This story is purely a work of historical fantasy. If it is inconsistent with historical facts, please do not take it seriously.
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What Qin Yang saw in the golden tent and what Zhang Jiao said to him is probably no longer known. Only the incomplete Biography of the Three Kingdoms has such a record.
"King Qin Yanggong of the Ming Dynasty met Zhang Jiao, a yellow-turbaned bandit, in Xiangcheng, and he knelt down to discuss the general situation of the world. Three days later, the king of Ming Dynasty came back, and Zhang Jiao died."
When Qin Yang stepped out of the golden tent again, it was already three days later. Feeling the slightly dazzling sunlight and fresh air again, Qin Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Three days passed by like a blink of an eye, but in Qin Yang's life, these three days were even longer and more unforgettable than three or thirty years.
"Zhang Jiao, if you didn't care about the people in the world, I'm afraid the world would be yours..." Qin Yang thought silently in his heart. In the past three days, his view of Zhang Jiao has completely changed.
What Qin Yang saw was not the legendary hero who caused huge waves in the late Han Dynasty and shook the 400-year-old foundation of the Han Dynasty. He saw a real Zhang Jiao, who cared about the common people and was a hero.
"See you, young master!" A voice like a mountain roaring and a tsunami suddenly sounded in Qin Yang's ears. At this time, the open space outside the golden dome tent was already filled with leaders of the Yellow Turban Army. At a glance, a bright yellow field
Se. Before Zhang Jiao sent Ma Yuanyi to summon Qin Yang, he had already ordered all the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army to come here and obey his orders.
Looking at Qu Shuai, who was all wrapped in yellow scarves in front of him, Qin Yang knew that each of these people was a fighter with unique skills, and they were all rare strong men in the world. These people had different personalities, some were rough and arrogant men
, there are far-sighted strategists, and there are spellcasters with profound knowledge...
Anyone who comes to the royal family of the Han Dynasty can hold an important position. However, they are willing to gather under the banner of Zhang Jiao's "Great Master" and fight on the battlefield for the great goal of world peace.
This is a terrifying power. When looking at these people, Qin Yang's heart moved. Now that Zhang Jiao is dead, he is the commander of the Yellow Turban Army and the only successor of the great sage. If he has this power, can he turn the tide?
, become the co-owner of the world and rewrite history?! Faced with this huge temptation at his fingertips, Qin Yang was shaken.
"Young Master, the great sage and mentor..." Ma Yuanyi stood at the head of the crowd. After seeing Qin Yang, he hesitated and said to Qin Yang.
Hearing Ma Yuanyi's question, Qin Yang suddenly woke up. Thinking of what he had just thought and what he saw and heard on the altar, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. A person like Zhang Jiao, who has experienced the world and the world, can't accomplish anything.
Can it be that I, Qin Yang, can control so many heroes?!
After thinking about it, Qin Yang stopped thinking about it, looked at Ma Yuanyi and said in a low voice: "Military advisor, the great sage has passed away..."
Qin Yang's voice was not loud, but to the generals who were waiting for news in front of the tent, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue. With a "boom", the Yellow Turban generals who had just been as silent as a deep pool of water suddenly became confused.
The great virtuous master is dead! This news is like throwing a huge stone into the calm lake, causing a huge wave. The great virtuous master Zhang Jiao, who looked down on the world, was said to be invincible, and could change fate against the will of heaven.
Death?! All the Yellow Turban generals couldn't help but feel as if the sky above their heads was almost falling.
Just as Qin Yang imagined, the reason why the various commanders and generals of the Yellow Turban Army were able to gather under the banner of the Yellow Turban Army was entirely because of Zhang Jiao. And Zhang Jiao did not disappoint his subordinates. In just one year,
The Yellow Turban Army almost overthrew the Han Empire, which had ruled the world for four hundred years. This time, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were gathered in Xiangcheng, just a stone's throw away from the capital of the empire!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiao died just when he was about to become the world leader! This was an extremely heavy blow to the Yellow Turban Army. Even Ma Yuanyi, the usually calm military advisor of the Yellow Turban Army, could not help but suddenly change his face. Although he knew Zhang Jiao
His condition is serious, but it may not be at the point of death.
"Look! The Yellow Turban Warrior has disappeared!" In front of the chaotic tent, someone was the first to exclaim.
As if to confirm Qin Yang's words, the two yellow scarf warriors who originally stood with their heads high at the entrance of the golden dome tent were gradually melting away silently. In just a moment, the bodies of the two yellow scarf warriors almost became translucent.
Like this, after a while, the two yellow scarf warriors in front of the big tent completely disappeared without a trace.
Everyone present knew that these two yellow scarf warriors were transformed by Zhang Jiao himself. They were definitely not the beginner-level yellow scarf warriors transformed by Zhang Bao. Each of Zhang Jiao's yellow scarf warriors was comparable to those in the world today.
Top fighters confront each other!
"It seems that Zhang Jiao has really fallen!" After seeing the two Yellow Turban warriors disappearing, all the Yellow Turban generals present could not help but feel their hearts sinking. The last trace of doubt in their hearts also disappeared along with the Yellow Turban warriors.
"Is it possible that the Yellow Turban Army, which almost overthrew the entire empire, will fall short?" The same thought came to everyone's mind at the same time. Some upright men even began to choke in low voices over Zhang Jiao's fall.
Looking at the people who were gradually quieting down, Qin Yang couldn't help but exhale softly. The scene of the whole camp crying that he expected did not appear. What he saw in his eyes was silent sadness, confusion, panic, and contemplation.
and flickering eyes.
As soon as Zhang Jiao died, the Yellow Turban Army, which had always been invincible since the uprising, seemed to change in an instant. Even though Qin Yang was not deeply involved in the world, he could see that people were distracted by this look. Those eyes flickered and lowered their heads in deep thought.
, I’m afraid they are all planning for their next step.
"Get out of the way! Get out of my way!" At this moment, a loud shout came from afar.
Not long after, a Yellow Turban Army general covered in blood, holding a corpse with half of its head cut off, rushed straight to the golden tent. The ground was covered with blood along the way. Looking carefully,
His body was covered with large and small wounds, as if he had just fought to the death with someone, and his expression was very embarrassing. His eyes were filled with bloody red threads, showing a sense of exhaustion.
Qin Yang remembered this person. He was the commander of the Jingzhou Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Mancheng, who was sent out by Zhang Jiao three days ago to assist the "Ren Gong General" Zhang Liang.
Zhang Mancheng didn't seem to feel the strange atmosphere in front of the golden tent, and hissed to Ma Yuanyi: "Military advisor, it's not good! General Renggong died in the battle, and the army is coming! They have surrounded the Xiangcheng camp! I
I want to see the Great Master!"
Ma Yuanyi had already recovered from the news of Zhang Jiao's death. Seeing Zhang Mancheng like this, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Zhang Qushuai, what's going on?"
"Dead! They are all dead! The one named Lu Bu is too strong..." Zhang Mancheng's throat was as hoarse as if he had eaten a red iron, and he murmured to Ma Yuanyi with red eyes.
Speaking of this, Zhang Mancheng seemed to suddenly remember something, and said nervously: "I want to see the Great Master, and now only the Great Master can deal with them! Only the Great Master can save our Yellow Turban Army!"
Hearing Zhang Mancheng mention Zhang Jiao, the eyes of the surrounding Yellow Turban generals suddenly dimmed. Everyone thought of the same problem. Only the Great Xian Liangshi could save the Yellow Turban Army, but the Great Xian Liangshi was already dead...
Zhang Mancheng didn't pay attention to everyone's expressions. He carried Zhang Liang's body and walked straight towards the door of the golden-domed tent. The only person in front of the tent was Qin Yang.
"Get out of the way!"
"General Zhang, wait..." Qin Yang did not move, looking directly at the man who had just returned from a bloody battle, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
"Who are you? Get out of here!" Zhang Mancheng roared at Qin Yang. If he hadn't still had a trace of reason at this moment and knew that the person in front of him was the young master of the Yellow Turban Army, he would have directly kicked Qin Yang.
Kick away.
Facing Zhang Mancheng, whose eyes were almost bursting with blood, Qin Yang puffed out his chest and sighed deeply in his heart. If it had been three days ago, he would have been so frightened by Zhang Mancheng's look that he peed his pants.
.But now, he remembers Zhang Jue's last words. No one can see Zhang Jue's body except himself!
"General Zhang, no one can save us. The great sage has passed away..." Qin Yang took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Mancheng's words.
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