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"In the late autumn of the seventh year of Emperor Guanghe's reign in the Han Empire, the Yellow Turban Rebellion that almost overturned the entire empire came to an end. Qin Yang, the Ming King of the Yellow Turbans, accepted the invitation of the Han Empire and led an army of 300,000 Yellow Turbans to surrender to the Han Empire. On a favorable day, Duke Qin Yang personally led
The army escorted the coffin of Zhang Jiao, the great sage and mentor, back to Hanzhong. The people of the world celebrated with their hats and cheered for peace." - "The Biography of the Three Kingdoms"
"The Great Master is up!" A deep horn sounded, and with the loud shouts, there was solemnity in the entire Xiangcheng. The huge coffin moved slowly, and the sound of rolling wheels seemed to be weighing on everyone's hearts, making it heavy and desolate.
Zhang Jiao, a hero who single-handedly turned a huge empire that had stood for four hundred years upside down, a benevolent man who cared about the world and fought for it all his life, an overlord who made countless strong men willing to die for him, and the best talisman in the world.
Master, the strongest man in the world. Now he lies quietly in a huge coffin covered by a yellow curtain and the banner of "Great Master".
Surrounded by countless dazzling lights, Zhang Jiao finally returned to a place where a mortal should go. With his dreams and his regrets. Immortality is just a noun. No one will be truly immortal. Zhang Jiao's death represents
A glorious era has passed. After him, there will be an era with more ups and downs and a more dazzling era.
"Come back! The soul of the great virtuous teacher! Come back! The soul of the soldiers! Come back! The soul of the Yellow Turban!"
Ma Yuanyi, fully clothed in plain clothes, stood in front of the huge coffin with his head held high and shouted loudly, feeling grief-stricken. Behind Zhang Jiao's coffin were the coffins of all the Yellow Turban soldiers who died in the battle. Huge soul-calling flags were flying in the sky, as if to guide all the soldiers who died in the battle.
On the way home.
"Come back, the soul of the great virtuous teacher! Come back, the soul of the soldiers! Come back, the soul of the Yellow Turbans!" Hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops shouted in unison, and the sound of sorrow went straight into the sky. Among the huge coffin procession,
There are their comrades, their relatives, and their beliefs. Now the dawn of peace in the world has emerged, but these people will never see it...
Qin Yang was the first to walk out of the west gate of Xiangcheng, fully clothed. The morning light stretched the shadow of the tower. A gust of autumn wind blew by, blowing up Qin Yang's clothes, and an inexplicable feeling of desolation suddenly filled him.
Qin Yang's heart.
"Commanders of the armed forces! Shout out the concerns in your hearts! Let all the spirits in the sky hear it, and let our soul sails lead them the way home! Let your shouts send our relatives on their last journey!" Qin Yang's voice
The sound echoed across the vast land, and the wind became more violent, as if countless heroic souls were howling. The rising sun hid in the clouds, as if the whole world was in mourning.
"Brother, let us give you a ride again!"
"Brother, let's go home together!"
The cries that shook the earth echoed in the sky, surrounded the mountains, and rushed in the rivers. They seemed to be telling the whole world that no one could shake the peace that the Yellow Turban soldiers bought with their courage and blood!
"It's over..." Cao Cao stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the army, all of which were in plain clothes. His heart was complicated and indescribable.
"Mengde, the empire is about to collapse. Do you intend to come to Jiangdong, and let us work together to create a world?"
Cao Cao smiled and shook his head at Sun Jian beside him, "I, Cao Cao, am a member of the emperor. Don't say that the empire is still there. Even if the empire is really destroyed, I will revive it again."
Sun Jian took a deep look at Cao Cao, said "Take care!" and then rode away with his whip.
"Will the empire fall?" Cao Cao's eyes flashed with a strange light. "If that day comes, I must use the shuriken to create a brand new empire!"
In the dense forest in the mountains, Liu Bei and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei raised their wine glasses together.
"For peace in the world!"
"For the sake of peace in the world!" Guan Yu and Zhang Fei said in unison.
After the wine was drained and refilled, Liu Bei was drunk, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were also drunk. When the world was peaceful and there was no more killing, does it mean that their mission has been completed? Or is everything just beginning?
"Report to General Liu. General Huangfu sent an envoy to tell General Liu to return to the camp to discuss merit and reward him!"
"Reward based on merit?" Liu Bei was drunk and laughed loudly.
"Second brother and third brother, let's go! Let's see what we need to do in this peaceful age!" Liu Bei threw the wine glass in his hand and said with a laugh.
"Brother! Just leave. We brothers are of the same mind and will never leave!" Guan Yu picked up the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and Zhang Fei picked up the eight-foot-long snake spear. The three heroic figures gradually moved away. Without the war, the three figures seemed full of energy.
Lonely.
"Is the world peaceful?" A red-haired man sat lazily on a boulder, and in front of him lay a Fang Tian painted halberd full of blood.
"Qin Yang, as long as the king's aura still exists in you, there will be no peace in this world! Only I, Lu Fengxian, am worthy of this king's aura in the world!"
Lu Bu jumped off the boulder, and with a flash of cold light, the huge boulder behind him shattered into pieces!
In the late autumn of the seventh year of the reign of Emperor Guanghe of the Han Dynasty, the Han Empire, which was almost blown to pieces by a yellow hurricane, returned to peace. Everyone who has experienced this disaster is willing to believe that after the crisis and recovery two hundred years ago, the Han Empire will
Create another glory again. After breaking and then standing, the Han Empire, which has gone through disasters, will open a new era.
The heavy snow in winter seemed to come very early this year. When the 300,000 Yellow Turban Army led by Qin Yang had just arrived at the border of Hanzhong, goose-feather heavy snow came covering the sky. The cart transporting Zhang Jiao's coffin was struggling in the snow.
As we walked forward, the sky and the earth were covered in silver, as if the whole world was in mourning for Zhang Jiao.
"Your Highness, all our troops have crossed the Han River, and ahead is the important town of Hanzhong, Shangyong." The north wind roared, Ma Yuanyi shook off the snow on his body and said. Shangyong does not belong to the territory of Hanzhong, but the Yellow Turban Army
It was so powerful that it had already occupied Shangyong, and at this time it naturally fell under the rule of Qin Yang, the prefect of Hanzhong.
"Hanzhong..." Qin Yang subconsciously wrapped his cloak around his body. After receiving the owner's order, the war horse stood quietly in the wind and snow, breathing thick mist from his mouth and nose.
"This is the land that belongs to me! I will build it into an indestructible fortress before the troubled times come!" Qin Yang's eyes flashed with light, and he seemed to have seen the forest of swords and guns on the ground under his feet, and the galloping iron cavalry, and countless people shouted: "
The warriors of "Long Live the Yellow Turban Ming King" set out from here to expand their territory and create a new era in the war-torn years!
"Since God allowed me to come to this world, from now on, the history of this world will be rewritten because of me!" A raging flame burned in Qin Yang's heart, and Qin Yang felt all over his body in the whistling north wind.
passionate.
"Has Zhang Baiqi not sent someone to greet him yet?"
"No..." Ma Yuanyi shook his head, with a hint of worry in his heart. Before the Battle of Xiangcheng, Zhang Jiao's troops lost contact with the Yellow Turban Army in Hanzhong. Later, Xiangcheng was besieged and the news was blocked, and now the troops sent
But none of the messengers came back.
"Military advisor, do you think Zhang Baiqi... is reliable?" Qin Yang expressed Ma Yuanyi's worries. Sitting in the rich land of Hanzhong, he ruled millions of people, one person less than ten thousand people. Qin Yang didn't
I believe Zhang Baiqi will not be unmoved.
"Zhang Baiqi is the great disciple of the great virtuous master. He has always been highly regarded by the great virtuous master, so he was entrusted by the great virtuous master with the important task of guarding the foundation of our Yellow Turban Army. If he says that he has different intentions, it will be difficult for my subordinates to believe it...
"
Qin Yang nodded and said calmly: "I hope so. After all, troubled times are coming, and the Yellow Turban Army had better not fight internal conflicts..."
"Report to His Highness King Ming! A group of people appeared in front of the army. The leader claimed to be an envoy sent by the Hanzhong Army and wanted to see His Highness King Ming!"
"Bring it up!"
A moment later, a white horse galloped over. The man was dressed in snow-white armor and covered with a white cloak. However, the white color was now stained with bits of bright red blood and large areas of gunpowder smoke, which looked shocking.
"My subordinates see His Royal Highness Yellow Turban Mingwang!" The thick hood covered his face, and the envoy came to Qin Yang's horse, jumped off the horse and bowed down.
"Are you Zhang Baiqi's envoy? Raise your head." Qin Yang frowned. He felt a very familiar aura on the visitor. However, he couldn't remember where he had met him.
"Yes!" The messenger stood up straight and slowly lifted the hood over his head. A very handsome face of about twenty years old suddenly appeared in Qin Yang's eyes. But at this time, this handsome face
But it was filled with fatigue and sadness.
"Bai Qi! Why is it you? What happened?!" Ma Yuanyi exclaimed when he saw the envoy's face.
"Military advisor, Bai Bo and the Black Mountain Army have rebelled! Bai Qi is incompetent and Hanzhong has been lost..." There was a trace of trembling in Zhang Bai Qi's voice.
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