"Zhang Cheng, what are you doing? Didn't you hear Lao Tzu tell you to hurry up and bring someone to prepare rolling stones and sandalwood? Don't you want to live anymore? "A general, yelling at a teenager.

This young man is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a hint of childishness between his eyebrows, and his eyes are very bright like the stars in the night sky.

"No" Zhang Cheng agreed, and then began to command his subordinates, and began to refine the fire oil non-stop, carry rolling stones and sasswood, and pile them up in the urn city.

Zhang Cheng himself also picked up a rolling stone and transported it towards the city, and took advantage of the opportunity to take a peek at the city, and immediately gasped.

Under this city, the deep ditch is high, connected together, there are almost no dead horns, and there is a large area of antlers behind it.

Behind the antlers, a large army obscured the sky and the sun, and from a distance there was only a dark patch.

The defenders at the head of the city, all the sergeants wrapped in yellow scarves were demoralized, everyone's faces were very solemn, and the dark clouds in the sky at this time formed an invisible sense of depression, which made people very uncomfortable.

Such weather, such a war situation, is already a desperate situation.

Damn, Zhang Jiao won't live long, I have to find a way to get out of this hellish place sooner.

Zhang Cheng secretly thought about a plan to get out in his heart, because he knew very well that Zhang Jiao would soon die of illness, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion would eventually be suppressed, and his situation was even worse.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel a bitterness in his heart, in fact, he was a famous film and television director in the 21st century, and he was also a national first-class actor.

Zhang Cheng's company was filming the New Romance of the Three Kingdoms with great fanfare, who knew that when filming the Battle of Guandu, a group of horses were frightened and galloped towards Zhang Cheng, and before Zhang Cheng could react, he was trampled to death by a group of horses.

originally thought that he would definitely die, but who knew that after waking up, he came to the end of the Han Dynasty and became the head of a Yellow Turban Uprising.

Zhang Cheng thought he was dreaming, but after more than a month, Zhang Cheng realized that he had really come to the end of the Han Dynasty

What exactly should I do?

Zhang Cheng asked himself again and again, but now that the officials and troops outside are surrounded by water, how can he leave Guangzong?

As the days passed, there were more and more officers and soldiers under the city, and the Yellow Turban sergeants at the head of the city also felt more and more depressed.

And Zhang Cheng can only take his people to prepare fire oil, sasswood, and other things to defend the city every day, but Zhang Cheng is not as eager as the main general, and the officers and troops under the city obviously have no intention of attacking the city, otherwise they will not waste so much effort to build deep ditches and high fortresses.

Another busy day passed, Zhang Cheng returned to his tent, Zhang Cheng was the chief, there were ten people under the tent, it can be said that this is the lowest rank of officers in the late Han Dynasty.

The ten people under Zhang Cheng's account were all from peasant backgrounds, several of them had no parents, and they were all persecuted to death by corrupt officials and scholars.

Zhang Cheng could feel the hatred permeating their hearts every day.

"What, are we dying?" A sergeant asked, bowing his head.

"Maybe," Zhang Cheng sighed.

"If I'm about to die, I don't want to carry these rolling stones and sassalwoods all day long, I want to go into battle to kill the enemy, if I don't kill two officers and soldiers, I won't have the face to see my parents when I get to Jiuquan."

"Hua Yu, do you really want to go into battle and kill the enemy?" Zhang Cheng was a little strange, this Hua Yu was his subordinate, he worked weekdays, Zhang Cheng didn't care too much about him, he didn't expect that at this time, he could still say this.

"Yes, the brothers of the Yellow Turban have no enmity with the official army?"

This sentence stopped Zhang Cheng, if it weren't for the persecution who couldn't survive, how could these people rise up and rebel?

Now Zhang Cheng can't help but feel that the Yellow Turban Army is not hopeless, at least now it seems that once these guys go to the battlefield, they will definitely fight with the official army, and the mourning soldiers will win, Zhang Cheng still understands.

But why did the Yellow Turban Rebellion last only eight months before it was defeated? Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng understood the key to this, then Zhang Jiao, if Zhang Jiao did not die, then the Yellow Turban would definitely not be defeated so quickly.

Because Zhang Jiao, a great sage and good teacher, is the pillar of the Yellow Turban's faith, as for Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, both in terms of prestige and organizational ability, they are more than one step weaker than Zhang Jiao, and what is even more unfortunate is that when Zhang Jiao died, he did not say who he passed the throne to, and it was difficult to resist foreign enemies, coupled with internal strife, this was undoubtedly worse for the Yellow Turban.

If Zhang Jiao can live a few more months and pass on the throne, maybe he will really have a chance to escape from here.

Zhang Cheng seemed to see a glimmer of hope, but then his eyes dimmed again, he was just a small chief, and he couldn't see Zhang Jiao's face at all, how could he have the ability to let Zhang Jiao live for a few more years?

"By the way, General Tiangong came to inspect the city defense yesterday, but it doesn't seem to be very good looking at General Tiangong's complexion," another scholar under Zhang Cheng's tent said with a worried face.

"Don't look good?" When Zhang Cheng heard this, his heart suddenly began to worry, it seemed that Zhang Jiao really couldn't live for a few days.

"You are talking nonsense, great sage and good teacher, you can save people by applying talisman water, how can you have a bad complexion?" The other soldier suddenly scolded.

Zhang Cheng shook his head, if Zhang Jiao was really that powerful, it would be impossible for him to die of illness in history.

"Will the Great Sage and Good Master come back tomorrow to inspect the city defense?"

"Great sages and good teachers come every day"

"Good"

Zhang Cheng secretly clenched his fists, this time he had to fight no matter what, and he would die anyway.

The next day, Zhang Cheng continued to take his subordinates and began to carry rolling stones, skulls and other things, and Zhang Cheng only urged his subordinates this time, but he kept staring at the direction of the city wall.

But the morning passed, Zhang Jiao did not come, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be a little impatient, after lunch, Zhang Cheng still stood in a corner of the city and waited.

"Hurry up, get out of the way, General Tiangong is here"

When Zhang Cheng heard this, he immediately followed the prestige, and saw a middle-aged man, about forty years old, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a bamboo cane in his hand, green and dripping, I don't know what material it is made of, and the side is on the left and right, and two generals are guarding.

These two people are Zhang Jiao's two brothers, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, and there are hundreds of Yellow Turban Army around to open the way, these hundreds of people are obviously different from other Yellow Turban Army, the swords and guns are bright, strict and powerful, and the pace is strong, and at first glance it is the division of a hundred battles.

Zhang Cheng knew that this might be Zhang Jiao's elite, the Yellow Turban Guards, the reason why this Yellow Turban Guards were not famous in history was not that this army was not strong, but that they didn't have to fight at all, they were only responsible for protecting Zhang Jiao's safety, and after Zhang Jiao's death, this guard was nowhere to be found.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao's face was pale and skinny, and what made Zhang Cheng even more incredible was that this Zhang Jiao was more than forty years old, and half of his head was already white.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the year is in Jiazi, the world is auspicious" The three armies roared in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

Zhang Jiao even raised the scepter in his hand and shouted with everyone.

After Zhang Jiao finished chanting, he went down the city wall, and for the Yellow Turban soldiers, as long as Zhang Jiao stood in front of them, they were fearless, so Zhang Jiao didn't need to say something inspiring.

Zhang Cheng stood in the corner of the city wall and waited quietly, and at this time Zhang Jiao had already walked towards this side, Zhang Cheng knew that there was only one chance, so he rushed forward without hesitation!