I, Zhou Cang, am the number one tank in the Three Kingdoms.

In April of the fifth year of the Jian'an era of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the weather was still chilly despite the warming trend.

At dusk, outside the ancient city of Runan County in Yuzhou, in the Woniu Mountain, through the withered branches and leaves, a dozen or so figures could be vaguely seen walking slowly along the mountain path, all around in complete silence.

The leader was tall, wearing a yellow turban and a blue robe, his leather armor torn and stained with blood.

As the group reached a small hill, a sudden gust of wind arose, swirling withered leaves and startling crows into flight. The general in the green robe raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

When Zhou Cang woke up from his coma, he was placed on a huge banner and was being dragged by four thin men behind the general in the green robe. He could feel that his body was stiff and he could hardly move.

The general in the green robe, his hand on his steel sword, looked around. As the wind subsided, he was about to continue when he heard Zhou Cang grunt behind him. He quickly bent down to check.

"Brother! Brother!" the general in the green robe called out as he patted Zhou Cang on the shoulder, and the crowd gathered around.

Zhou Cang opened his eyes and looked at the seven or eight unfamiliar, rough, and even somewhat barbaric faces, his eyes filled with confusion.

Some of the original owner's memories vaguely appeared in his mind, mixed with his own past life's memories, creating an extremely chaotic situation.

He was originally an uneducated person who was sent to a martial arts school. After graduation, he worked as a stuntman at a film studio. After filming a Three Kingdoms drama wrapped up, he got drunk at a dinner party and passed out.

"What year and month is it today?" Zhou Cang opened his dry lips and asked the question cautiously.

The general in the green robe frowned, his face stern, and replied, "The thirteenth day of the fourth month of the fifth year of Jian'an..."

The fifth year of Jian'an... marked the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

As he thought this, he noticed that these people were all wearing yellow turbans, hemp clothing and leather armor, holding steel knives, with straw ropes tied around their waists, and their clothes were covered in bloodstains.

He forced himself to sit up despite the dizziness, and instinctively reached into his pocket for his phone, only to touch the cold hilt of a knife at his waist.

Just as he was still somewhat confused, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the crowd, followed by a panicked voice—

"General Pei...General Pei, there are government troops!"

Everyone was shocked and got up to check their surroundings, just then—

"Whoosh!" An arrow pierced the air and struck a man in the throat. The man groaned and collapsed in front of Zhou Cang, his eyes wide open. Blood gushed out, and after twitching twice, he became still. The metallic smell instantly sobered Zhou Cang.

A cold wind blew, and the original owner's memories fully surfaced in Zhou Cang's mind.

Zhou Cang, a native of Guanzhong, initially joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion under Zhang Bao, and later became an outlaw on Woniu Mountain, gathering several hundred followers...

The number of officers and soldiers who rushed up the mountain was not large, about twenty or so. Apart from the three or four leaders who were fully armed, the rest were dressed in different clothes and were mostly militiamen and local braves.

"Damn it, they actually chased us here! Protect General Zhou!"

With a roar, the general in the green robe led several men and charged down the mountain in a furious manner.

After regaining consciousness, Zhou Cang gradually regained feeling in his body and stood up with the help of others.

As the general in the green robe charged left and right through the crowd, blood splattered several steps away with the flash of his blade—

This is Pei Yuanshao.

This is the person who introduced himself to Guan Yu in the novel. They were both members of the Yellow Turban Rebellion and joined the outlaws together. That's all the information we have...

While he was stunned and lost in thought, two soldiers bypassed him and charged forward. The only man left beside Zhou Cang saw this and swung his knife to meet them, but he was quickly cut down to the ground.

Pei Yuanshao was still fighting hard down the slope when two men rushed up, their eyes red, and pounced on Zhou Cang.

At this point, they couldn't care less about the discomfort of being transported here; survival was the priority!

As Zhou Cang threw away the tree branch, drew his steel knife, and assumed a fighting stance, his body seemed to come alive.

After all, this was a great physique described in the original book as having "arms with the strength of a thousand pounds, ribs with a bushy beard, and a very imposing appearance." Moreover, once the muscles and bones were loosened, although the muscle memory from his previous life as a martial arts practitioner was not brought back, the body's instincts were still there.

The first man swung his sword horizontally, and Zhou Cang stepped back to dodge. He then raised his sword and slashed upwards, cutting a deep, long gash from the man's abdomen all the way to his chest. The man screamed, blood splattering onto Zhou Cang's face, and he fell backward.

Having killed for the first time, Zhou Cang's heart pounded, and his hand trembled slightly as he fell. Before he could even recover—

Another person's knife was already slashing down. Zhou Cang couldn't dodge in time and was slashed on the arm. The burning pain jolted his brain, and the original owner's physical functions were now fully awakened!

Amidst the pain and anger, I suddenly heard a voice in my head:

Name: Zhou Cang

[Damage taken, Stamina -3, Attributes increased]

[Stamina: 97/100+1]

[Strength: 85+1]

【Intelligence: 42】

Morale: 30+1

It looks just like the stats in a certain Three Kingdoms game? It's just missing some general skills?

Although I was definitely not cut out for studying in my past life, and I don't know what the maximum score for these stats is, isn't this intelligence a bit too low...?

Without having time to think further, the moment his attributes slightly improved, Zhou Cang felt as if his blood and qi were flowing smoothly throughout his body, and the burning pain in his wounds turned into a tingling numbness.

It felt as if a warm current was flowing through my meridians, and my vision became clearer, even slowing down the trajectory of the opponent's blade.

Zhou Cang let out a low roar and used the terrain to charge towards the man, slashing down at his face with all his might.

The man raised his knife to parry, the blades clashed, sparks flew, and he was cleaved in two, knife and face. Before he could even groan, a second blade came down, cleaving two inches from his throat, and he collapsed to the ground.

Blood dripped from the cracked blade. Zhou Cang leaned on his sword, panting heavily. The cold wind, carrying the smell of blood, lashed his face. Looking down, he saw that Pei Yuanshao and the others had also scattered the remaining government soldiers. He threw down his steel sword and sat on a large rock nearby.

I don't know if other people have this stat panel, but...

This body is indeed like the one in the original story who could take three spears from Zhao Yun and still run to Guan Yu to complain. It's really tough and resilient!

Having just woken from unconsciousness and still injured, Zhou Cang returned to his thatched cottage on the mountain first.

The dilapidated wooden house was drafty, and three or four torches stuck haphazardly on the wall crackled and popped.

Zhou Cang quickly bandaged his wound, racking his brains to recall the plot of the book he had read in his previous life, and pondered his current situation.

In the fifth year of Jian'an, Liu Bei's second occupation of Xuzhou was defeated by Cao Cao, and Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were scattered to the ends of the earth.

As a transmigrator who had traveled through time, Zhou Cang, with his limited resources and status as a Yellow Turban rebel with only three to five hundred men under his command, was not exactly a capable maneuver.

Furthermore, seeing the emaciated and pale brothers of Woniu Mountain, providing them with a good future was something that I, as their leader, had to take seriously.

Woniu Mountain, or rather Runan Commandery and even the entire Yuzhou region, borders Cao Cao to the north and Liu Biao to the south. For Cao Cao, it is both the rear and the future front line. It is only a matter of time before his army passes through. It is basically impossible for him to cause any major disturbance.

Moreover, from an emotional perspective, in his previous life, which was filled with disappointment, he was moved countless times by the righteous and loyal Guan Yu. In the original book, after Guan Yu was defeated at Maicheng, Zhou Cang committed suicide, which created the image of Guan Yu and Zhou Cang as an unparalleled master and servant, and indeed moved countless people.

Logically and emotionally, seeking out Guan Yu and contributing to Liu Bei's weak and powerless camp as soon as possible is both the only and the best option...

The whereabouts of the Imperial Uncle under Yuan Shao are uncertain. Zhang Fei will come to the ancient city first, but the exact time is unknown. Although Guan Yu is still in Cao Cao's camp, I remember he will come to Runan to quell the rebellion. It would be better to go to Runan first to investigate the situation.

As he thought about it, a headache started to creep up on him. Zhou Cang couldn't help but think of his intelligence score of 42...

Forget about strategies like the Thirty-Six Stratagems; just thinking about them makes my brain feel like it's about to grow out of shape...

He made up his mind to stop thinking about those brain-taxing things and let out a loud yawn.

At this moment, Pei Yuanshao returned after cleaning up the battlefield, carrying a wine jar and accompanied by two soldiers carrying several dishes of snacks. He entered the thatched cottage to visit Zhou Cang.

Pei Yuanshao was a foot shorter than Zhou Cang, with a burly build. His face was not large, but it was somewhat fleshy, and he looked inexplicably unhappy.

After a few bowls of wine, Zhou Cang suggested to Pei Yuanshao that he take some men to Runan.

"Oh? My brother was unconscious for several days and has just recovered from his serious injury. What brings you to Runan?" Pei Yuanshao put down his wine bowl, turned to look at Zhou Cang, his eyebrows furrowed, and he was very puzzled.

"It's nothing serious, but I feel this mountain is not a place to stay for long." Zhou Cang took a sip of wine, paused, and said it didn't taste good.

"I've heard that Liu Pi and Gong Du of Runan are all former members of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. If we could be taken in, it would be a good place for us to settle down," Zhou Cang said casually, putting down his bowl while picking at the meat slices on his plate with his chopsticks.

It would be difficult to explain why we want to join Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei in a few words. It would be better to use Liu Pi and Gong Du as a pretext. Once we get to Runan, things will get on the right track sooner or later.

"Brother is absolutely right. Why don't we all go together?" Upon hearing this plan, Pei Yuanshao realized it was much better than becoming an outlaw in the mountains. He quickly put down his bowl, bowed, and prepared to go.

"No, we are, after all, outlaws. Such ostentation might cause trouble." Zhou Cang shook his head and picked up his wine bowl again.

"Then I will go with you, brother, so that we can look after each other!" Pei Yuanshao looked at Zhou Cang very seriously.

"If we both go, these brothers in the mountains will probably scatter. It would be a pity to lose these soldiers. My brother, you can stay here and temporarily take command. Once I find a good place, I will come back to the mountains to fetch you!" After Zhou Cang finished speaking, he drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp, and then looked at Pei Yuanshao solemnly.

"As you say, brother." Pei Yuanshao seemed to ponder for a moment, then nodded.

This guy is definitely a good brother; he'll do whatever you tell him to do...

The two continued drinking casually, and before long, they were both slumped over the table, snoring loudly.