurant in Huinan City that wanted a stable source of meat.

Since Zhao Ji didn't have the skill to reset his memory, he believed it without a doubt.

Zhang Xiu smiled and handed two steamed buns to Zhao Ji.

"Let's go back into the mountains tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhang, follow me, I will take you to where I stay."

When Zhang Xiu saw Zhao Wuji nod, he followed Zhao Wuji to a small wooden house on the edge of the town.

"This used to be a post station for the Han army. Although it is now deserted, it is still better than a residential area. A few of us used to stay here, but now the others have either died in the mountains or become beggars in Huinan City."

"Why don't you go to Huinan City?"

"Hui Nan City is not safe either. I heard that it was attacked yesterday."

Zhao Wuji listened to the conversation between Zhang Xiu and Zhao Ji, and gained a deeper understanding of the background of this magically modified version of the Three Kingdoms.

"The timeline is not the Three Kingdoms period, but the period of warlord separatism"

"Could it be that the system is preparing for the Three Kingdoms?"

"Who cares? I'm just traveling..."

Zhao Wuji felt very confident in both of them and fell asleep while listening.

"It seems that the equipment of this lifeboat is not as good as that of the main boat..."

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao..."