Zhang Jiao slept soundly.

What he saw, though tortured himself all the time.

But when he sent his daughter out, he felt that he had no concern, because he suddenly understood.

I'm making one last charge.

Even if his own ending, in his own heart, is a failure after all.

But.

He would rather die on the way to the ideal.

After tidying up his bed, Zhang Jiao didn't even arrange a maid, only an old friend who came in every day to clean the yard.

He doesn't have many friends, and the guy who cleans the yard counts as one.

"Report!"

Zhang Jiao had just come out of his courtyard and wanted to go to the city wall of Guangzong City to see the situation again, so a light horse rushed from outside the city and arrived in front of Zhang Jiao.

"Report! The imperial army has already marched towards our Guangzong City, and the news of the commanders of all parties has also arrived. ”

The leader of the light cavalry swallowed his saliva, did not dare to slack off, and told the news of the arrival.

"The Yingchuan side has been exterminated, Chen Guofang and Runan have been scattered one after another, and most of the Dongjun side and other parties have been defeated and fled in all directions."

"Also, Nanyang asked Shizun for help, and now they are trapped in Wancheng, which is a desperate situation!"

Reported the news he should convey to Zhang Jiao, and the light horse immediately rushed in the other direction to help strengthen the city defense.

Zhang Jiao stood quietly on the main street of Guangzong City, quietly looking at the somewhat drowsy sky.

It's August.

Huangfu Song had already taken over the Jizhou battlefield, but he had just taken over and emptied some of the garrisons placed by the surrounding Yellow Turban Army.

Although the first few battles, the imperial army and the Yellow Turban Army went back and forth, but the Yellow Turban Army was trapped in Guangzong City like this, and it was not a long-term solution after all.

But he didn't know where the way out was.

Now Huangfu Song is even more aggressive, if there is no good countermeasure, I am afraid it will be difficult to support.

"Let's go, go to the barracks, and take me to the third brother."

Zhang Jiao's third brother is Zhang Liang, the general of Rengong, Zhang Bao is still older, and he is relatively stable, although Zhang Liang is indeed brave in battle, but his personality is a little too blind and arrogant, and sometimes it is easy to be negligent and not rigorous enough.

Zhang Jiao understood his younger brother's personality and took him with him, for fear that something would go wrong with him.

If you have yourself, you can make up for him.

Zhang Jiao has lived for others all his life, and has never really lived for himself.

Walking the world and saving the people is for the people.

Transmitting energy and inheriting troops is for the sake of her daughter.

Protect on the side, check and fill in the gaps, for the sake of brothers.

And this time, he wants to live for himself, even if the last thing is filled with the brave life of the Yellow Turban, he wants to be a villain and fight for a future full of fog.

Huangfu Song can fight well, brave and strategic, Zhang Jiao felt that according to Zhang Liang's character, there should be no way to finally defeat Huangfu Song, so he decided to take advantage of the situation.

"Master, it's here."

The disciple who drove the car respectfully reported to Zhang Jiao, who was sitting in the carriage, and waited to help Zhang Jiao at the place where the carriage came down.

Zhang Jiao's body is no longer optimistic, and the forcible manufacture of the Yellow Turban Lux has directly impacted his body, leaving only the vitality that can last for more than ten years, and he looks very old at this time.

"Big brother, you're here."

Zhang Liang, who was in the tent, heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the big tent and the sound of the wheels of the carriage crushing over the earth and stones, and knew that his eldest brother was coming.

He had already left the big tent, and was also waiting by the carriage, supporting Zhang Jiao, who had gotten out of the carriage.

"Well, let's get in."

Zhang Jiao pointed to the big tent and motioned for Zhang Liang to go in with him, and the generals who were still discussing military intelligence and matters in charge of the big tent saw Zhang Jiao, stood up in unison, and bowed to Zhang Jiao.

They may have their own temperaments, or they are unruly, or they are cold and black-faced, but they have only one idea about Zhang Jiao.

Supreme.

Even Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao's orders may not be 100% obeyed, but Zhang Jiao's orders, they absolutely obey.

"Let's all sit down......"

Zhang Jiao waved his hand kindly, motioning for the generals to sit down, he had something to announce.

"Yes."

Zhang Jiao sat in the main seat, Zhang Liang sat beside him, and the generals honestly sat in their positions, waiting for Zhang Jiao's speech.

"From today onwards, you must obey the orders of the general of the people, the sword of the heavenly father, and I will pass it on to him today."

Zhang Jiao untied a simple long sword from his waist, this long sword is not a small symbol of the Yellow Turban Army, and has the same symbolic meaning as Zhang Jiao's half of the "Book of Dunjia Heaven".

There was nothing that the generals did not disagree with Zhang Jiao's order.

"I'll sacrifice myself to heaven later."

Zhang Jiao smiled suddenly, as if this matter was just ordinary household words, natural and fearless.

"After the sacrifice to the sky, we will get the help of eight hundred star wrestlers, led by the general of the people, and after I sacrifice to the sky, our Yellow Turban Army will all gain strength and gain."

"But remember, this gain is only temporary, it lasts only three months, and it will continue to diminish during these three months, and you must make decisions during this time."

"Whether to finish the battle in one battle, or to break through to the border to seek a glimmer of life, it is up to you to discuss."

After Zhang Jiao finished explaining what he wanted to explain, he got up and walked towards the outside of the big tent.

"Master, no!"

Without hesitation, all the generals present knelt on the ground and wept silently.

They are not willing to pay for them, they are more willing to die for them.

Because these people were adopted by Zhang Jiao one by one, and it was Zhang Jiao who taught them skills and gave them the opportunity to become generals.

Zhang Jiao is their heaven and their spiritual pillar.

They didn't dare to imagine how they would go on after losing Zhang Jiao, their life coach.

"I brought most of you up, right?"

Zhang Jiao turned around and smiled kindly, at this moment he was like an old man watching the sunrise and sunset in the village, gentle and kind.

"Now that you're all grown up, it's time for you to learn to fly on your own."

With that, Zhang Jiao walked out of the big tent, and the kneeling generals quickly followed Zhang Jiao's pace, they had no way to stop Zhang Jiao's decision, but they could send him on his last ride.

The camp of the Yellow Turban Army was filled with a sense of depression.

Fortunately, at this time, ordinary soldiers were stationed everywhere to strengthen their precautions, and most of the soldiers in the large battalion were generals and commanders.

These generals and commanders are now crying into tears, kneeling down and bowing to the center of the school, they are sending their masters.

Zhang Jiao stood in the middle of the school field, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

Think about it, in the past few decades, he has been accustomed to seeing human suffering, but he has never really laughed like this, and his heart is very relaxed.

This is his last fight.

It's also a struggle to burn lives.