Zhang Jiao's camp was twenty miles east of the boundary bridge, with his back to the Panhe boundary bridge, while Sun Jian and Cao Cao set up camps in the northeast and southeast of Zhangjiao's camp to guard the horns, staring at Zhang Jiao's movements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this point, Zhang Jiao already felt that he was a little bad. Because behind him is the boundary bridge and the Pan River, it has become not so easy to retreat, and to fight a battle against the water, Zhang Jiao feels that he does not have that ability.

"What should I do?" Zhang Jiao scratched his head a little.

As the leader of the Taiping Dao, he is better at developing believers, demagoguery, or strategically starting to carry out strategic layout, but in terms of specific operations, Zhang Jiao is still not good. Although there are still 150,000 people in the Yellow Turban Army under his command, among them there are 100,000 veterans who are really the force in his middle, and these people are all brave warriors who are not afraid of death. When it comes to fighting without fear of death, his Yellow Turban Army is not bad compared to the official army. But whether he can completely defeat the official army with such strength, Zhang Jiao still has no bottom in his heart.

"There are still too few talents in the Yellow Turban Army." Zhang Jiao sighed because of this.

However, things have come to this point, and there is nothing he can do but stick to it.

At the moment when Zhang Jiao confronted Sun Jian and Cao Cao, the main forces of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun had arrived in Quzhou, south of Guangzong, and was only eighty miles away from Guangzong.

This is pretty bad news for Zhang Jiao. At this moment, he had really felt the edge from behind him.

"We must quickly resolve these two headaches in front of me." Zhang Jiao looked at the two camps less than ten miles away from him, and secretly made a decision in his heart.

As the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, the strength of the Taiping Daoist Sect Jiao was far higher than that of his younger brother Zhang Bao, and the veteran soldiers under his command who commanded the Jizhou Front Army were also the most among all the Yellow Turban Army. These veterans are all monks who have followed Zhang Jiao for more than ten years, and they are not only able to fight, but also have a deep understanding of Taoism.

Speaking of the altar, the soldiers under Zhang Bao's command may need Zhang Bao to stare at the side and give instructions, but at the moment, it is just a matter of words for Zhang Jiao. He just gave such a fluttering order, and naturally someone helped Zhang Jiao do all this properly. There's no need to worry about it at all.

As the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, since he has made up his mind, he intends to do this well. At that moment, he returned to his tent with heavy steps, and ordered him to stay away from him, but he planned to close his eyes and recuperate, and make the final preparations for his next spell casting.

After more than 20 years of learning the Tao, the more he knows, the deeper his awe of this world.

It's just that the people of this land, the expectations in the eyes of the believers who follow him, make it impossible for him to give up on them. Soft-hearted, he had to bear their expectations, and in order to fight against the injustice of the world, he was determined to overthrow this rotten court.

He thought that this would be successful, after all, there was nothing wrong with his strategy in his calculations, but calculation is one thing, and actual execution is another. After experiencing so many things and watching the battle situation evolve to this point, he couldn't help but sigh a little at the impermanence of the world.

“…… Originally, I wanted to save the people. But I don't want to become the introduction of cholera in the world...... If today's forces are all in chaos, the future development will definitely be even worse. The crape myrtle is faint and the stars are shining...... I'm afraid it's going to be a troubled world in the future. I actually started a troubled era with my own hands, what will the people of the future generations say about me? Perhaps, they will call me a thief. Zhang Jiao muttered to himself.

Sitting cross-legged in the big tent, he thought about what he had done, but shook his head helplessly. This is all posthumous reputation, and Zhang Jiao is sure that he will not hear it.

As for the current situation, as a cultivator, he also has his own understanding: that is, as the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, his luck and life have been tied to the Yellow Turban Army. As long as he is alive and exists, no matter how low the power of the Yellow Turban Army is, it cannot be easily eradicated.

And once he dies, the power of the Yellow Turban Army will completely collapse. There may still be millions of the remaining children of the Yellow Turban Army, although they still have the ability to entrench in one state and county, but they will eventually be used and devoured by others.

Zhang Jiao could see this clearly, so he would never allow such a thing to happen. He told himself that he had to persevere, and he would persevere against all odds. If in the past he was responsible for the people of the whole world, now he wants to be responsible for the people who follow him.

"Guangzong...... Boundary Bridge ...... Iwasui! Time is running out for me, and I must deal with the enemy standing in front of me as soon as possible. Zhang Jiao thought and took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it has been. Zhang Jiao opened his eyes. He had already adjusted his breath and mana and calmed his mind. At this time, there was a faint shining starlight in his eyes, and his whole body was full of compelling momentum.

"Is the altar ready?" Zhang Jiao asked coldly.

The momentum is too strong, which is not a good thing, which shows that his heart has not really reached the point of returning to the basics. But there is no way to do it, anyway, I have been trapped in this realm for several years, and even if I don't break through, I won't be surprised.

"The altar is ready!" A rough voice sounded respectfully at Zhang Jiao's side. Zhang Jiao looked at each other when he heard the words, but saw that the person who came was about thirty years old, dressed in bronze armor, more than eight feet tall, with a broad jaw and eyes, a beard, and very majestic, but it was his personal guard Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng is a disciple of Zhang Jiao, who has been following Zhang Jiao for 20 years, and can be said to have been cultivated by Zhang Jiao, and is one of Zhang Jiao's closest disciples. Zhang Jiao trusted him very much and entrusted him with everything in the Yellow Turban Army, which made him have a good reputation in the Yellow Turban Army. He was a horseman, good at riding white horses, and good at wielding spears. The officers and soldiers were a little afraid of his martial courage and called him "Zhang Baiqi".

He himself didn't care about this name, and all he was worried about was Zhang Jiao's affairs. No matter how much fame and feats he has made outside, he is as humble as before Zhang Jiao. Zhang Jiao was naturally more and more satisfied with him.

At that moment, Zhang Jiao nodded slightly, acknowledging his ability to do things, and then asked him, "What about the sacrifice?" ”

"There are 666 prisoners of the officers and soldiers...... Zhang Sheng replied calmly.

Sacrificing people is the practice of this generation, and no one thinks it is anything evil. What's more, Zhang Jiao did not use the people and sergeants under his command, he only used the prisoners of the official army.

Captives don't have human rights, and as long as you don't make a big deal out of it and go too far, basically no one will care too much about you. Large-scale killings of prisoners will naturally be condemned, but small-scale killings and abuse of prisoners are generally "the people do not raise their heads, and the officials do not hold them accountable." Yes, in response to Zhang Sheng's answer, Zhang Jiao just nodded again, expressing his approval.

"In that case...... Then let's get ready to do it! Let the soldiers prepare more warm clothes and rune paper! Zhang Jiao commanded lightly.

"Master, are you trying to ......" Zhang Sheng had already vaguely guessed something.

"We have to deal with the two people on the other side as soon as possible. Huangfu Song's army has arrived in Quzhou, and we must return to Guangzong quickly. If the confrontation continues, it will not be good for Huangfu Song to cut off our back road. Zhang Jiao said in a deep voice.

"This is also ah......" Zhang Sheng understood Zhang Jiao's distress, but he was worried about Zhang Jiao's body. After all, using the Dao method to deal with ordinary soldiers is very easy to cause the Heavenly Dao to backlash.

Although Zhang Sheng didn't know what the Heavenly Dao Rebellion looked like, he had been by Zhang Jiao's side for so long and had listened to his nagging about this matter, so he also understood that this Rebellion was not a good thing. Therefore, he was unwilling to let his master take on this matter.

"Why don't you let me do it!" Zhang Sheng suggested to Zhang Jiao.

"You?" Zhang Jiao squinted his eyes and meowed Zhang Sheng, and shook his head calmly: "You are cultivating the body...... If it's not the Fa, it can't be done in this matter. Moreover, you are too young. It should not bear this, and there is no qualification to bear this. I'll do it this time. Zhang Jiao said and walked towards the altar, not talking to Zhang Sheng anymore.

"Master, this ......" Looking at Zhang Jiao's back as he turned around, the regret in Zhang Sheng's heart naturally didn't need to be said. For the first time, he hated his original choice: "If only I had chosen to study the Heavenly Scroll in the first place......"

This is regret, but such regret is useless. Zhang Sheng, who was helpless about this, could only quietly look at Zhang Jiao who stepped onto the high platform. looked at him, put on his magic robe, and picked up the magic sword.