Chapter 2

When Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, he was already drenched in sweat. He felt all over his body with both hands, discovering that he was still intact and alive. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he let out a deep breath, “Scared the life out of me, it was just a dream!”

It was truly a nightmare, where he dreamed that the enemies had killed him, Cao Cao, and everyone else.

Qin Feng suddenly shook his head and smiled. The dream was too bizarre. He and Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, and others were both enemies and friends, but the idea of joining forces against external enemies seemed far-fetched. After all, it was just a dream, so he didn't take it seriously.

He looked up at the sky, which was a clear blue with white clouds drifting by. There weren't many places that could have such a sky, and he couldn't help but smile, “This Maldives beach is indeed a great place for a vacation!”

As he spoke, he grinned mischievously and reached out to touch. He expected to feel roundness and softness, but found nothing. Qin Feng was taken aback and looked around, only to find that there was no one beside him, not even Cai Yan or Diaochan.

"These concubines, after coming to the modern era, have become so 'ungrateful.' They must have gone for beauty treatments or yoga, leaving me here!"

However, he had to admit that beauty treatments and yoga were indeed good. Qin Feng rolled up his sleeves and thought to himself, "If I don't take care of them all tonight, I'll have wasted my life!"

With that, he leaped up and was about to return to the villa when he suddenly froze in place.

He saw distant mountains and nearby forests, with a yellow dirt road stretching across the plain, passing under his feet and extending further. There was no sign of the Maldives' beach or sea, let alone the beautiful and gentle concubines. The road was filled with hurried and dusty peasants.

Why did the word "peasants" pop into his mind? They were dressed in coarse clothes, which Qin Feng had seen many times in his previous life when he traveled through the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The peasants were in a panic. When they saw Qin Feng, they were intimidated by his floral short-sleeved shirt and large floral shorts, and his sunglasses made him look even more intimidating. Their faces changed, and they hurriedly avoided him.

"This can't be! Where are the concubines? Where is the beach?" Qin Feng was shocked by what he saw. He quickly lifted his sunglasses and looked again, feeling a wave of dizziness and almost falling to the ground.

He pinched his arm hard, and the intense pain made him grimace. His face suddenly turned wild, and he rushed to the road, grabbing a simple farmer, shouting, "Uncle, where is this place?"

The farmer was terrified and stammered, "S-s-sir, this is Qiao County!"

"Qiao County!" Qin Feng's eyebrows twitched, "What year is it?"

"Year 1 of Zhongping!" The farmer thought Qin Feng was a monster. Seeing that he was wearing a sleeveless floral shorts and no pants, he assumed Qin Feng had been robbed by the Yellow Turbans and was driven mad by fear.

"Year 1 of Zhongping! 184 AD, the Yellow Turban Rebellion!" Qin Feng's left eyebrow twitched, and he was stunned, his hand loosening.

The farmer quickly fled, muttering, "Ah, another man harmed by the Yellow Turbans, what a pity."

Qin Feng realized he was indeed a pitiful man, and this must be a joke from heaven. "How could I come back here again? How is this possible?" He looked up at the sky, "Do you think time travel is as easy as drinking cold water? Just say it and it happens?"

For the next hour, he seemed to have amnesia, desperately trying to recall the past. In front of him, many peasants were fleeing in tattered clothes, hungry and frightened, shouting, "Run, the Yellow Turbans are coming!"

For Qin Feng, the previous time travel to the Eastern Han Dynasty was so real. Every battle, every person, every concubine, his empire, his ministers, everything was so real, and he had definitely experienced it.

However, the current situation was even more real because he was right there.

After a long time, as the sun set, Qin Feng began to pull himself together, even though he didn't know why he was back in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. He knew he had to regain everything he had lost. Therefore, any negative emotions were useless and would only hold him back.

"Starting over again, so what! Damn heaven, I can't rely on you, but I still have to rely on you..." Qin Feng looked up at the sky, gradually regaining some confidence, "One day, I will find the truth!"

Qin Feng suddenly remembered what he said when he woke up: "If I don't take care of them all, I'll have wasted my life!" "Indeed, I have wasted my life..." He cursed himself, thinking he had a jinxed mouth, blurting out the truth as soon as he opened his eyes.

Given the current situation, it seemed he had indeed wasted his life.

However, he could rise again!

Qin Feng, preparing to seek out family and friends and rebuild his empire, began to consider how to take the first step.

"The Yellow Turban Rebellion! Yes, this is a great time to earn merit and climb the ranks."

But soon he encountered a problem. In his previous life, he had arrived before the Yellow Turban Rebellion, so he was prepared.

In this life, Qin Feng looked around and saw a large number of fleeing peasants, clearly indicating that the rebellion had already begun. He had nothing in his hands. Feeling in his pockets, he found a few US dollars. These could make his life comfortable for many days in the future, but here they were just toilet paper.

"Damn! No money! No money, no people, how can I survive?"

Suddenly, Qin Feng felt a knot in his heart, unsure of how to start, and became somewhat dejected. However, he was a strong-willed person and quickly regained his composure, "I'll have to start from scratch. Earning military merit isn't impossible. I'll find righteous generals like Lu Zhi, Huangfu Song, and Zhu Xie, and offer them advice to earn merit!"

At that moment, Qin Feng noticed someone walking in the twilight. His heart skipped a beat, and as he saw the figure in the sunset, he immediately perked up. The person had arms that reached his knees and ears that reached his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, "It's indeed Liu Xuande!"

For Qin Feng, he didn't need these features to recognize Liu Xuande. In his previous life, he had dealt with Liu Xuande countless times and was "admired" by this future gladiator and leader of the Roman auxiliary army.

Qin Feng stared at Liu Xuande, who was dressed in coarse clothes, with a broken sword without a scabbard at his waist and a tattered bag on his back, clearly not yet risen to prominence.

Liu Xuande, feeling the stare, flapped his ears and stopped, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword. Seeing Qin Feng staring at him, he felt a chill down his spine. He thought this was a very strange person, especially with Qin Feng's flashy beachwear and large floral shorts, which he found the most bizarre outfit in the world. "Is he a madman? He's running around without any clothes!" Liu Xuande's heart raced, thinking that in these chaotic times, it was best to avoid such madmen and strange people.

Thus, Liu Xuande tightened the bag on his shoulder, carefully moved off the road, and prepared to go around, staying about ten meters away from Qin Feng.

"Can't be wrong!" Seeing that Liu Xuande ignored him, Qin Feng's eyebrows twitched, and he stepped forward, coldly greeting, "Isn't this One-Ear?" He saw that Liu Xuande's ears were intact and laughed at himself, thinking, "This isn't the previous life anymore," and quickly added, "Xuande?"

"One-Ear?" Liu Xuande was greatly startled, thinking this was a code word for a robbery. As he was about to draw his sword, he heard Qin Feng say his courtesy name and was even more surprised. He carefully examined Qin Feng, thinking, "Where did this person come from, and how does he know me?"

Qin Feng, who had returned to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, was feeling lost when he suddenly met an acquaintance. He smiled and said, "Xuande, where are you going?"

Liu Xuande thought, "I don't know you," but still bowed and asked, "Sir, do we know each other?"

Qin Feng thought, "We know each other, and we know each other very well. In my previous life, I chased you from Xu Province all the way to the Kushan Empire, but you still managed to escape. You're quite capable, managing to form an auxiliary army in Rome."

"Liu Xuande doesn't know me!" Qin Feng realized that this was a real restart. At this time, Liu Xuande didn't know him, and neither did anyone else, including his subordinates from the previous life. Qin Feng felt that he had been too presumptuous at the beginning. In this chaotic era, even though he had experienced it once, he could still be killed if he wasn't careful.

In his previous life, Qin Feng had a host of brave generals. Now he had nothing. Even if he could meet them now, they would be strangers, and provoking them might even get him killed.

"In these chaotic times, let alone brave generals, even a few bandits could end my life!" Qin Feng was very worried about his future in this life.

At that moment, the sound of fighting came from a distance. Qin Feng was startled and quickly looked. He saw three or five people with yellow headbands emerging from the roadside forest.

The peasants fleeing along the road were immediately in a panic, running and shouting, "Run for your lives, the Yellow Turbans are coming!"

The Yellow Turbans, though few in number, were fierce and ruthless. They mercilessly cut down any peasants they caught, and the ground was soon stained with blood.

Qin Feng hadn't seen blood for many years. The sight of the blood made him shudder, thinking, "This is bad, good things don't happen, but bad things do. I just mentioned bandits, and the Yellow Turbans are here!"

The peasants all ran away, and Liu Xuande also ran. In front of the Yellow Turbans, only Qin Feng was left.

Note 1: How Liu Xuande became a Roman gladiator and then the leader of the Roman auxiliary army can be found in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms: Sweeping the World."

Note 2: How Liu Xuande became "One-Ear" can be found in the previous work, thanks to Cao Cao.

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