"General of the Heavenly King, we must now send troops to support the General of the Lord. There should be masters among the hawks in the court." Zhang Niujiao said with grief in his grief.

Zhang Jiao calmed down his inner emotions and immediately said sternly.

"I personally commanded the troops in this battle."

Zhang Bao was shocked and said, "Why is this big brother?"

"I'm determined." Zhang Jiao said slowly, covering his mouth and coughing three times. No one noticed a touch of bright redness hidden in his palm. Zhang Jiao waved his left and right people, and waited until only he and Zhang Baohou were left.

Zhang Jiao suddenly said, "After this battle, you can lead your third brother away from Zhonghan. You can go to the south. The south is very chaotic, and you can hide for you."

"Brother, where are you going?" Zhang Bao said.

Zhang Jiao did not answer his way.

He just said, "It is said that scholars have raised their troops but failed for three years. I have made them three years, but they have failed. We all underestimated the court. The powerful people and strangers in the court are far from us. Just one and three river knights can be inseparable from the Yellow Turbans. There are other armies in the Central Han Dynasty. If the Yellow Turbans work together, they may be able to succeed, but they all have different intentions. It will only take sooner or later to defeat. We will also make wedding dresses for others." Zhang Jiao finally smiled bitterly.

He thought of the reminder he had received.

Some people have long seen through the future of Taipingdao, but why they did not expose it to the court? It seems that some people want to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

What made Zhang Jiao even more frightened was that is the only one who sees through Taipingdao?

Maybe I am just a chess piece.

If he had been in a long time, he might have been able to make a long-term plan, but he was suddenly hit by a backlash last night and he had not had much time left.

After all, it is not the right way to refine living people as powerful men. It is not a punishment by God, but to refine Yellow Turbans and extract his original essence and spirit. It is a huge amount of effort to cultivate five thousand Yellow Turbans and use one's own strength to cultivate five thousand Yellow Turbans. Normally, it takes three years to achieve success, but he only takes only three days to achieve success, and there are mistakes and gains.

Zhang Bao understood a little, but some didn't.

But he was still worried about his elder brother.

"But there are some things that have to be done. No matter who the winner is in the end, they always do what we want to do." Zhang Jiao thought of seeing his father beat him to death when he was a child because he bumped into an official. When he was famine, his mother starved to death. She left the last food at home to herself and her two younger brothers.

Eat the child by changing his or her baby, and eat soil to fill his or her belly.

But in that aristocratic family, the imperial court garden was filled with orioles singing and dancing, and the sound of joy was heard.

Why can they live high and the people below have to live in pain?

The new dynasty is not necessarily better than the old, but at least it can make those people pay the price they deserve.

The city gate opened, and Zhang Jiao walked out of the city wearing a Taoist robe.

The two followers behind him, Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Bao.

When he saw Zhang Jiao leaving the city, the Yellow Turban soldiers along the way fell to the ground and shouted to the sky, and saw Zhang Jiaorururu seeing faith.

Zhang Jiao walked slowly in the camp, and the Yellow Turban Army knelt on the ground on both sides of the way.

Zhang Jiao showed sorrow and raised his right hand high.

In a moment, a trembling shout came from my ears.

"Huang Tian!"

"Huang Tian!"

"Huang Tian!"

The sound spreads outward.

Zhang Jiao showed a sick smile on his face.

He also read "Huang Tian."

There seemed to be a hint of inquiry in his tone.

But he nodded affirmatively and then repeated firmly.

"Huang Tian!"

A hint of fanaticism appeared in Zhang Jiao's eyes, and Qingming Festival soon returned to his mind.

He raised his hand and looked into the sky.

A long call: "Wind!"

Suddenly, the sky suddenly became drowsy.

The color of the clouds gradually becomes darker, and dark clouds accumulate in the sky.

"Rain!" Zhang Jiao shouted again.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning, raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky.

Drops of raindrops as big as beans fell on the ground and bloomed.

Zhang Jiao looked up at the sky, letting the heavy rain fall on his face, soaking his hair.

Zhang Jiao's eyes were closed and his breath was calm.

Zhang Bao was shocked. For some reason, he felt that the eldest brother's current condition was very wrong.

Although he didn't learn the technical content of Taiping, he still knew some basic things.

There was no rain, no wind, no thunder, no electricity today.

If the eldest brother goes against the will of heaven and goes far beyond the limit, he will be subject to backlash.

"Brother, we can make a long-term plan without having to work so hard." Zhang Bao said quickly.

Zhang Jiao turned a deaf ear.

"thunder!"

Zhang Jiao Gao Song.

Rumble

Dense lightning penetrates the sky like a javelin.

A thunder fell down, and a large pit several feet deep was split on the ground in the distance.

There was a hint of regret in Zhang Jiao's eyes, but unfortunately he could not control the landing point of lightning.

He can only guide a higher probability of falling Thunder in a large area, but he cannot control the specific position of Thunder.

What a pity

However, Zhang Jiao was not too disappointed, and this book was as expected.

Zhang Bao swallowed.

In his opinion, the elder brother's methods are almost like immortals and gods.

When the Yellow Turban soldiers saw this scene, they knelt on the ground and praised Zhang Jiao's name.

The heavy rain wet the ground and became muddy and sticky.

Fang Mu's eyelids twitched, and Zhang Jiao was already crazy.

This old lunatic is playing with his life.

[Zhang Jiao used Taiping Technique to gain 6 points of intelligence improvement, basic intelligence 108, General Tiangong improves 5 points of intelligence, current intelligence 119]

[Zhang Jiao] [Wu: 97(95)/General: 102(102)/Zhi: 108+5(106)/Political: 60(60)] [Talent ① General of the Heavenly King: Zhang Jiao is a great teacher and has more than one million Yellow Turban believers under him to improve his intelligence by 5 points. Talent ② Taiping skills: Zhang Jiao can consume his life for temporary intelligence bonus. Talent ③ Fanaticism: Zhang Jiao can increase his believers by 2 points.]

Zhang Jiao's originally black hair had a trace of silver at some point.

The beard on the jaw is most obvious, almost half of it turns white.

boom!

Several thunders fell, three of which fell into the Sanhe Knights' Army, but one fell into the Yellow Turban Powerful Array.

Thunder exploded and the arc spread across the water.

The person who was close to the ground fell into shock on the spot, and the person who was slightly away fell to the ground with numbness and weakness.

The rainstorm washed away, and the earth became muddy at some point.

Especially for those wearing armor, it is the most unfriendly.

After stepping on it, mud splashed everywhere.

Raise one foot, like pulling out a thread.

"hail!"

[Zhang Jiao used Taiping Technique to obtain 1 point of intelligence improvement, current intelligence 120]

Zhang Jiao said the last sentence, his beard turned pure white in an instant, and his whole body seemed to have been drained. Blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth. He staggered two steps and was held by Zhang Bao before he could not fall down.

The gloomy sky suddenly fell hail all over the sky.

And the direction is exactly the second half of the battlefield.

Hail the size of walnuts fell from the sky in dense crowds.

Fang Mu's helmet made a sound, and his head hurt.

Fang Mu is fine, but it is much more miserable for many town heroes. Some of them do not have helmets.

He was hit by hail on the spot and his head was bleeding. He could only squat on the ground and raise a shield to report to the group to keep warm.

"witchcraft!"

"Evil Dharma."

The soldiers of the court were all afraid.

However, when the Yellow Turban rebels saw this scene, their morale was greatly boosted and they shouted in unison.
Chapter completed!