After a tough battle that barely paid much price, the head of Linzhang City was full of flags belonging to the Yellow Turban Army, walking on this wide city, looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers in the city who killed the rich family, Han Yuan couldn't help but sigh. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Guan Zhi, why are you sighing?"

Deng Mao, who has won consecutive battles, has endless pride and ambition in his heart at this moment, and even Yulin Riding can't help more than 3,000 Yellow Turban troops, let alone this huge 40,000 horses! So, when he saw Han Yuan sighing, he asked hesitantly.

"The purpose of our Yellow Turban is to create a world where everyone is equal and realize the trend of universal harmony, but as far as I can see, why are these rich people not human?"

Han Yuan, who had a trace of sorrow in his heart, was really disgusted by the Yellow Turban Army's move of slaughtering rich families when they entered the city, you must know that it is impossible for the wealthy families to stand in these small county towns, and if they have it, they have gotten the news early, and they have rolled up the Wanguan family property and ran, and now they are only those who are relatively poor and can be regarded as rich people.

If this is the case, 99% of the owners of the world's wealth are pushed to the opposite side, in this case, how can they stand on the world!

"Hmph, these rich fish and meat people are really hateful and should be killed! How can we make our believers live a good life without killing them. ”

Speaking of these, Deng Mao, who gritted his teeth, scolded hatefully.

You must know that this way of heaven gives everyone a certain amount of luck, and the rich families exploit them by making the poor their slaves, and finally let the peasants become poor peasants, and then directly change from poor peasants to slaves of the family. After that, they were enslaved by the family like ploughing cattle, and they gained luck through labor for the family, it can be said that the strength of the family is built by stepping on the blood and flesh of countless low-level civilians, which makes every high-ranking Yellow Turban Army with mud legs can't help but be extremely resentful, after all, they were once one of them.

"Ugh."

Han Yuan, who sighed and shook his head, did not argue any further, even if these high-ranking members of the Yellow Turban Army were not blackened by wealth, they would be blinded by the resentment of the childlike innocence, which made them not believe that other characters except the poor, in their eyes, rich people are all rich and unkind; The people of the imperial court are even more incompetent, but they are so equipped that they can defeat the powerful Han army and seize their state capital!

Here's the proof!

They will not understand, let alone accept the truth of uniting a large number of people and striking at a small handful, and the one-sided view of the Yellow Turban Army is destined to be just a deformed monster created by many forces.

Their fate and their slogans can't help but push most of the people in the world and absolute wealth to the opposite side, and how can the Yellow Turban Army, which has no people and no money, achieve great things? Their seven inches have long been pinched to death by the imperial power and the family.

"Order the whole army to plunder the wealthy families with more than 100 gold, and we will let them pay for their blood debts!"

Listening to Deng Mao's loud shout in the rear to determine the good and evil of the clan simply based on the amount of family resources, Han Yuan actually felt a cold wind blowing across his face for a while, and the lonely figure slowly walked through the streets and alleys, looking unusually bleak.

……

"What are you doing, Daddy, Daddy save me."

Just as Han Yuan wandered aimlessly in Linzhang City, a crisp and poignant shout brought him back to his senses.

Rob the people's daughter!

Han Yuan, who had such a word in his mind for a while, listened carefully for a while, and then strode towards a medium-sized courtyard nearby, in which, several yellow turban soldiers with lewd smiles were dragging a girl like flowers and jade to the room, and in the center of the courtyard, a middle-aged man who was beaten with blood on his face stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if moaning something.

"Stop!"

A loud shout filled with incomparable anger made the whole scene quiet, and several Yellow Turban soldiers looked at Han Yuan's dress, but they couldn't figure out his details.

"What are you doing? Which troops? Don't let go yet! ”

While scolding a few stunned Yellow Turban soldiers, he strode towards the girl who was being dragged away, and after kicking away the Yellow Turban soldier who still didn't let go, he burst out full of anger, and couldn't help but point to the obvious leader and ask.

"This lord, we are the soldiers of the third tun under the command of Sun Le."

Looking at Han Yuan, who was in the stomach, after several Yellow Turban soldiers stood together, the soldier who was pointed at by Han Yuan hesitated for a moment, and then said it, but the look of fear just now gradually dispersed after speaking.

After all, the Yellow Turban Army has a rule that those who slaughter their own brothers will be expelled from the Yellow Turban Army and accept Huang Tian's punishment, coupled with Sun Le's extremely protective character, as long as he is not a character at the level of Qu Shuai, basically his people will not be planted in the hands of others.

This is also the reason why his expression slowly became relaxed, but because of Han Yuan's dress, they didn't want to offend a high-ranking Yellow Turban Army for no reason.

"Bastard, that's what your Lords made you do, huh?"

walked to the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and after testing his nose with his hand and no longer breathing, he was suddenly angry again, he was dissatisfied with robbing the property of the rich, and now he is bullying these family members, it is really an unforgivable crime, and it should be a capital crime, which has touched the bottom line of his Han Yuan's life, which makes him have to forcibly manage it.

"This lord, this old man is the head of this family, and the girl is his daughter, and the price he once paid for the oppression of our poor people, and now it is time to pay it back! What's more, we have released the people of this family and let them join our great Yellow Turban Army. ”

This soldier was honest and honestly told the reason, but what he said made Han Yuan even more angry, such behavior was taken for granted in their eyes?

"Yo, isn't this Commander Han, why are you sulking here, okay, my brother scavenged a few bottles of good wine from the rich family's house, and asked my brother to taste it. As for these goods, it's really embarrassing for Lao Tzu, go and wash our newly captured horses carefully! ”

Just when Han Yuan was thinking about what to do with them, Sun Le, who had received the report and hurried over, came in a few flattering words as soon as he entered the door. And just when Han Yuan's demeanor slowed down slightly, Sun Le's words made him angry again, this is the disposal?

"Commander Sun, these soldiers intended to be insulting, and committed the crime of killing, they should be punished heavily, and it is better to punish them with the canonical punishment."

Han Yuan, who was frowning, intended to talk to Sun Le calmly, and carefully talked about the sins of these soldiers.

"Okay, these are all old brothers who have worked hard with my yellow scarf, just spare them for this little mistake, don't hurry up and apologize to Commander Han!"

Sun Le, who patted Han Yuan on the shoulder, smiled and scolded a few Yellow Turban soldiers indifferently, his attitude made Han Yuan's already cold heart even more icy, he clearly knew that this battle without gunpowder was either a failure to break through the bottom line of good and evil, or a victory with Sun Le's arrogance and ignorance, and being swept out of the top level, so where did the confrontation at this level make the ass of the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army sit?