This is the first update, two chapters a day starting today.
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"In the seventh year of Guanghe reign of Emperor Ling of the Han Empire, the empire's 100,000 imperial guards rushed to help He Jin. After a brief rest, the princes from all walks of life gathered their armies and marched to Xiangcheng again. The imperial envoy entered the city to pay an audience with the Ming King." - "Three Kingdoms"
"Biography"
There is a forest of swords and guns, and the murderous intent is overwhelming. Within Xiangcheng, countless Yellow Turban soldiers with murderous intent are standing neatly on both sides of the road leading to the Golden Summit.
"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Yellow Turban!" As the gates of Xiangcheng slowly opened, sky-shaking roars came from the mouths of these bloody warriors. Whether on the battlefield or in front of the envoys of the Han Empire, they used their
Practical actions prove the glory of the Yellow Turban Army!
"What a strong military power..." Outside the city gate, the envoy wearing a thick hood took a breath of cold air. Then he slowly urged his horse to enter Xiangcheng under the escort of a hundred forbidden troops.
"My Yellow Turban Army, Huang Long, would like to welcome the envoy on behalf of His Royal Highness the Yellow Turban King Ming." Huang Long, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a smile, led several Yellow Turban Army generals to stand inside the city gate.
"Huanglong?" The messenger pondered for a moment, then slowly lifted the hood on his head to reveal a fat, white and amiable face. However, this face that usually looked very amiable was now filled with a hint of irritation.
color.
"It is said that the Yellow Turban Prince Ming is very arrogant, but I didn't expect that everyone in the Yellow Turban Army is very arrogant. Could it be that the emperor's appointed angel only sent an unknown person to greet him?" The high-pitched voice was almost snorted from the nose.
, the envoy didn’t even look at Huang Long and said contemptuously.
Huang Long was not angry either. He smiled secretly, pretending to be surprised and said: "Is your Excellency the envoy appointed by the imperial court?! Isn't it the envoy of He Jinjun?"
"That's natural! I am a regular servant of the Han Empire, Zhao Zhong, the envoy appointed by His Majesty the Ling Emperor! Go back and ask your King Ming to come and greet you in person!"
"Ah! Your Excellency, please forgive me, Your Excellency, please forgive me... Your Highness thought that Your Excellency was the envoy of He's marching army, so I immediately sent someone to inform you, Your Excellency, please wait a moment, wait a moment..." Huang Long looked panicked and said hurriedly.
"That's pretty much it." Zhao Zhong nodded proudly. After his vanity was greatly satisfied, he sat on the horse and waited for a more grand courtesy.
Time passed minute by minute, and it was already noon in the blink of an eye. The late autumn sunshine was still fierce. Ever since Huang Long went to "report", Zhao Zhong and his guards had been waiting in Xiangcheng for more than two hours. They were surrounded by people.
Zhao Zhong, a Yellow Turban soldier with a murderous look on his face, did not dare to move around casually. Under the hot sun, layers of oil had already oozed out from his well-maintained, delicate and smooth skin.
Just when Zhao Zhong was impatient to wait and was on the verge of collapse, suddenly there was a commotion from the direction of the golden tent. A large group of soldiers wearing Yellow Turban uniforms rushed towards where Zhao Zhong was.
"It's finally here!" Zhao Zhong calmed down, blinked his eyes that were burnt by the sun, cleared his throat that was about to smoke, and had already prepared a rage in his heart to vent to Qin Yang.
"Oh, sir, I'm really sorry. Your Highness heard that Mr. Zhao was here, and he was so happy that he wanted to come to greet you immediately. But unexpectedly, there was a military emergency, so..." It was still Huang Long who led a group of Yellow Turban troops.
, said to Zhao Zhong with a smile.
"What?!" Zhao Zhong's face turned red. What nonsense military affairs? Now the Yellow Turban Army is at war with the imperial court. The Han Empire is their only enemy. Is there any military affairs more important than this?!
However, Zhao Zhong was also sensible, and after being exposed to the sun for more than two hours, his mind became a little clearer. After taking a look at the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops around him who were holding weapons and looking at each other coldly, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said
: "It doesn't matter! Since His Highness Prince Ming is busy with official duties and cannot come to greet him, then I will go see him! You lead the way!"
"This..." Huang Long said in embarrassment: "My lord, I am just an insignificant and unknown person. His Highness King Ming personally issued an order, saying that I must personally greet you with solemn etiquette. His Highness Prince Ming's order does not apply to me.
If you dare to disobey, my lord, please wait a little longer. Your Highness has already started to prepare, soon, soon..."
"Well..." Zhao Zhong had no choice but nodded and was about to speak, but found that Huang Long had already run aside and asked the Yellow Turban Army who came with him to open the large baskets they were carrying, and shouted loudly: "Brothers,
, it’s time to eat!”
"Oh!..." The tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding him as a guard of honor cheered, holding the weapons in their hands and rushing straight to the location of Huang Long. The thick smell of meat suddenly spread out, and Zhao Zhong, who had been exposed to the sun for a long time,
He and his two hundred guards couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva when they smelled the aroma.
"That...Huang Long. Huang Long! Mr. Huang!" Zhao Zhong shouted with a sharp voice and stamped his feet.
"Come on, come on...!" Hearing Zhao Zhong's call, Huang Long, sweating profusely, squeezed out of the crowd and trotted to Zhao Zhong.
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Well, Mr. Huang, let's... have lunch..." Zhao Zhong didn't know how to speak for a while.
"Oh!" Huang Long suddenly realized, and said hurriedly and respectfully: "Your Excellency, our Highness King Ming has already given instructions. Your Excellency must not be like us humble soldiers. Your Highness has already prepared an extremely rich meal for you and all of you in the Golden Summit Tent.
The reception banquet is being prepared. It is being prepared. Please come later, sir. Aren’t you hungry?”
"Well, it's okay, it's okay..." Zhao Zhong nodded reluctantly. He had not finished his rice since he set off in the morning, and he had already protested in his stomach. But he can lose anything, but he can't lose face. Since the other party has said
If you have a big meal, just wait.
"By the way, Mr. Huang, do you have tea here?" After a while, Zhao Zhongshi couldn't help but ask.
"Tea?..." A look of embarrassment appeared on Huang Long's face, and he said: "Sir, you are not unaware of the situation of our Yellow Turban Army. There is water, but this tea..."
"Water is fine too, bring it over and let me relieve it...moisten your throat!"
"Okay, my lord, please wait a moment!" Huang Long didn't hesitate at all this time, and soon brought several Yellow Turbans to a large vat of cold water.
"Sir, please use it!" Huang Long scooped up a ladle of cold water and handed it to Zhao Zhong respectfully.
After Zhao Zhong took a big drink, his mind became a little clearer. "Qin Yang is clearly trying to trick me on purpose!" Thinking of this, Zhao Zhong's face suddenly turned cold, "Since you, Qin Yang, want to trick me.
Me, then don’t blame me for not doing things, the boss thinks highly of you, but I, Zhao Zhong, am not someone to be bullied! Even if I still can’t break up with you in the end, I still want to make you feel good!”
"Too arrogant! We..." Zhao Zhong looked gloomy, turned his horse and gave orders to the guards around him.
But before the word "go" came out of his mouth, Huang Long in the distance took the lead and shouted: "Brothers, His Highness King Ming has an order to greet our distinguished guests. If our distinguished guests are not happy,
Or leave directly, then you can go see Prince Ming with your heads in your hands!"
"Follow your orders!" Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops let out a deafening cry, and then countless eyes stared fiercely at Zhao Zhong and others. It was as if they were afraid that Zhao Zhong and others would suddenly be baked by the sun, and then they would really
It's like holding your head high to see King Ming.
"I'll wipe it!" Seeing this posture, Zhao Zhong swallowed the word "go" in his throat. Huang Long had already disappeared. If he was asked to face the Yellow Turban Army, which numbered more than ten thousand like wolves and tigers, he would
But he doesn't have Lu Bu's ability.
"Your Highness, are we going too far by doing this?" Ma Yuanyi frowned and looked at Zhao Zhong who was surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army in the distance.
"Ah? What did you say, military advisor?" Under the big tree, Qin Yang was lying on the hammock, and the autumn sunshine was shining through the leaves. Qin Yang was humming a popular song that should not have appeared in this era, and he said
He didn't say a word in a daze. Guan Hai beside him was already leaning under the big tree and snoring loudly.
"I mean, he is the imperial court after all..." Ma Yuanyi sat helplessly on a rocking chair and took a sip of tea.
"Military advisor, if I'm not wrong, what Zhao Zhong is carrying should be the imperial edict of the empire to recruit people. At this time, the more we neglect him, the less confident they will be. Only then will our bargaining chips become stronger.
More..." Qin Yang changed into a comfortable position and said leisurely before falling asleep.;
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