At this time, among the hundreds of counties in the world, Julu County was the one that believed in Taiping Dao the most and had the most connection with the Yellow Turban Uprising.
Because the three Zhang Jiao brothers are from Julu County.
Therefore, even though the Zhang Jiao brothers were all dead, and it was a long time since the first Yellow Turban Rebellion, eight years later Qingzhou still had another uproar, with 300,000 Yellow Turbans gathering to rebel.
If the Yellow Turban Uprising was a prairie fire, Julu County was the first spark, the first torch.
The last time, under the leadership of the Zhang Jiao brothers, the Yellow Turbans only lasted for nine months. Facing the Eastern Han Dynasty's powerful officers and soldiers, there were many embarrassing situations where they were outnumbered and defeated the many. But in the end,
It can barely be said that everyone has a winner or loser.
This time, it was too unbearable.
Starting from the second year of Chuping (AD 191), 300,000 people began to gather, and the momentum was huge. In the early stage, some state and county officials were frightened by the news. They abandoned the city and fled in all directions. As a result, they actually encountered those who dared to fight, and it was a battle.
Failure followed failure. First, he was defeated by Gongsun Zan with 20,000 cavalry, and then by Cao Cao with more than 10,000 cavalry.
When they attacked Mount Tai, the prefect Ying Shao led 30,000 people to the city to resist. Thousands of them were beheaded and had no choice but to retreat.
Attacking the Bohai Sea, they were blocked by Gongsun Zan's 20,000 cavalry in the wild, and 300,000 people were beaten and fled in all directions.
The attack on Yanzhou was even more embarrassing. Cao Cao drove more than 10,000 troops from Shouzhang to Jibei, and suffered two major defeats.
The biggest reason for surrendering to Cao Cao was that the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans had no choice but to make a desperate choice, but why they fell into such a desperate situation was ultimately caused by the incompetence of the rebels themselves.
Huo Qubing of the Western Han Dynasty once boasted that ten thousand people could dominate the world, and he did indeed match his words and deeds, and accomplished feats that matched his expectations.
As for peasant rebels like the Yellow Turbans, no matter how large their numbers are, they are still looked down upon by others. Their record is really too poor.
Because of this, the Qingzhou people who have the deepest connection with the Yellow Turbans feel the deepest anger at being looked down upon and looked down upon by the world.
When the soldier spoke provocatively and showed contempt, the crowd reacted with great excitement, and brave men from all counties came to the stage one after another, but... they failed again and again, leaving everyone embarrassed but speechless.
Full of anger but nowhere to vent it, some people thought sadly of the unbearable past, and felt as if their heads were being poured with cold water. What was colder than their bodies was the heart that should have been burning hot in their chests.
When Wang Zheng came on stage, only Wu Sheng and a few people knew his abilities. Although they were confident, they were also worried. Although most of the others felt that this young man had no chance of winning, they quite recognized his courage to step forward at a critical moment and had already given birth to a child.
Somewhat favorable.
When Wang Zheng knocked Dian Man to the ground for the first time, everyone was pleasantly surprised but worried about the consequences. They also thought that maybe Dian Man was careless and underestimated the enemy. Wang Zheng might be lucky to win, but in any case, he had gained some face for the people of Qingzhou.
Out of the seven points of happiness, there are finally three points of expectations.
After the over-the-shoulder fall, Norimitsu fell to the ground again, even unconscious, and everyone's suppressed emotions finally broke out.
At this moment, Wang Zheng, who had ordinary facial features, looked like a god descending to earth in their eyes.
Countless people whispered to each other, acquaintances praised him, and thousands of words turned into exclamations: "What a wonderful life."
Strangers asked about his origins, and all they could say were questions: "Who is this person?"
The effect was very successful!
Wang Zheng saw all the expressions of the crowd in his eyes. He was very satisfied in his heart, but his face did not show any signs of it. When he turned around after giving a salute, he saw that Captain Xiahou had already walked up to Dianman, wearing a stinking look.
He looked at his face and kicked him again. Seeing that the other party was still awake, he frowned and snorted in dissatisfaction: "Useless thing!"
Then he waved his hands impatiently, and two soldiers came forward and carried Noriman down.
It seems... I did something wrong...
From the moment the opponent kicked him, Wang Zheng felt a thump in his heart. After hearing those words, he was even more surprised and annoyed:
"I showed my charming eyes to a blind man and met a fool!"
Cao Cao wanted to implement wrestling training among the Yellow Turban Army. Wang Zheng, as a later generation, would understand his intention if he thought about it for a moment.
Different from other exercises, as a two-person competition with great confrontation, since there is training in wrestling, there must be a competition, and the competition will naturally have rules, rankings, and rewards. The rules allow the Qingzhou Army to enhance their obedience.
Improve the laziness; ranking can give them a sense of honor and improve their overall combat strength; rewards can once again show favors and win over people's hearts; at the same time, the competition itself can also be regarded as a secondary selection to select elite warriors with strong backgrounds.
It can be said that it accomplishes many things in one fell swoop.
Therefore, he thought it was an opportunity for Colonel Xiahou to ask the soldiers to verbally provoke him.
This was a demonstration before showing favor. Since the other party's surname was Xiahou and he had become a captain at such a young age, he must be a relative of Cao Cao and must be aware of Cao Cao's intentions. This was a perfect opportunity.
The opponent has brought so many soldiers, so he can win a few games to gain some fame, and when the time is right, he can lose a game or lose to Xiahou himself. The coordination is absolutely in place.
Wang Zheng, who is familiar with Internet literature, has thought up the script of "The other party is polite to the virtuous corporal, and he bows to him", and he also wants to find opportunities to add drama. If he does it beautifully, he may be able to catch Cao Cao's attention in advance...
As a result, reality gave him a slap in the face mercilessly, your script is terrible!
He felt that he would not misguess Cao Cao's intentions, but he misjudged Captain Xiahou.
Although Nadianman lost to him, he still won ten games in a row and had an excuse for not being able to continue. I am definitely a brave and elite person. For such a subordinate, once he fails, he will abandon it like a pair of broken shoes and treat him casually.
Such a person is definitely a fool!
I got distracted.
It turned out that a stupid kid was just pretending to be a pen, but when he was getting excited, I went to slap him in the face...
Tough luck!
At this time, Colonel Xiahou showed the self-possession and calmness on his face again. He walked up and down, looked at Wang Zheng up and down, suddenly smiled sinisterly, and said with an unkind expression:
"You are good at winning Dianman."
The situation was stronger than the person, Wang Zheng was secretly on guard, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he was about to reply, but he saw the other party suddenly pulled out a riding crop from his waist, and with a "swipe" sound, he stopped talking and whipped it directly in front of his face!
Damn it!
Ordinary people might not be able to react in time to this sudden blow, but Wang Zheng could have easily dodged it.
But at this moment, he weighed in his mind and finally suppressed his body's instinctive reaction, and even deliberately removed the level 3 iron bones that protected him.
The script went astray and the situation got out of control.
At this time, you must not conflict with the other party head-on, and the conflict must not be intensified!
He finally decided to take the whipping forcefully!
Suddenly, with the sound of flesh splitting, blood splattered in all directions.
Under the severe pain, his vision went dark, his body swayed and he fell to the ground, with a whip mark appearing on his face.
"I remember you!"
Wang Zheng closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, slowing down his breathing while secretly feeling cruel.
"You fainted now?" Colonel Xiahou seemed to feel that he was not angry enough, and his tone was full of unfinished meaning:
"So weak?"
Everyone in the audience was also stunned by this scene.
When Wang Zheng fell to the ground, they finally reacted, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and the crowd swarmed up again, everyone with angry faces and eyes ready to spit fire!
Captain Xiahou was not afraid at all, he suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist, looked disdainfully at the angry wave of thousands of people in the audience, and shouted loudly:
"What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."
As the crisp sound of unsheathing continued to sound, the soldiers on the stage also stepped forward and formed a row behind him.
The eleven people moved neatly, all wearing armor and holding swords with their blades forward, showing murderous intent.
"Want to rebel?"
The same sentence came out, once again blocking the footsteps of thousands of people.
Either they were frightened by the light of the sword, or they were reminded by words, remembering the consequences of rebellion...
Or the impulsive blood cools too quickly.
No matter how angry they were, and no matter what the reason was, the crowd finally stopped.
Wu Sheng wanted to rush forward desperately, but Wu Zhuang grabbed him tightly by the lapel of his clothes. After struggling several times, he finally had no choice but to give up. He could only look at Captain Xiahou with gritted teeth, and then looked at the people around him with hatred. His fists were clenched until his knuckles turned white.
I felt resentful and unwilling, but also disappointed and helpless.