Qingzhou.Qi State.

Outside the city of Banyang, Zhang Rao, the coach of the Yellow Turban Qu, carried a heavy long sword in his hand, his eyes were like an eagle, looking at the sudden Han army with a solemn look.

"The Han army has begun to advance!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers also showed a solemn expression. They saw the smoke and dust on the opposite side, and the black flags fluttered. They heard the soldiers' shouts and the roar of war horses, and developed a little fear of the upcoming fight.

"It's not good!"

Zhang Rao looked around the Yellow Turban soldiers around him, frowned, and his face gradually became a little pale. He saw panic and fear from the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"But I have no way out!"

Now Zhang Rao is not only the backbone of the Yellow Turban Army of Qi, but also the leader of the Yellow Turban Army of Qingzhou. When he chose to send troops to Mount Tai, he had no way out.

If Zhang Rao dares to retreat for any reason, the Yellow Turban of Qi will inevitably collapse. The other Yellow Turbans that have been restored to Qingzhou will also bring negative effects, and his fate will be very miserable.

"Must fight!"

Thinking of the consequences of retreat, a cold flashed in Zhang Rao's eyes, tightened the knife in his hand, and tried to make his waist straight on the war horse, conveying his soldiers that he had no fear and would win this battle.

"Brothers of Yellow Turban!"

Zhang Rao took a deep breath, roared at the Yellow Turban soldiers around him, and urged his horse to slowly walk towards a high ground.

"Ship Qu..."

The Yellow Turban soldiers around were attracted by Zhang Rao's roar and actions, and they all turned their confused eyes to Zhang Rao.

Standing on the high hill, Zhang Rao, who was as powerful as a small mountain view, looked at the wooden faces of the Yellow Turban soldiers under him like a god looking down at the common people.

Few of these people are Taiping Taoists, almost all desperate refugees, some deserters who are unable to bear the years of war, homeless bandits, etc.

"The world has a severe drought, and there is no harvest of particles, and the taxes are getting heavier, just because the Han Dynasty is corrupt!"

Zhang Rao spoke slowly, and made a slight pause, trying his best to deliver a clear voice to the Yellow Turban soldiers around him.

"We have no standing cone and no armed forces, but only many people are powerful."

"Now we will gather together to rise again by bringing together the Yellow Turbans, and we will definitely revolutionize the destiny in the world!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the year is in Jiazi, and the world is very good!"

As soon as Zhang Rao finished speaking, countless Yellow Turban soldiers had already raised all kinds of weapons and farm tools in their hands and responded frantically to Zhang Rao.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the year is in Jiazi, and the world is very good!"

As for whether it is still the Jiazi year, it is not important to this group of people. What they need is courage to foster courage.

Zhang Rao closed his eyes and listened to the sounds coming from like tsunamis, praying secretly.

"I hope I still have the power to fight!"

Zhang Rao couldn't help but lament. He didn't expect the Han army in Taishan County to be so prosperous. He had a premonition that this time, it might be a failure to fall into the sand again.

"Do you Tao Ying? Then fight!"

Zhang Rao opened his eyes suddenly, and a ray of light burst out from his eyes. He waved the long sword in his hand, roared, and issued an order to enter.

"Get out!"

...

Tao Ying looked at the Yellow Turban Army slowly advancing towards him, and felt a trance in his heart.

Together with the last time he played against Zhang Kai in Nancheng, this was Tao Ying's second time against the large-scale Yellow Turban Army. It would be fake to say that he was not panic in his heart, but he had no way out and had to calm down and face it.

"But, this time, I'm afraid there will be no good luck from Zhang Kai that time!"

Tao Ying heard about the "political mobilization" of the Yellow Turban Canal coach Zhang Rao just now. If it weren't for the wrong camp, Tao Ying would have liked him.

But now it is an enemy side, and it is a life-and-death situation, so there is no sympathy.

"Zhang Rao? Then fight!"

Tao Ying urged the horse to run a few steps to face the slowly coming Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

There was still an arrow away from the Yellow Turban soldiers. Tao Ying slowly raised the steel gun in his hand, gently drew an arc towards the more than 50,000 Yellow Turban soldiers pressing against each other, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and hit the steel gun hard.

"What will Han do?"

"Are you here to call?"

"It seems that he doesn't look like a general who can fight!"

...

A series of crisp sounds of gold and iron clashing sounds instantly attracted the attention of the Yellow Turban soldiers at the forefront. They looked at Tao Ying, with panic in their eyes, and there were also doubts in their eyes.

It’s not that the Yellow Turban soldiers look down on Tao Ying, but Tao Ying is now. She has just reached the age of crowning, and her face without beard looks extremely white. She doesn’t look like a mighty and domineering general, but like a weak scholar with no power to tie a chicken.

"I saw the fear of death in the helpless and desperate eyes of the county magistrates!"

"I am like you, and I am also afraid of death. As long as I am a human being, I will be afraid of death!"

Facing the confused eyes of tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers, Tao Ying's expression was awesome and complained in his heart.

"Who can't do ideological work!"

Although the Yellow Turban soldiers who were moving forward were inexplicable about Tao Ying's words, they still showed a listening look, and their steps slowly slowed down, and their nervousness relaxed a little.

Since joining the Yellow Turbans, no one has ever spoken to them like this.

As Tao Ying's voice spread, more and more Yellow Turban thieves joined the ranks of listeners.

"Maybe one day, I will fall into the arms of death and fall into the cold endless darkness, but I want to tell you that it will never be today!"

"The same is true for you. If you don't want to die, you won't die today!"

Seeing the Yellow Turban Thief's "enjoyment" look, Tao Ying was in a daze.

"Is this not a battlefield of life and death, but a church that spreads the 'gospel'?"

Tao Ying, who "baptized" the Yellow Turban soldiers, felt that he had the potential to be a pastor, especially as a "prophet", he could completely transform into God.

"As long as you put down your weapons, the Xuanjia Army will not force you to jump into the cold river, and then be shot into a hedgehog as a target!"

"As long as you put down your weapons, the steel knife in the Xuanjia Army's hand will not slash at your head, let it hang high on the city wall to show its public!"

Tao Ying, who had just turned into "God" to save suffering sentient beings, immediately changed his role, and his originally kind and kind gaze became cold and vicious again.

"But if you resist and want to die, the Xuanjia Army will help you, drive you into the cold water to feed the fish, chop off your head and build it into Jingguan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Ying's spear suddenly shot into the sky and roared to the sky.

"Let go of your weapons, share your food and land!"

As Tao Ying finished speaking, the Xuanjia Army behind him shouted in unison.

"Let go of your weapons, share your food and land!"

...

Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, almost instantly spreading to every corner outside the city of Banyang.

"Uh..."

"This..."

"I..."

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers stopped slowly, and the panic in their hearts slowly dissipated, and began to calm down. While listening to the "demonic sound" summoning of the Xuanjia Army, they judged whether what Tao Ying said was true or false.

"Let go of your weapons, share your food and land!"

"Let go of your weapons, share your food and land!"

Finally, some Yellow Turban soldiers were shaken. Isn’t the result of their trouble? Since you don’t have to die, why are you rushing to die?

The fear disappeared, the fighting spirit disappeared, and the weapon dropped.

"What!"

The sudden stop of the march forward made Zhang Rao look horrified. The morale he had finally aroused was instantly disintegrated by the other party.

"Absolutely not!"
Chapter completed!