"According to the orders of Huang Tian and the personal edict of the holy daughter of the Holy Sect. I was shocked to hear that the great sage and good teacher of our sect has fallen. God has lost his virtuous man and I have lost my benefactor. I am deeply saddened. I am angry and rebelled against Qin Yang, usurping power and seizing the throne, pretending to be the personal descendant of the great sage and good teacher.
Apostasy and surrender to the enemy, destroying our Yellow Turbans, people and gods are angry, heaven and earth are punished together! The Yellow Turban generals are ordered to rein in their horses at the precipice, repent, return to the Yellow Turbans, kill this traitor, and promote our righteous way. Ning is eagerly waiting for all heroes at the Holy Sect General Temple in Hanzhong City
The heads of people from Qinyang are raised to meet each other to comfort the spirit of the great sage and mentor in heaven. The guardian saint is personally instructed by Zhang Ning."
"What a vicious woman!" Qin Yang secretly wiped his cold sweat while listening. Zhang Ning clearly wanted the Yellow Turban generals to execute him on the spot after Liao Hua read out the imperial edict. If he hadn't been so lucky, he would have added
Zhang Jiao gave me the Yellow Turban decree to protect me, so I'm afraid that this time I'm really going to get caught. Even if I don't die, I'm afraid that the Yellow Turban Army under my command will become a piece of loose sand and will no longer have any fighting power.
"What do you think?" Although Qin Yang was filled with hatred in his heart, he did not show it at all on his face. He glanced at the yellow turban generals indifferently and sat back on the chair.
"What nonsense! This is definitely not what the saint meant, it must have been forged by that traitor Bo Cai!" Zhang Mancheng said.
"That's right! Bo Cai must have hijacked the saint and forced her to write it. This is a blatant insult to our intelligence!" Zhang Niujiao said angrily, as if he was afraid that others would not know how high his IQ was.
Zhang Baiqi remained silent and kept his eyes on Liao Hua. He also wanted to get a definite answer from Liao Hua.
"My lords, the decree was written by the saint herself, and was not coerced by anyone..." Liao Hua's voice was not loud, but as soon as he said these words, the entire Chinese army tent suddenly became quiet. Everyone surrendered to him.
Get a surprised look.
"The villain was originally a hundred-man commander of the Saint's Skitarii. Because of his somewhat upright reputation, he was able to meet the Saint. This edict was handed over to me by the Saint herself, and Master Bocai was also with me at the time."
Liao Hua recalled.
"However, it is very possible that the saint was bewitched by a traitor and did not know the truth, so she behaved like this. Please take a closer look, His Highness Prince Ming."
"Bo Cai?" Qin Yang raised his eyebrows. Since Bo Cai is by Zhang Ning's side, it means that Hanzhong City has fallen. If this is the case, it is very likely that Zhang Ning wrote this edict under duress.
Thinking of this, Qin Yang asked: "Let me ask you, how many days was Hanzhong City besieged before it was breached? What was the loss? What was the number and combat strength of the Baibo Army?"
"Besieged? Hanzhong City is not besieged!" Liao Hua looked confused.
"You said Hanzhong City was not besieged? Bai Bo's army did not attack the city either?!" Zhang Baiqi suddenly stood up, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.
"Indeed, since Zhang Qushuai led his troops away, Lord Bocai led 20,000 Baibo troops into Xiangcheng. There has never been any siege..."
"Then, why did the saint send me a letter asking for help?!" Zhang Baiqi already had a vague answer in his heart.
"This subordinate doesn't know." Liao Hua didn't know what was going on and could only say truthfully: "But I heard privately that the soldiers of the Baibo Army said that there seemed to be more than 50,000 brothers in the Baibo Army who were transferred to the Black Mountain Army to follow Zhang.
Master Yan went to Shangyong..."
"When did this happen!"
"It was shortly after Zhang Qushuai left Shangyong."
Zhang Baiqi slumped down on the chair, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and did not say a word for a long time. Except for Liao Hua, all the Yellow Turban generals knew what happened. They ambush Zhang Baiqi, attack Shangyong, and become self-reliant.
The ones who are king are not Bo Cai and Zhang Yan, but the saint of the Yellow Turban Sect, Zhang Ning, the only one after Zhang Jiao who holds the power of the Yellow Turban Sect!
Zhang Ning has been a saint of the Yellow Turban Sect for several years. Zhang Jiao has been gathering strength outside, fighting in the north and south. Zhang Ning is in charge of all matters of the Yellow Turban Sect. Even Qin Yang knows that Zhang Ning's status in the Yellow Turban Sect is different from his own.
Compared with the sudden emergence of the Yellow Turban Ming King, Zhang Ning obviously won the hearts of the Yellow Turban followers. Millions of people in Hanzhong all stood on Zhang Ning's side. Although Qin Yang had an army of 300,000, he wanted to
What they are fighting against are millions of Yellow Turban believers with firm beliefs!
"Liao Hua, you go down first."
"Yes." Liao Hua bowed deeply to Qin Yang and limped out of the Chinese army's tent.
After Liao Hua left, Qin Yang smiled solemnly, "Everyone, the matter is clear now. The enemy of Qin Yang is the saint of my Yellow Turban Sect, and the entire Hanzhong..."
"It is the honor of my life, Qin Yang, to fight side by side with you all under Xiangcheng. That's it for today. The army will rest for a day. Tomorrow morning, the whole army will swear to march out and re-erect the golden-domed tent ten miles outside Shangyong City!
I hope you can make the final choice by then!"
The north wind howled, and the moon was blocked by thick clouds. Qin Yang stood alone in the wind and snow, as if he wanted the howling north wind to wake him up. Guan Hai and his guards were cruising far away from Qin Yang
, looking at the Yellow Turban King Ming in the wind and snow from time to time. Even a tall man like him could see Qin Yang's hesitation and loneliness.
Qin Yang had no choice but to ask the generals to choose where to go. He knew that it was more dangerous to lead a large army that was divided and divided than to lead a small army that was united. If faced with a sudden betrayal on the battlefield,
, Qin Yang may be defeated even more miserably and completely!
"We'll know the result tomorrow..." Qin Yang sighed silently. Zhang Ning's blatant rebellion caught Qin Yang by surprise. The fire in his heart that was originally so complacent and ready to sweep across the world was suddenly almost doused by Zhang Ning's ladle of cold water.
.Conquering the world and making achievements is not a game or a casual whim. The internal friction of the Yellow Turban Army will wipe out all the advantages Qin Yang currently has.
"Mancheng, have you decided?" In the camp, Zhang Baiqi looked solemn.
"Brother, I really have no choice. On one side is His Highness Prince Ming, and on the other side is Ning'er. I will not let Master's incense be cut off, but I will never let anyone hurt Ning'er!"
"I didn't expect it to be Ning'er..."
"Brother, Ning'er definitely doesn't really want to kill you."
"I know that if she really wants to kill me, she won't let me break out."
"Brother, what do you mean?"
"I will stay. I want to see how this Yellow Turban King Ming is doing. Don't worry, I will never let anyone hurt Ning'er."
"Brother, take care!"...
The candles flickered, and Huang Shao's eyes flickered. There were two roads, two choices. He and Huang Long were silent.
"Judging from the current situation, the strength of the Baibo and Heishan armies has not increased. Zhang Ning's side should have a combat strength of about 150,000..." Huang Long analyzed carefully.
"Although Zhang Ning appears to have an army of 150,000, she also has the entire Hanzhong..." Huang Shao said.
"Yes, but don't forget Qin Yang's other identity."
"What identity?"
"The Grand Administrator of Hanzhong of the Han Empire, Marquis of Guannei!" Huang Long's eyes flashed.
"Then we..."
Campfires flashed throughout the Yellow Turban Army, and every commander and commander had one or more pairs of twinkling eyes. Qin Yang could not interfere. He was like a prisoner after being judged, waiting for the final verdict.
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"Guan Hai, you don't have to follow me. There is Military Advisor Guo's camp in front of you. I will go and talk to him alone."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I, Guan Hai, am only loyal to Your Highness!" Guan Hai held his head high and his chest high, and under his burning eyes, his poor words seemed sonorous and powerful.
"Thank you!" Qin Yang smiled, patted Guan Hai's shoulder and said sincerely.
After the Battle of Xiangcheng, Guo Jia had been recuperating. Running between Xiangcheng and Luoyang, coupled with controlling the raids of corpse soldiers, left him in a semi-comatose state for a long time after the war.
Guo Jia did not participate in the day's discussion, but the matter was too important, and now Qin Yang could only come to Guo Jia to discuss it.
"Fengxiao, haven't you had enough sleep?" Qin Yang said pretending to be relaxed while lifting the curtain.
"See His Highness Prince Ming..." A familiar voice came from the tent.
Qin Yang was startled, "Commander Ma, why are you here?"
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