At the end of August of the seventh year of Guanghe (184), the Yellow Turban Army won consecutive battles and the Han army was forced to withdraw, but the Yellow Turban people in Guangzong City did not have any joy of victory. Instead, the atmosphere became heavier, because the General Zhang Jiao, who had always led them forward, had been sick for many days.

Xu An was lying in the tent. After seeing the Three Kingdoms, he naturally knew that after Zhang Jiao passed away, the Han general Huangfu Song integrated his military forces to siege Guangzong again, won seven consecutive battles, and then attacked Guangzong at night, beheaded General Zhang Liang in the formation, captured and killed more than 30,000 Yellow Turban Army and more than 50,000 people went to the river to die.

Close his eyes, and it seemed like time was back a few months ago. On his way back to school on the train, he passed a long tunnel in the middle. The darkness lasted for a long time until a fire was swallowing Xu An's body.

After regaining consciousness, he was already in the wounded camp of the Yellow Turban Army. He relied on the care of the alchemists and talismans wrapped in the Yellow Turban, as well as the spiritual talismans and wounded medicine of General God, and he regained his life.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

Amid the sound of the shocking shouts, Xu An gradually realized his situation. He had left the world he was familiar with. He traveled thousands of years and came to the chaotic world that had been chaotic for a hundred years in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

The fate of the Yellow Turban Army seemed to be destined, and Xu An also had the idea of ​​becoming a deserter. However, today there was a severe drought, and the people were unable to recover, and there were chaos everywhere. He was an ordinary liberal arts college student, and he had never had the experience of surviving in the wild. He was just looking for death when he left the team rashly, but it was safer to stay in the Yellow Turban Army.

Over the past month, the Han army and the Yellow Turban Army have fought dozens of battles. Xu An, as a member of the Yellow Turban Army, has naturally been pushed to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, either you die or I die. In the fierce battles, he had already become a qualified Yellow Turban soldier, and the spear in his hand also took away the souls of several Han soldiers.

Xu An followed the Yellow Turban Army to fight in many places. The scenes he saw on the road were all hungry and corpses everywhere.

He saw the Yellow Turban Army, known as the bandit, distribute the food in their hands to the refugees around him and beg for life. The reason why these refugees became refugees was because the officials of the Han Dynasty seized all their only stored food.

Xu An felt as if he had cleared the fog in front of him, and he began to re-examine this history. The Yellow Turban Army, which was once called the moth thief in the book, was actually just a group of common people who wanted to survive.

Perhaps not all the Yellow Turban Army acted like this, but the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Jiao has always been the Yellow Turban Army full of hope and wanted to build a Yellow Turban Army that would not worry about food and clothing and be able to live and work in peace.

The Yellow Turban Army system is similar to the Han army system. Five people and one corps are established as corps commanders, ten people and one corps are established as corps commanders, fifty people and one team, with a team leader, one hundred people and one corps, five corps in front, back, left and right are one song, five corps are established as military marquis, five corps in front, back, left and right are established as one piece, two thousand corps in each piece, and one Sima is established as one side, and the main general is called Qu Shuai.

However, dozens of Yellow Turban Warlocks were added to each division, casting spells and preaching before the war to boost morale, and teaching soldiers the classics of Taiping Road in their daily lives.

Perhaps it was because of these Yellow Turban Warlocks that the Yellow Turban Army was so united.

Under the leadership of Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turban Army won consecutive battles and its troops expanded rapidly.

The ordinary Yellow Turban Army soldiers in the army were not only mostly ignorant of big words, but almost all had never traveled far away and had no knowledge and knowledge, so Xu An naturally seemed to be more outstanding.

Therefore, as the scale of the Yellow Turban Army became larger and larger like a snowball, Xu An also became a team of teams. However, even if it became a team, it was just a drop in the ocean. As in history, the Yellow Turban Army began to retreat under the fierce offensive of famous Eastern Han generals such as Huangfu Song and Lu Zhi, and went to decline.

Xu An looked at the tall buildings with countless yellow flags flying in the middle of the city and fell into silence.

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On top of the tall buildings in Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao was lying on the straw couch when he was sick. He knew very well that he was about to reach the end of his life and that the disease had tortured him for too long.

He saved countless lives and healed countless wounded people in his life, but when he was plagued by illness, he could not save himself.

Zhang Liang knelt beside the couch and held Zhang Jiao's left hand tightly. Seeing Zhang Jiao looking at him, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, but tears flowed down in an instant.

In a daze, Zhang Jiao heard the howling wind outside, and the whistling wind brought Zhang Jiao's thoughts back to the nameless settlement.

In the seventh year of Guanghe, the world was drought and there was no harvest. The government actually paid no taxes. For a time, countless poor people were displaced, corpses were everywhere, and plagues broke out.

But all this still cannot stop the officials who collect taxes.

In that nameless settlement, Zhang Jiao took his disciples into a house. There were corpses all over the ground, and there was a slight smell of smell in the air.

A thin woman leaned half against the wooden wall, her eyes wide open to look at Zhang Jiao and others who were pushing the door. She tried hard to raise her left hand, and her shriveled mouth moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she could no longer speak.

Before Zhang Jiao could approach, the woman's left hand in front of her was weak and her head was hanging to the side. Her body was muddy, and only the swaddle in her arms was slightly clean. Zhang Jiao stretched out his hands to pick up the swaddle in her arms. The baby in the swaddle closed his eyes tightly, as if he was sleeping soundly.

The light emitted by the sun hanging high in the sky made Zhang Jiao almost unable to open his eyes.

The strong wind whistled again, which also curled Zhang Jiao's thoughts back.

The light of the sun outside the window shone into the grass inside the house and sprinkled on Zhang Jiao's body. Zhang Jiao raised his hand to block the dazzling light, but the sunlight still fell into Zhang Jiao's eyes through the gap between his palms.

The sudden sunlight seemed to have made Zhang Jiao regain some strength. Zhang Jiao stood up straight and leaned half against the wall. Looking at the junction of sunlight and shadow in front of him, his eyes were slightly lost, and he slowly spoke:

"I really want to see with my own eyes what the world of Huang Tian is like."

Brothers are connected, and Zhang Liang knows that Zhang Jiao is in a state of rejuvenation at this time.

Zhang Jiao was silent for a while, then sighed again.

"I'm really unwilling to give up."

Zhang Jiao pulled Zhang Liang closer and solemnly handed the "Taiping Jing" in his arms to Zhang Liang, "If there is one day, you must remember to tell me what kind of scene the world shining by Huangtian is."

Zhang Jiao slowly closed his eyes and leaned against the wooden wall as if he was sleeping soundly.

Zhang Liang was already crying.

The crying became more and more intense. On this day, Guangzong City was covered with hemp.

In the Yellow Turban camp inside and outside Guangzong City, shrill crying sounds were connected.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. Years are in Jiazi, will the world be lucky?"

Some people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, some people lay blankly on the ground as if they had lost their souls, and many people even committed suicide in the military tent and followed Zhang Jiao and left this desperate world.

Xu An lay in the military tent, looking at his almost collapsed comrades, feeling powerless.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

Now the war is imminent. Xu An knew that Huangfu Song would soon lead the Han army to besiege Guangzong. Two months later, the city would be destroyed. Thirty thousand people were captured and killed, and more than 50,000 people went to the river to perish. Xu An was about to become one of these people. But he didn't know whether he died in the battle of Guangzong City or was besieged by the Han army, and forced to jump into the cold and bone-blazing river water.

Historical books only record that because Guangzong could not capture the Han army for a long time, Zhang Liang was lazy, Huangfu Song took the opportunity to recruit troops at night, and the chicken crowed to send troops to attack the Yellow Turban Army's positions.

The Yellow Turban Army faced the battle in a hurry and was defeated until noon. However, there was no record of the attack launched on the day of the siege. Although Xu An knew the history of the Three Kingdoms well, how could he know what was not recorded?

Even if he wanted to warn in advance, the Yellow Turban Army would not allow him to leave the military camp without permission. I was afraid that Xu An would not even see Zhang Liang. A feeling of powerlessness surged in Xu An's heart again, and a sense of powerlessness that could not be changed, just like suddenly coming to this nightmare world.

Time passed by little by little, and the dazzling golden crow had flew into the ground, and darkness enveloped the entire world.

Tens of miles outside Guangzong City were countless Han soldiers marching towards Guangzong holding torches. They winded for dozens of miles, unable to see at first sight, like a huge fire dragon.

The Han army marched on the official road a hundred times more energetic and high morale.

Their general was even more famous Han general Huangfu Song. Under his command, the Han army defeated one Yellow Turban after another.
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