"Tell me! Why are you fighting, why are you resisting? ”

Guan Hai rode his horse around in front of the formation.

"General! Because of oppression, because we don't have anything to eat, because we can't even get by, we can die at any time! ”

"For freedom! We don't want to be slaves! We want our children and grandchildren to be able to raise their heads and live! ”

Under Guan Hai's brainwashing of public opinion, the people and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army could no longer get off the thief ship.

"Excellent! You all know that we are fighting! For freedom, for the future so that our children and grandchildren can live a happy life! ”

"The gentry who invade my land! Kill! Officers and soldiers who oppress our people! Kill! For the harm of the people of the village! Kill, kill, kill! ”

Guan Hai raised his knife and roared, and the people affected by him and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army roared and killed in unison!

This killing intent affects everyone, what Guan Hai wants to do is to arouse the blood in the bones of the Yellow Turban Army and the people, and only if he wants to change can he save himself.

Only if you would rather gamble on your surname than be a slave can you change yourself!

"We Han Chinese! Not slaves! ”

"Remember the sacrifices in front of you, they are for our freedom! Sacrifice for the happiness of our future generations! They are heroes worth remembering for the rest of our lives! ”

"The Yellow Turban Army listens to orders! Salute! ”

"Maybe I'm saying goodbye and won't be coming back, do you understand? Do you understand?

Maybe I will fall and will never get up again, do you have to look forward to it forever?

If so, don't be sad, the banner of the Yellow Turban Army has our blood-stained demeanor.

If so, don't be sad, the banner of the Yellow Turban Army has our blood-stained demeanor.

Maybe your eyes won't be able to open again, I understand your silence!

Maybe you won't wake up from your long sleep, and I'll believe you've turned into a mountain!

If so, I will not be sad, the soil of the North Sea has the love we give.

If so, I will be sad, there is love in the soil of the North Sea.

If so, I don't mourn, the banner of the Yellow Turban Army has our blood-stained demeanor - blood-stained demeanor!

After the last military song was sung, Guan Hai was already in tears, who can understand the feeling of an orphan after coming to the Three Kingdoms alone and getting along with these lovely and simple Yellow Turban soldiers?

Many of these deceased soldiers are faces that Guan Hai knows, and they still shouted with the general behind Guan Hai not long ago, and even some veterans of the Yellow Turban Army did not distinguish between respect and inferiority, but regarded Guan Hai as a family member.

And he didn't bring them back alive, what are you doing? Why is it not yourself who dies!

Guan Hai cries very much like a child, he is the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, usually he needs to be strong, everyone can fall down, cry, and retreat! But he can't, because he needs to lead these people to the happy world that he is depicting.

"Brothers! Take two slow steps and wait for me below! Wait for Lao Tzu to go down and take you to fight the king of Hades together! Ask the gods and Buddhas who are full of gods, why they turn a blind eye to the sufferings of the common people in the world! ”

Guan Hai wiped the tears from his face and roared.

"Let's go! Send the brothers home! ”

Guan Hai silently walked to the coffin of Asus, and was about to carry the coffin with the Yellow Turban soldiers who carried the coffin.

"My lord! No! How can my lord carry the coffin of the dead? This matter is ominous, my lord! ”

Looking at Guan Hai's actions, Cai Ai and other civil officials were so anxious that Guan Hai, as the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, carried the coffin for others, and spread it out! Moreover, in ancient times, the degree of superstition was very high, and Guan Hai actually had to do such an inauspicious thing as carrying the coffin himself, how could this civil official not be in a hurry?

"Lord, forget it, let's let my subordinates come down!"

Yang Jiye and other generals also looked at Guan Hai with complicated eyes, fighting on the battlefield for the generals, the return of the horse leather shroud is already a glory, and the monarch carrying the coffin is something that no one dares to believe or imagine.

"Get out of the way! The brothers believe that I will be a thief with me, believe that I will fight on the battlefield with me, and now that they are dead on the battlefield, do I need to care about the etiquette of the rotten Confucianism even to send them on their last journey! What's ominous? They are my brothers! It will hurt something! ”

Guan Hai's bloodshot eyes swept everyone like a tiger, and those who were swept by it lowered their heads timidly.

"Lord, I'll help you carry it!"

"I'll do it too!"

Guan Hai took the lead, how could the rest of the people dare to watch from the sidelines? The rest of the generals, even Zhao Yun, a cold and handsome guy, found a coffin and prepared to carry the coffin together.

"Cai Ai! If you really don't dare to kill someone, you can't do it! Get the hell out of here! ”

Guan Hai glared angrily at Cai Ai, who was still blocking his way with civil officials.

Cai Ai woke up like a dream after being stared at by Guan Hai, and hurriedly walked to the side to help carry the coffin.

It may be really good to have such a lord.

Cai Ai thought in his heart, whether it is for military generals or literati, such treatment can be said to be the supreme treatment.

The king treats me as a countryman, and I will repay the countryman, which is already the highest glory for the courtiers, and what Guan Hai has done at this moment can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented.

"General Guan!"

The people looked at Guan Hai's move, tears streaming down their faces, and they were all excited.

"On an auspicious day, the world is opened, Mr. Bai He came here to be a grave sweeper: sweep away the Oriental A and B wood, A and B wood are swept out, and the dead soul is swept into the coffin; The second sweep of the fire in the south, the fire in the south sweeps out the soul, the death sweeps into the coffin, the third sweeps the west, the fourth sweeps the north, and the fifth sweeps the center, these parties are the same.

Six sweeps to help people and other living souls to sweep out, outlaws sweep in, seven passing by, souls sweep out, dead souls sweep in, eight sweeps pigs, sheep, cattle and horses, feet flying birds and beasts sweep out of the soul, outlaw sweep in, nine sweep souls sweep out, dead souls sweep in, live souls are wonderful to the sky, dead souls are wonderful into the coffin, from today after the land, children and grandchildren from generation to generation come out of the beloved"

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, two pieces of yellow paper to lead the way to the underworld!"

After a group of Taoist priests chanted about the selected feng shui treasure land for a while, they could finally finish the coffin, saying that it was a feng shui treasure land, but in fact it was just a valley outside Beihai City.

"Brothers! Let's go! Send the Heroic Soul! ”

Guan Hai officially kowtowed three times, and then after waiting for the Taoist priest to finish a series of French rituals, the exhausted Guan Hai could finally return to Beihai.

It is not the dead who suffer, but the living, and being alive means having to bear.

"Yellow Turban Army, interesting, maybe this is more suitable for me hahaha!"

A middle-aged man with a long look, who was not a good person, with a few entourages, hid in a restaurant at the city gate, looked at Guan Haiyin and smiled.

"Brother Shan Fu, do you really want to join the Yellow Turban Army? Didn't we say that we came to get rid of this anti-thief leader? ”

"Xiaohu, do you think these people seem to be forced? Have they been miserable? The smiles on their faces are the happiest smiles I've ever seen since I walked in Dahan, even though they are experiencing unprecedented pain at the moment.

”

"Do you think a person who makes the people follow without hesitation is really a thief?"

The man in front of him with more than thirty rangers named Shan Fu said to a strong man with a wooden head and a wooden brain.

"What we have heard along the way, if it is true, do you think that the man in front of us, in addition to him saying that it is beneficial to the people, or help him to benefit the people?"

Shan Fu said silently.

"Brother Shan Fu, we don't have a good brain! It's up to you! We listen to you! ”

After discussing it for a while, everyone still planned to listen to their boss.

"Good! Tomorrow we will go to the Protector Government to meet Guan Hai and see if this person is really like the rumors! ”

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