Yang Feng, Guo Tai and others looked at each other.

Even from a distance of five miles, they could hear the roar in the distance, and they could feel the power contained in the roar. If Liu Wei had a little accident in the camp today, they would probably face a resolute revenge, and there would be no possibility of reconciliation in the future.

Not only will the 8,000 officers and soldiers not let them go, but I am afraid that the Yellow Turban soldiers under their command will not let them go either. They even now wonder if their subordinates will obey the order if they order Liu Wei to be killed.

Yang Feng glanced at Xun You out of the corner of his eye. Xun You stood quietly aside, his eyes shrinking.

"Sir?"

Xun You looked over, his eyes were a little confused: "General, what are your orders?" ”

"Here and now, do you have any advice?"

Xun You's eyes flashed, and he regained his former calmness: "Without him, go out of the camp to greet you." ”

Yang Feng sighed silently, knowing that Xun You was right, things had come to this point, even if it was dangerous to leave the camp, he had to go out of the camp in person. Liu Wei can go to danger with the respect of the Son of Heaven, how can he cower?

Yang Feng and Guo Tai made proper arrangements and went out of the camp to greet each other. At once, a thousand elite soldiers put on as neat armor as possible, lined up in a neat line, and welcomed them in the middle of the road, and the drummers who were easy to find were ready to play music to greet them. According to the custom, there should be propaganda in the army, to boost morale when fighting, to be strong when marching, and to entertain when stationed. Different levels have different scales of preaching, which are rewarded by the imperial court. The Yellow Turbans are thieves, but it is not easy to gather these people.

As soon as he set up a position outside the camp, Zhong Xuan's carriage arrived, and when he saw this honor guard, he nodded with satisfaction: "Although it is simpler, it is full of sincerity, I think Your Majesty will be satisfied." ”

Yang Feng looked up, on the horizon, where heaven and earth meet, there was a fiery red cloud approaching, the sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard, and the ground under his feet also trembled slightly. He was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to draw the knife. Zhong Xuan smiled: "The general doesn't have to be nervous, it's just the three hundred guards around His Majesty." ”

Yang Fenghu looked at Zhong Xuan suspiciously, and then looked at Xun You, not knowing whether to believe them.

Between Yang Feng's doubts and fears, the cavalry in the distance slowly collected the war horse and walked according to the bridle. After about a tour of wine, they came to Yang Feng and the others.

Liu Wei carried the crown of the Son of Heaven on his head, wore an imperial robe with red ground on a black background, a fiery red robe on his shoulders, and a snow-white royal horse on his crotch, majestic and heroic. The three hundred lang officials behind him were dressed similarly, but they wore helmets without crowns, wore armor and wore a green dragon embroidered on it, instead of nine dragons embroidered on Liu Wei's big coat.

Three hundred steps away from Yang Feng, Liu Wei raised his hand, and the three hundred guards stopped abruptly, as neat as one person. Liu Wei lightly urged the mount forward, and behind him only Wang Yue and Shi A were two, Wang Yue pressed the sword to pull the reins, and Shi A held the reins. Zhong Xuan greeted him and bowed: "Your Majesty!" ”

Yang Feng and the others looked at Liu Wei and were stunned for a while. They have never seen Liu Bian, and they have always heard that Liu Bian, the Son of Heaven, is frivolous and rude, cowardly and incompetent, and has no one to look like a king. Even though he knew that Liu Wei and the Yuan family were having a good time, this initial impression still failed to change. At this moment, looking at the momentum of the three hundred lang officials, and then looking at Liu Wei's calm and confident bearing, they were all a little suspicious of their eyes.

Is this person really the Son of Heaven Liu Bian?

Xun You saw that Yang Feng and the others were motionless, and knew that they had lost their temper. Regardless of whether they have commanded thousands of people to fight or not, in the face of the Son of Heaven, anyone has a kind of psychological weakness, and the people who can really look down on the noble and the low are a few after all.

"General, come forward to meet you."

After listening to Xun You's words, Yang Feng and the others woke up like a dream, and their faces were red with shame. They hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Minister...... Xiaomin ......"

Yang Feng held back as soon as he opened his mouth, saying that he was a minister, he had no official position, he said that he was a small people, and he was not a small person now. No matter how he claimed to be wrong, Yang Feng was crazy for a while, and he was embarrassed on the spot.

Liu Wei smiled, and his laughter was gentle: "Erqing is really heroic and heroic, I don't know who can lead me into the camp?" ”

Liu argued that Yang Guo and the others were Qing, which relieved Yang Feng's dilemma, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, was grateful, didn't say a word, and hurriedly responded: "The minister is brave, dare to lead the horse for His Majesty, and lead His Majesty into the camp." ”

"Very good." Liu Wei bowed his chin slightly on the horse's back as a gesture of greeting.

Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward quickly, and stretched out his hand to Wang Yue. Wang Yue looked at him quietly, motionless, his eyes were sharp, and Yang Feng's scalp was numb. Just when he was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, Wang Yue slowly handed over the reins. Yang Feng took it in his hand, and Wang Yue took a step back and stood by his sword. Although Yang Feng didn't know who Wang Yue was, he saw a unique momentum from Wang Yue, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he took the reins and turned around and walked towards the camp.

Yang Feng led the horse for the Son of Heaven, and Guo Tai couldn't be idle, so he grabbed a step, walked in front of Liu Weima, walked sideways, and became a leading warrior. They don't look like two hostile sides now, but like a general under Liu Wei's command, Liu Wei came to inspect, and they came out of the camp to greet each other.

Liu Wei was very satisfied, and when he passed in front of Xun You, he glanced at Xun You, but said nothing.

As he passed through the welcoming procession of 1,000 yellow turban foot soldiers, Liu Wei raised a hand and smiled at the soldiers on both sides. His movements are not big, and his smile is very shallow, which not only does not lose the majesty of the Son of Heaven, but also expresses his kindness appropriately. When the yellow turban soldiers on both sides saw it, their hearts were relieved, and their originally tense faces couldn't help but smile.

The three hundred guards stopped in place, watching Liu Wei walk into the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, silent. They remained motionless, neither to follow nor to leave, even though they were all within range of the Yellow Turbans' bows.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Liu Wei walked into the Yellow Turban Army camp. Facing more Yellow Turban soldiers, facing these ragged and vegetable-looking Yellow Turban soldiers, Liu Wei was sad.

Zhong Miao is right, they are just a group of ordinary people who are struggling for survival, they have no ambition to change the dynasty, at best, they just want to change to a better emperor, and they have no intention of winning the championship themselves. They are either driven and exploited like cattle, or they are used as tools to realize their ambitions.

Although he did not believe in any dogma such as peasant uprisings as the driving force for the progress of history, he knew that there were very few real peasant uprisings, and although there were many peasants, it was not the peasants themselves who held the direction, and it was not the peasants who reaped the fruits in the end.

They are just a bunch of humble ants, and even in the thriving twenty-first century, they have been given an insulting name: migrant workers.

The smile on Liu Wei's face was gone, and he arched his hand to the yellow turban soldiers around him, and bowed to him: "The world is uneasy, and the sin is bowing." ”

After a brief silence, there was a cry in the camp, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground......

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