Giant deer.

Zhang Jiao looked at the scene in front of him with some confusion.

There were many people who followed him, and they fell one after another.

Ended in the most tragic way.

"If I hadn't launched the disruption, would they still be alive?"

Zhang Jiao thought deeply, "Although it is difficult, at least I am still alive."

But now, even living has become a luxury.

Something meaningless.

What should we do?

In fact.

A rabble is a rabble, and there is no way it can be compared with the regular army.

Especially in this era, the army has not yet been corrupted and still has a certain fighting capacity.

Under such circumstances.

The people who caused Zhang Jiao are just some rabble.

They are just like a group of ants.

Without military discipline, there is no combat effectiveness.

It eventually led to a very tragic end.

Originally, he wanted to pursue some ideals, and even wanted to save the world.

This is how Nanhua was exploited. If this kind of idea did not exist, how could Nanhua take advantage of it.

pity.

Nan Hua is dead now.

The problems faced by the Yellow Turbans still exist.

The imperial court's encirclement and suppression, as well as certain problems that cannot be overcome.

Leading to a very tragic result in the end.

Countless Yellow Turbans died under the imperial cavalry, and the originally acute land conflicts were suddenly relieved.

"Did i do something wrong?"

Zhang Jiao looked confusedly at the remaining Yellow Turban Army, feeling very confused and uncertain in his heart.

Rebellion is such a thing.

He had never thought about it at first, but later he saw that those ordinary people could not survive.

Then he listened to Nan Hua's deception and began to create the Taiping Dao, and based on the Taiping Dao, he began to create the Yellow Turban Army.

Led by the Yellow Turban Army, they conquered the world.

but now……

Zhang Jiao looked at the scene in front of him blankly. He was really at a loss and found it difficult to calm down.

He originally thought that by carrying out a "rebellion", he could overthrow the decadent Han Dynasty and create a new dynasty where everyone would have food to eat.

The reality is cruel.

The people he formed were all killed or injured one after another.

Even Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang couldn't hold on anymore.

"Brother, now that our Yellow Turban Army is retreating steadily, what should we do?"

He was a little confused. As Zhang Jiao's younger brother, Zhang Bao had always regarded Zhang Jiao as his idol.

But now he doesn't know why in his heart.

Lost.

The Yellow Turban Army has been defeated.

"From the beginning, I knew I was going to lose."

Zhang Jiao sighed: "It doesn't matter whether I die or not, but it's a pity for my brothers."

The good son died like this.

Zhang Jiao had long been miserable inside, with a gloomy look on his face, "Today, all this is about to end."

If you can't win, you can't win.

If you don’t have a chance, you don’t have a chance. You can’t blame others.

"Brother, why don't we run?" Zhang Liang said, "It's still too late to escape now, there is still a chance."

If the people from the imperial court were called over, I'm afraid there would be no chance.

By then there will be no chance of survival and there will be only death.

"run?"

Zhang Jiao shook his head and said, "We can run, but what happens after we run?"

What should we do?

They can run, but many brothers cannot, and neither can the countless Yellow Turbans.

"Brother, do you want to stick to it?"

Zhang Liang asked with his eyes widened: "Now we have no way to continue fighting."

"Then let those who are willing to surrender surrender. There is no chance anyway."

Zhang Jiao said calmly: "Perhaps, they can survive in this way."

Zhang Liang: "..."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang was silent for a while.

He didn't want this to happen, but things have developed too fast now.

At this time, Zhang Bao said: "Brother, how about we go to Luoyang to find the senior expert you mentioned."

He remembered clearly that Zhang Jiao would nag them from time to time, saying that there was an expert living in Luoyang City.

An expert in spiritual practice.

He is capable of magical powers and various methods.

He is truly a fairy.

At the beginning.

They all thought that what Zhang Jiao told was a lie, but later combined with the fact that Nanhua wanted to build a foundation, they believed it.

In this world, there are also people with the ability to practice.

Once successful, the future will be limitless.

Just thinking about it makes me happy and excited.

If they really go to meet that senior, if it is really possible, then it will be a matter of course for them to become a practitioner.

"No."

Zhang Jiao shook his head and explained: "First of all, we are now surrounded by a large army. It is very difficult to leave. We don't know how many brothers will be killed or injured.

Secondly, if we raise the flag of rebellion, if we fail to protect the superiors, they will be angry and dissatisfied with our status.

Thirdly, if practice is difficult and the Dharma is not taught to the six ears, the senior may not be able to impart new Dharma.

Fourthly, that senior didn’t even mention me, so he must have looked down on me at the beginning.”

Zhang Bao: "..."

As soon as these words came out, even if Zhang Bao had all kinds of calculations in his mind, it was all useless now.

If you cannot become a practitioner, you cannot practice and you cannot have strong fighting power.

And under the power of the cultivator, it swept away endlessly.

That is what they long for, but now Zhang Jiao says that this road is broken.

Tell them what to think.

I really feel bitter and desperate.

In this situation, isn't it equivalent to waiting for death?

"You don't need to persuade me anymore."

Zhang Jiao continued: "To this day, I understand what the saying 'Mystical powers are no match for heaven' actually means.
To be continued...