The weather is gradually warmer, and the sunset in the land of Shenzhou is also a little later, which makes people's lives a little longer during the day, especially now the Yellow Turban Army in Linzhang, under the leadership of Qu Shuai Deng Mao, they have won consecutive battles, and now they have overcome the last barrier in the north of Yecheng - Linzhang, they all shouted loudly, reminiscing about the happiness of plundering a day's wealth recently. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the county capital of Linzhang, the Yellow Turban Army commander-level figures were drinking and having fun, and the intoxicated expressions between the staggered and staggered made the whole banquet full of extravagance.

In the past, these commanders from poor families had never seen so much gold and silver treasures, they were glad that they were the vanguard of the entire Yellow Turban Army, because the great sages and good teachers promised that all the spoils would be given to the brothers, and they would not receive a penny, which made them all pile up gold and silver jewels in their own big tents, and even some of the commanders' big tents, some delicate little ladies were waiting for their return, which was a piece of the soldiers' hearts. How could they normally enjoy such delicate noble ladies and ladies?

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, not to mention the eating and drinking of wine and food, everyone indulged, and the desire in their hearts that had been suppressed for decades was released, maybe in the future, they can be the groom night and night, this kind of life, how yearning; How can this artistic conception be described.

At this moment, even Deng Mao was a little intoxicated, after all, they were the winners, although he Deng Mao was not greedy for beauty and wealth, but the temptation of the statement was to immerse him in a beautiful imagination.

The only one in the audience who was still sane was Han Yuan, who was forced to pour a few glasses of wine, he held the wine glass in his hand and stared coldly at the commanders in the room, and a trace of disappointment came to his heart.

The Yellow Turban Army, or inevitably escape the final destination of the peasant rebel army, when the people in power began to enjoy, it was the time of the decline of the rebel army, and now the Yellow Turban Army seems to be huge, and the beacon fire is all over the eight states, but for the four hundred years of the Han is just an itch of moss, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention that the enemy of the Yellow Turban Army is the entire land of Kyushu.

"Come, Guan Zhi, I will give you a glass for my brother, don't worry, everyone will raise a glass and rejoice today."

Just when Han Yuan was immersed in sorrow, the commander Sun Le came to Han Yuan's side with a wine glass, and raised a glass to toast him.

"Hehe, Brother Le, the younger brother is not good at drinking, not to mention that we still need someone to do our precautionary work."

Han Yuan, who felt slightly dizzy, still pushed his wine for this Sun Le, who didn't deal with his subordinates today.

"What do you mean, you give me face? Are you still resentful that I didn't dispose of those subordinates today, what's wrong with them, they have been oppressed for half their lives, shouldn't they take revenge now? Oh, I forgot, you Han Guanzhi came from a family of eunuchs, and you look down on us clay legs, don't you! Ah, isn't it! ”

The drunken Sun Le was originally suppressing the fire, thinking about resolving the contradiction with Han Yuan, the promising leader, but Han Yuan's "ignorance of lifting" suddenly made him angry, and he shouted loudly and vaguely to Han Yuan, as if to ask his heart clearly, whether it was in the body of the suffering masses and the body of the Yellow Turban Army.

For a while, Sun Le's shouting actually caused the audience to be silent, and everyone seemed to be waiting for Han Yuan's answer.

Although Sun Le's words are a little unreasonable, but Sun Le's interests and them are co-prosperity and loss, after all, today's robbery of big households, not only Sun Le did it, they did it, and even some of their subordinates did it more than Sun Le, stained with a lot of blood, they wanted Han Yuan's answer, if they didn't agree with their approach, then even if they were blamed by the great sage and good teacher, they would drive this so-called think tank out of their troops.

As for the stratagem? Hehe, does the mighty Yellow Turban Army need a stratagem? How strong is Linzhang City? The Yellow Turbans fought a battle, and their combat ability did not need the assistance of anything.

"Don't dare, Brother Sun, you still drank too much, so the younger brother drank this glass of wine."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Han Yuan, who was angry in his heart, still knew that he couldn't help but answer this question "well", so he filled the wine bottle and drank it all.

"Good, good, good brother."

Sun Le, who smiled, after drinking the wine in the cup, staggered to find the next person to continue drinking.

"Qu Shuai, the last general will go to the city to inspect our defenses tonight."

Han Yuan, who was really depressed, couldn't continue to look at the ugly faces of these people, so he had to choose to say goodbye to Deng Mao.

"Go, today's things, the past will be over, tomorrow everyone will be good brothers!"

After Deng Mao patted Han Yuan's shoulder, he sighed softly and said.

Although he understood the consequences of such plunder, he could not control the greed of his men.

In the Yellow Turban Army, what almost everyone is doing, that is the right thing.

Besides, he was also proud of the easy capture of Linzhang, and he also slightly underestimated Han Yuan's presence.

After all, the planning of the situation can't resist the trend of the general trend, and today's Yellow Turban Army, now he Deng Mao, is the general trend!

"Ugh."

Han Yuan, who sighed deeply, walked out of the door, there was a kind of sadness that the whole world was drunk and sober, and now the momentum of the Yellow Turban Army has reached its peak, even if it wins the world, what can it do? How different will these greedy leaders become a new generation of families, who will continue to lie under the blood and bones of civilians and suck the blood of the common people?

Is this the world harmony they want, Han Yuan found that his sense of belonging to the Yellow Turban Army was weakened, and the reason why he still stayed now was nothing more than Zhang Jiao's kindness to him, but it was difficult for Han Yuan to sacrifice his life for the Yellow Turban Army, just do his best.

A cool breeze blew, and a spirited Han Yuan couldn't help but look at the night sky today, the stars were covered by black clouds, and the sky was pitch black.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills.

A classic sentence from his previous life couldn't help but pop up in his heart, and Han Yuan, who patted his head lightly, couldn't help but smile at his sensitivity.

Wait, is Linzhang City in today's daytime too easy to capture, as if the Han army gave up automatically?

Thinking of Han Yuan here, he walked to the city as soon as possible, and he wanted to tell the military marquis on duty at the head of the city tonight to be careful.