Lin Junshu returned to the room with an extra book in his hand.

【The Essential Art of Taiping (Abridged Version)】

[The essence of Taoism that the Great Master personally summarized from the Tao taught by Nanhua Immortal. Zhang Jiao has personally eliminated a large number of the techniques, and only retained the most original cultivation techniques and some techniques.]

Lin Junshu recalled the scene when Zhang Jiao handed the book to him.

"Jun Shu, I have not been good at practicing Taoism all my life. After hundreds of years of practice, I only have this half book of Taiping Yaju. Among them, I have deleted all the most powerful and highly polluting spells. Maybe this is what Master wanted me to practice back then.

Tao, but this is not my intention."

"No matter whether we succeed or fail in the next battle, my Tao of Peace does not need to be passed on. Perhaps when I first thought about using the power of the evil god to check the evil god, I was already biased."

"This is an abridged version that only retains the most original cultivation methods and some minor spells. I leave it to you. You can live forever by cultivating immortals, but don't go down that path. You can't become a god by cultivating immortals. Finally,

I can’t be a human being..."

The old man’s persuasive appearance is still in front of me.

His appearance made Lin Junshu, who originally had a lot of confidence in the duel, start to feel uneasy. The old man's instructions and explanations were not at all like the realization of his ideal.

Has he already felt something?

This battle will determine the future...

The decisive battle broke out faster than Lin Junshu expected.

The next morning, because the conversation with Zhang Jiao last night made him think a lot, Lin Junshu had a rare sleep.

But suddenly there was a noise outside the house, and Hu Jian broke in and told the sleepy Lin Junshu a piece of news that made him wake up immediately.

"The war has begun..."

Lin Junshu put on his clothes hastily, stuffed Taiping Yashu (abridged version) into his arms, picked up the long knife that Hu Jian had found for him, and hurried towards Zhang Jiao's tent.

The two entered the Chinese army's tent and saw Zhang Jiao leading several commanders of the Yellow Turban Army around the map to make strategic preparations.

Seeing Lin Junshu come in, Zhang Jiao nodded slightly. After the two of them bowed and saluted, they stood to the side of the tent.

The familiar map on the ground has more complex annotations, but Lin Junshu still can't understand it.

"Report——"

The messenger rushed into the tent.

"The Digong General Department has made small-scale contact with the enemy south of Qinghe. The Renggong General Department has reported that a large number of enemy main forces have been found east of Guangzong and are attacking in the direction of Julu!"

Zhang Jiao waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to retreat, and the commanders started a new round of discussions based on the new military information.

"Qinghe and Guangzong have both encountered the Han army. There will be troops rushing towards Julu. Huangfusong and the others clearly have the advantage in strength. Why are they divided into three groups at the same time? Isn't this weakening their chances of winning?"
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Lin Junshu listened for a while and roughly understood something. Huangfu Song held an army of 800,000 men. Compared with the 500,000 soldiers and horses gathered by the Yellow Turban Army, the strength was nearly doubled.

However, he did not gather superior forces and push them from Guangzong City. Instead, he divided 200,000 troops each to Qinghe and Guangzong, where General Zhang Bao and Renggong General Zhang Liang were stationed to contain them, while he himself personally

Leading an army of 400,000, they rushed towards the giant deer.

Lin Junshu, an ordinary young man who traveled through time in the 21st century, only knew about military strategy to the extent that he had played one or two strategy games, but he still felt that this operation did not look like the work of a famous Eastern Han Dynasty general who could repeatedly push Zhang Jiao into desperate situations.

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Hu Jian opened his mouth and was about to speak. Hearing Lin Junshu's whisper, Zhang Jiao turned around and explained to him with a smile:

"Because his target is me. Whether it is the soldiers composed of hundreds of thousands of people, or the uprising sweeping the eight states, in Huangfu Song's eyes, they are not as important as the Huang Tianzhi dream I preached."<

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"As long as I die, the hundreds of thousands of independent soldiers will not pose any threat to the big man. The last time I was able to escape by chance, it was probably the biggest mistake for him, so this time even if his advantage is weakened, he will not

You won’t leave me a way out.”

It seemed that what Zhang Jiao was talking about was not his own business at all. Faced with such a severe situation, he still spoke to Lin Junshu gently as usual.

"The outcome of this war is no longer a matter of military confrontation. Jun Shu, don't be more than a hundred steps away from me. All you need to do is stand behind me and watch this battle."<

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After Zhang Jiao finished speaking, he asked someone to bring his golden staff.

The thin old man held the golden staff with one hand, and his tall and straight posture suddenly burst out with huge momentum.

He looked up to the south, which was the direction Huangfu Song was running from. Julu, Qinghe, and Guangzong were each other's horns. Huangfu Song went straight in, not only leaving no way for Zhang Jiao to escape, but also leaving no escape for himself.

Zhang Jiao and his dream of Huang Tian, ​​and the big man and the evil god worshiped behind him, only one of them will still exist in this world after today.

The Han army coming from a distance with overwhelming power has appeared in the Yellow Turban Army's field of vision. Their sophisticated armor and neat military appearance are in sharp contrast with the Yellow Turban Army soldiers wearing yellow turbans on their heads and wearing commoners.

"The whole army stops!"

The Han army's military formation stopped neatly outside the Yellow Turban Army camp.

Huangfu Song, riding a large maroon horse and holding a long spear, stood in the middle of the army. His eyes swept towards the alert Yellow Turban Army, trying to find the figure of the old man whom he regarded as a thorn in his side.

In the big tent, Zhang Jiao led the crowd out.

"Let's go, an old friend is here. He and I have waited long enough for this day. Let's go out and catch up with General Huangfu."

Qu Shuai in the big tent has all had some dealings with Huangfu Song. Many of their comrades, friends, and even relatives died at the hands of those burly lackeys.

It's time to use blood to pay off those unaccounted blood debts! Either with the blood of the enemy, or with yourself, whatever needs to be settled will be settled today.

The Han imperial family, which has been aloof for hundreds of years, and the high-ranking officials and dignitaries who have been lying on the bodies of thousands of people with bloodthirsty and marrow, they should be severely dragged down to see the power gathered by the people they regard as ants.

How to crush the throne that was just on top!

The war drums sounded, and the strong man with a yellow scarf on his head slammed the drumsticks against the animal skin drum head.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

With the beating of the drum beating at the top of their hearts, the fighting spirit of the Yellow Turban soldiers rapidly increased.

They looked at the figure of the old man in the crowd who was leading everyone forward slowly, and their eyes became more determined, bursting with the brilliance of ideals.

I don’t know who started it, but every word of oath was shouted from the mouths of the Yellow Turban soldiers, gathering, gathering, gathering into a roaring sound.

"Heaven is dead!"

"Huang Tian is standing!"

"A year old!"

"Good luck to the world!"

The old man came to the army with a calm expression, raised his left hand lightly, and the wind suddenly rose!

In the midst of everyone's attention, the old man rose into the air.

The plain and majestic voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"Let's get together in the three altars and gather in Huangtian! Let's have a good meeting, our old friends!"
Chapter completed!