His head was smashed, and he woke up to find that he had become a virtuous teacher in the remaining Yellow Turbans. The wounded soldier knelt on the ground beside the campfire, begging me desperately for a way to survive. I held my dizzy forehead - I was an ordinary office worker in my previous life, how could I know anything about rebellion? The system suddenly pops up a prompt: The identity of the host has been detected, and it is bound to the [Management System in Troubled Times]. The first task is to lead a hundred remnants to survive tonight. The sound of horse hooves thundered in the distance, and someone faintly shouted: "Report!" Three thousand officers and soldiers have surrounded the valley! I tightened my grip on the torch in my hand, looked down at the kneeling people, and lowered my voice: If you want to live, follow me.
