One of the most painful things in the world is that one believes that one’s disciples are slaughtered. One of the most painful things in the world is that one’s disciples are slaughtered because of the betrayal of one’s disciples!

Tang Zhou, I'm gone! Zhang Jiao said with regret.

Looking around, Zhang Jiao was a little confused. The adobe wall was covered with wind. The gentle spring breeze blew in, but it made him feel a bit cold. There was no dome on the roof, and the crows screamed loudly, which made him feel a little irritable.

"I must kill Tang Zhou!" Zhang Jiao took the millet porridge made by his soldiers, picked up the bowls that had broken a few gaps, and swallowed them into his stomach with big mouthfuls. A heat rose from his belly, which made him feel that he was still in the world, which made his confused eyes sharp. It made him always have the strength to remember hatred.

Since the court issued a order to submit Zhang Jiao across the country, Zhang Jiao lived in exile with Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang and about 3,000 elite strongmen. They dressed as refugees and hid in Tibet and suffered all the hardships.

Fortunately, there was a severe drought across the country this year, and there were a large number of refugees and hungry people everywhere. They wandered in various counties and there were also a large number of refugees in Jizhou. Zhang Jiao and others mixed among the refugees and avoided repeated investigations.

"February 10th! February 10th! February 10th! Three days left." Zhang Jiao silently calculated the days in his heart, but secretly asked the two brothers Zhang Bao and three thousand strong men to lobby for the refugees they were in.

Long before the rebellion of Tang and Zhou, he summoned the commander of Qu in the eight prefectures alone and made an appointment to start the matter on March 5, and to start the matter inside and outside, echoing each other, and overturning the rule of the Han emperor in one fell swoop. However, he also mentioned the worst situation: if the matter is really unclear and someone leaks it, he will make an appointment to start the matters across the country on February 10, and first conquered the counties and counties. After establishing a foothold in various places, all the Qu commanders will meet in Luoyang City and capture Emperor Ling of Han in one fell swoop.

Zhang Jiao woke up from his contemplation, and was awakened by hunger. The energy of a small bowl of millet porridge was not enough to allow him to run his brain at high speed.

He felt his head heavy and a little dizzy. He stretched out his hand and wanted to instruct his disciples to catch a chicken and slaughter it as usual.

Suddenly, his hand stopped in the air. Because he saw a broken bowl not far away in the heavy eyelids. The broken bowl had several notches, but the inside of the bowl was very clean, without any clean dust.

Zhang Jiao remembered that it was the bowl he had used to drink the porridge. He remembered the way he used it to swallow the millet porridge he had disdained before. He still remembered that although he was drinking it very urgently, there should be a small amount of millet soup left in the bowl because he didn't bother to lick it clean.

But now, it's clean, what does this mean? Zhang Jiao's heavy eyelids became cold: it means that someone dared to use the things he used. It means that someone actually licked the millet grains in his bowl with his dirty mouth.

Zhang Jiao was very annoyed. He was a great wise man! His disciples would worship what he had used before as holy objects from the Taiping Cult. Although he stopped this behavior for the sake of fame, there were still fanatical disciples doing this in private. He did not say it, but he was also relieved.

Zhang Jiao glanced around coldly, trying to find the bold rice-licking thief. However, within a while, his eyes softened.

A yellow-faced figure appeared in his sight, and these were all following him and never leaving his elite disciples. They all trusted him and supported him with the most loyal sword. Even if they stole some millet porridge, what would they count?

Zhang Jiao walked out of his place with heavy steps. Every step he took seemed so difficult that he had to help with a wooden crutch. When he passed by, his enthusiastic disciples kindly helped him, but he smiled and refused, praising them for being good kids, so that they could rest more and regain their energy.

Pushing open the dusty temple door, a gust of wind outside blew, making him covered in dust, but he was unmoved, but his eyes slowly narrowed and looked up at the fiery red sun in the sky.

The morning sun indicates hope, indicates the future, and represents infinite possibilities. However, now facing the scorching morning sun, Zhang Jiao, who has lived for most of his life, is a little nervous and uneasy.

Who would have thought that in the face of the upcoming uprising that swept across the Yashu led by him, he would be unsure of it.

He was originally full of confidence in his heart, but it was built on the background of Ma Yuanyi, Zhongchangshi Feng Xu, Xu Feng and others who successfully captured the city, even captured Emperor Ling of Han and controlled the capital.

He once imagined: If successful, the world would lose its communist ruler. How many people would fight for a dead royal family or a royal family that had lost its capital? Even if there were loyal and righteous people to attack, the Taiping disciples were blooming everywhere in the country. Do they dare to set up their homes and ignore them? Are they not afraid that the rear baggage will be robbed and the entire army will be defeated?

But the reason for imagination is that Li Zhenxiang is too far away. It really looks like the rebellion of the Tang and Zhou dynasties. Ma Yuanyi, the biggest trump card, was killed, Feng Xu and others should be implicated. The court designated Taiping as a rebel and arrested Taiping, which had become a situation where they were forced to rebel.

Can the hasty uprising be successful? Zhang Jiao asked himself, but there was no answer.

He walked slowly out with a crutch, dragging his hungry body, and saw the wailing hungry people. This was a large group of vagrants where he was hiding. Zhang Jiao tried his best to open his eyes and looked at it briefly. There were about 10,000 people including their Taiping Church, including many elderly, weak, women and children, but there were more strong men. But even the elderly, weak, women and children were smaller than half a strong man. Perhaps in the long-term begging migration, the elderly, weak, women and children with weak constitutions were eliminated by cruel survival, and only some strong women and men who dared to compete with men for food.

The heavy labor service has caused more people to be displaced, and more refugees have gathered. This corrupt Eastern Han Dynasty should have stood up and created a peaceful and healthy society! Zhang Jiao's heart is inspiring and complicated.

The hunger and cold vulnerable refugees gradually turned into a curse that God descended to help him, and gradually turned into a bitter medicine to help him end this chaotic world...

Three days later...

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the year is in Jiazi, the world is very good!" The loud slogan swam across the five lakes and across the four seas, like a hurricane from the three mountains and five mountains, overnight, storming the Eastern Han Dynasty on the eternal land.

The Yellow Turbans wrapped their heads and the yellow armor was added to the body, and they became the Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Jiao's counterattack against the bloody suppression of the Taiping Taoist people in the Eastern Han Dynasty began. For a moment, the ground was covered with yellow Turban armor, and he was watching. When could he return home?
Chapter completed!