As he spoke, Zhang Jue's whole body became depressed, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. This made the saints Zhang Ning and Wang Mang extremely sad and anxious, but they had no choice but to let Zhang Jue lie down and stop.
say!
But Zhang Jiao shook his head slightly, interrupting the thoughts of his daughters Zhang Ning and Wang Mang. He saw a whimper coming from his throat, called Wang Mang to his side, and whispered into his ear.
"Rang! You are my favorite and most trusted subordinate, and... well, you are the only one who can carry on the banner of our Yellow Turban Army against the tyrants."
"puff!"
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jue couldn't hold back the blood surging in his chest, so he tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, splattering on the bedding.
Seeing this, Wang Mang felt extremely sad in his heart. Even though he was ready for Zhang Jue to drive away to Hexian, he still couldn't control his eyes with tears. He tremblingly wanted to raise his hand to help Zhang Jue wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
But he was rejected by Zhang Jiao's eyes.
"Huh, keep talking!"
Exhaling a breath of turbid breath, Zhang Jiao's whole person became energetic, even giving others the illusion that his condition was getting better. However, only Zhang Jiao himself knew that this was a flashback before his death, so he did not waste time, but
Continue to explain the funeral affairs to Wang Mang.
"You also read the content on the ribbon I handed you just now. This must be announced after I die and when the various channels fall apart!
It can keep you and Ning'er safe for a while."
The activation of Zhang Jiao's skills before his death made his intelligence value exceed 100, which successfully paved the way for Wang Mang and Zhang Ning's escape.
"Then, this is the secret training method of the Yellow Turban Warriors..."
Another silk ribbon was handed out, Wang Mang's eyes widened, he carefully took the old silk ribbon with both hands, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
The reason why the Yellow Turban warriors can fight bravely on the battlefield without fear of death, forget the pain and fear, and then kill the enemy desperately is the result of this secret method!
Correctly learning this secret method can increase your chances of winning on the battlefield. Soldiers are unpredictable, and water is unpredictable. On a fierce battlefield, a slight change may determine whether a large-scale battle can be won, reducing the risk of victory.
Thousands of casualties among soldiers...
"Mang, thank you for your gift from the great sage and good teacher."
Wang Mang had mixed feelings in his heart, both excited and sad. Looking at Zhang Jiao who was still breathing on the couch in front of him, and Zhang Ning who was crying with pear blossoms and raindrops beside him, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Since the soul transmigrated, the first person I saw when I opened my eyes was the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao! He was as loving as a father and took good care of me. He also taught and imparted knowledge on war, talismans, divination, medicine, etc. He was both a teacher and a father.
, deep feelings.
Zhang Jiao's eyelids drooped slightly, clearly feeling the loss of his physical strength. Without further ado, he continued to call Wang Mang closer to him, telling him to take good care of his daughter Zhang Ning, and also allowed him to use the name of the saint to support the Yellow Turban banner!
"Call Wu Wenhua and I will give him a few words."
Wu Wenhua had an extraordinary ear, and when he was standing guard at the door, he heard Zhang Jiao summoning him. He saw his aura erupting, intimidating many Qu Shuai outside the door, and signaled them not to act rashly, and he would be back later!
"Damn it, what is this guy so arrogant about?"
Fang La's first general, Fang Jie, stared angrily at Wu Wenhua's figure until he disappeared. He spat, directly picked up the magic weapon in his hand, and made eye contact with Lin Chong and Hu Yanzhuo, the two generals under Song Jiang's command.
"kill!"
The three generals shouted in unison, each picked up their own magic weapon, and rushed towards the door, trying to force their way in and see what happened to the great virtuous master Zhang Jiao.
"Ding! Fang Jie's skill activates..."
"Ding! Lin Chong's skills...the force value has been increased."
"Ding! Hu Yanzhuo skill activates"
The three generals used all their firepower, and with every step they took, their momentum increased steadily, and they strode into the door.
"Bang!"
Before the three generals could stand firm on their heels, they were attacked by a strong force and flew backwards. They fell heavily on the bluestone floor and were badly beaten.
After the three generals took a closer look, they realized that Wu Wenhua did not rush to Zhangjiao immediately, but hid his momentum and hid behind the door, waiting for them to break in.
"Su Xian, where is General Ai Zhang? I'll leave the barking dogs to you."
Wu Wenhua's face was as cold as frost. If his lord Zhang Jiao hadn't told him not to fight with Qu Shuai outside here, otherwise these guys would have become meat.
Calling two new generals under his command to guard him, Wu Wenhua quickly came to Zhang Jiao's couch. His tall and burly body suddenly knelt down, and then he cried like a child, tears raining down... This made Wang Mang on the side look stunned.
, can such a strong general also cry?
"Culture! I'm afraid I'll never see you majestic on the battlefield again, cough cough... I'm not going to die soon, and I know it clearly in my heart. The main purpose of calling you here is to think about your future in the future.
In the days to come, protect Mang and Ning'er.
For me and for the Yellow Turban! Are you willing?"
After saying these words, Zhang Jue smiled and slumped on the bed, his eyes blurred and his vitality gradually dissipated.
"Culture! Are you willing?"
Zhang Jiao could no longer see anything at this time, and his eyes were dim, but the obsession in his heart made him try his best to ask Wu Wenhua again.
"The general will definitely protect Wang Mang and the Saint to the death!"
"good!"
Hearing Wu Wenhua's oath, Zhang Jiao completely gave up his obsession. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes looked straight ahead, as if he was full of longing for the future of the Yellow Turban Army. Then he lost all his strength and took his last breath...
At this point! The old man who initiated the craze against the Han Dynasty and shook the foundation of the rule of the Eastern Han Dynasty has completely withdrawn from the stage of history.
Zhang Jiaoxian passed away, and everyone present burst into tears. At the same time, the sound of fighting broke out outside the house, which made Wu Wenhua feel irritable. He directly picked up the desk next to him and rushed out. His momentum exploded, and the desk was thrown out, hitting Lin Chong.
.
"Bang!"
After a loud noise, Lin Chong fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Wu Wenhua's murderous aura emitted, instantly covering all the commanders and generals present, frightening everyone across the way to the point where they were so pale that they did not dare to take a breath.
Seeing such a birdlike appearance on the other side, Wu Wenhua was full of disdain and spat at Fang Jie. This move made Fang Jie's face turn livid with anger and he clenched his teeth tightly!
Just as the two sides were at war with each other, Wang Mang walked out of the house and signaled Generals Su Xian and Ai Zhang to tie up Lin Chong who fell to the ground, take him away in front of Song Jiang, and imprison him. This move was undoubtedly a naked provocation.
, but so what if Song Jiang knew Wang Mang’s intention in his heart? Even if his eyes were cracked, it would not help. So what if he was angry? He didn’t even dare to let out a fart...
Wang Mang looked at Fang La opposite him coldly, and then looked at Song Jiang. These two people were a bit tricky to deal with and needed to be considered in the long run. As for Zhang Niujiao, Chu Feiyan and other Huangjin Qushuai, there was nothing to worry about!
