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Yellow Turbans.

A look of remembrance appeared in Zhang Yan's eyes.

It's a name he'll never forget, and it's been a long time since anyone mentioned it.

Zhang Yan's original name was Chu Yan, and Zhao Yun was a fellow villager. In 184 AD, that is, eight years ago, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out completely, and Chu Yan at that time took his brothers from childhood to adulthood to crisscross the mountains and rivers, doing the work of "robbing the rich and helping the poor, and doing the right thing for heaven", similar to the later Liangshan heroes.

After a circle, when he returned to Zhending, Zhang Yan's troops had reached more than 10,000 people, so he waved his army to occupy Zhending, pulled out the banner to respond to the Yellow Turban, and officially opposed the Han Dynasty.

The following year, Zhang Niujiao, a Boling man not far from Changshan, also gathered a group of people, proclaimed himself a general, and joined forces with Chu Yan. Zhang Niujiao was upright and bold, won the hearts of the army, and was regarded as the leader by everyone, and Chu Yan was willing to recognize him as his father-in-law.

Before he died, he did not do anything "whoever catches the person who shoots me will be the eldest brother", but directly ordered his subordinates to respect Chu Yan as the leader, which shows the close relationship between the two, Zhang Yan may have scheming, but it is better than Song Jiang's black guy ten thousand times.

After Zhang Niujiao's death, everyone embraced Chu Yan as the leader, so Chu Yan changed his surname to Zhang and called Zhang Yan, which won the favor of countless Zhang Niujiao. Because he was as light as a swallow and brave and good at fighting, he was called "Feiyan" in the army.

Later, Zhang Yan's troops continued to grow, and Changshan, Zhaojun, Zhongshan, Shangdang, Hanoi and other places of the rebels contacted each other, the small leaders of the rebels Sun Qing, Wang Dang and others, all with their subordinates attached to Zhang Yan's command, Zhang Yan's troops grew to nearly one million people, known as the "Montenegrin Army".

Since then, the counties north of the Yellow River have almost become the backyard of Zhang Yan's family, but the imperial court is unable to send troops to encircle and suppress it. So Zhang Yan took the opportunity to send an envoy to the capital Luoyang and wrote to the imperial court to ask for "Zhao'an".

In this way, Zhang Yan, the leader of the Yellow Turban and the marshal of Montenegro, turned into a general of the Han Dynasty, who was in charge of administrative and public security affairs in the mountainous areas north of the Yellow River, and even had the qualifications to recommend filial piety to the imperial court.

Vision, ability, choice...... Perhaps there is fate, all of which made Zhang Yan the only remaining leader in the Yellow Turban Wave that shook the world at the beginning, and also made the Black Mountain Army the last force with the mark of "Yellow Turban" in the world.

Zhang Yan leaned over and looked at the people, only to see that the yellow cloth wrapped around each person's arm was already tattered, as if it would turn into fly ash if it was touched lightly.

"Not dead?"

"Back to Dashuai, just in a coma."

"How do you wake them up?"

Intuition told Zhang Yan that the other party caused a few people to faint instead of killing them directly, there must be something strange in this.

"Splashing water should do."

"In the middle of the night, how can I die of a cold?" Zhang Yan waved his hand, "Let's camp on the spot, put these people in a tent, and send someone to watch it." ”

"Yes, Dashuai!"

……

In the main tent, the lights are bright and the fragrance is overflowing.

Grilled fish, chicken, duck, goose...... There are also all kinds of unheard of seasonings, all of which were previously purchased from the shops in Infinite City. These ingredients can be eaten as long as they are roasted on a wood fire, and with those magical condiments, people will have a big appetite when they hear it from afar. When Zhang Yan went back this time, he was ready to send people to cooperate with the merchants in the city for a long time to improve the food for his Black Mountain people.

Since he came back from Wuji City, he naturally had to extort Zhang Yu for some drinks. Zhang Yan was not stingy, and put a small altar of gods and Buddhas in front of the four generals in the tent, and then accompanied by the delicious meat smell of roasting, such a picnic is no worse than some big banquets.

"I want to be back then!" Zhang Yan's face was slightly red, and his pride trembled like his good-looking beard, "The people call us Divine Soldiers!" In the land of this great man, there is a rumor everywhere that 'the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand'! ”

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, the eight-year-old Zuo Mosaic under the seat was also full of emotion: "'The year is in Jiazi, the world is auspicious'!" Now the world is afraid that they have forgotten about it. ”

Colonel Zuo continued: "That year, the great virtuous and good teacher called himself 'General Tiangong', the second general was called 'General Digong', and the third general was called 'General Rengong', which was somewhat ...... the same as Zhang Yu's martial arts association."

Zhang Yan took another sip of it, "How majestic my yellow scarf was back then, thirty-six square canals were handsome, hundreds of thousands of brothers!" My father-in-law, I am Zhang Yan, your Zuoxiao, Yu Poison, Zhangba, as well as Huang Long, Zhang Baiqi, Guan Hai, Liu Shi, Pinghan, Dahong, Yuancheng...... There are also Luo Shi, Fuyun, Baique, Yang Feng, Wulu, Li Damu, Bai Huan, Zhenggu, Kushi, Zhang Mancheng, Bo Cai, ......"

One by one, the names that were once extremely familiar came out of his mouth, and the more things Zhang Yan recalled, the whole person was full of wine, and gradually fell into a drowsy.

"Marshal—" The herald suddenly appeared.

"Shut up!" Zuo Zhangba roared in a low voice, "Dashuai is drunk, don't quarrel with him, arrange for two people to wait for Dashuai to rest." ”

"Yes!"

"Ho...... Affair? ”

Zhang Yan raised her head, and her red eyes flashed with a fierce light.

The herald looked at Zuo Zhangba, and finally walked quickly to Zhang Yan's case.

"Greeting, those people have recovered slightly."

"What else?"

"One of them, who kept muttering a person's name, thought that he should report it first......"

"Who?"

"Young master."

"Who is Lord Shao......" Zhang Yan shook his head extremely groggy, and suddenly felt like an electric shock-

"Young master?!"

The young master of the Yellow Turban, the Holy Maiden of the Yellow Turban.

Zhang Yan's cold sweat instantly stretched out from her back, and she suddenly lost all her sense of alcohol.

"Take me! Zhangba, Colonel Zuo, ready to pull out the camp! ”

……

"I heard that the people sent by Yihong Yuan to pick flowers encountered hard stubble before?"

The iron phoenix leaned on the soft recliner and shook the painted phoenix bronze fan in his hand gently.

"That's right, hehehe, I heard that five or six good players went at a time, but none of them came back." The man who looked like a guard on the side smiled.

"But...... Didn't the Oiran be found by the fish? Since the appearance of the woman in Yihong Courtyard, it has attracted many sons and nobles, and the business of our Zuichun Fang is not as good as before. Iron Phoenix frowned and sighed.

The man scratched his head, "You said that, won't those old men find out about it in a few days?" Although it is not to use force to pull people, it is not a glorious thing to use money to smash beautiful women into this industry, and it is enough to drink a pot in Yihong Courtyard in seven days. ”

"Life is getting worse and worse, we are drunk in the spring to force Yihong Courtyard to the point where we are about to use force to pull people, and in the future, I don't know how many drunk summer squares, drunk autumn squares, and drunk winter squares will come out, and they will also force us to a dead end...... When it comes to making money, everyone wants to get involved. ”

"Hey, with Sister Phoenix here, isn't it a matter of our drunken spring fang dominating the Fengyue Field of Wuji City?"

"Less," Iron Phoenix laughed at the man, looking forward to the charm, "Take a good look at that little young master, let's also push an Oiran out of the Drunken Spring Workshop, and see what else it can parry with Yihong Courtyard." ”