Chapter 218 Change the soup and change the medicine

The north wind howled, rolling up the sky with a lot of wind and snow, occupying the entire plain.

As far as the eye can see, there is only ice and snow, and there is no daylight; The only sound that filled the ears was the sound of the wind.

"Ah......h

Xu He couldn't help but roar loudly, and the anger and unwillingness that had been stored in his heart for a long time seemed to suddenly erupt at this moment. He thought of his countless dead companions, of the great sage and mentor Zhang Jiao, and of the yellow Tianzi battle flag fluttering in the air.

He roared as hard as he could, letting the tears roll down his eyes and then freeze in the biting cold.

"Heaven...... Dead ......"

Before being taken in by Zhang Jiao and joining Taiping Dao, Xu He was an orphan and a beggar, struggling with death every day, and his biggest dream was to eat a full meal.

Life is very difficult, but this is not the most sad, what makes Xu He sad the most is that he has no idea why he is so unlucky. Whenever he begged for something to temporarily suppress his heart-scratching hunger, or was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, he pondered the question, but there was never an answer.

It wasn't until Zhang Jiao saved him and pointed out the direction for him that he knew that it was not himself who was wrong, nor many people like him, but this world!

The way of the world is unfair.

No matter how big the natural disaster is, within the walls of the wealthy family, there is always a scene of singing and dancing, and the emperor is even more poor and luxurious; On the other hand, the people are starving everywhere, and there are countless people who die of cold and starvation every winter, including Xu He's father and mother.

Such a day is long overdue;

The sky that is only for the eyes of the wealthy family should have been smashed!

Therefore, he took up the sword of war, and with the determination to die, he followed behind the great sage and good teacher with many people like him, to do the thing that changed the heavens and the earth.

However. The Great Sage and Good Teacher failed, the incident began in February, and in November the general Digong was killed in Quyang, and the uprising did not last even a year.

Although Xu He escaped with his life, he was plagued by new doubts, and he could not find the reason for the failure of the uprising.

Is the great sage and good teacher not wise enough?

Is it that the believers are not brave enough, determined enough, not large enough?

If not these. It can only be that the power of this unfair world is too strong to be overthrown by manpower.

With confusion, Xu He became confused, and gradually, he found that he had deviated from the real Taiping Dao, and was completely indistinguishable from the ubiquitous bandits and bandits in Qingzhou.

It can't be said that there is no one at all, with the martial arts and art of war learned in the Taiping Sect, he is one of the outstanding thieves in Qingzhou. The force is also the largest one.

Unfortunately, none of this helped to solve the confusion in his heart.

The appearance of the little heavenly master Zhang Ning. once gave him hope, but the girl just stubbornly repeated the process that the great sage and good teacher had done, which was the most ineffective for changing the day.

What is the use of saving lives and helping the wounded, even if they save more people? Can it weaken the darkness of the sky overhead? Can you strengthen yourself as those who try to defy the heavens?

Until......

is also Zhang Jiao's old department, Xu He knows the tricks that Zhang Rao did, and the other party's thoughts can be hidden from others. But he can't hide it from himself.

The reason why Xu He didn't oppose it with all his might was just because he saw hope again. Therefore, he did not take advantage of Zhang Rao's failure to make trouble. Just like he used to fire and other bandits, but followed behind the other party, even if he was squeezed, he never gave up.

With the help of the enemy, it doesn't matter if you fool your own people, because everything is for victory.

Because of this, Xu Hecai willingly undertook the most difficult task after the break, on the surface he was calculated by Zhang Rao, but in fact, he regarded this incident as Huang Tian's punishment for himself.

However, despite his efforts, reality still makes him desperate.

Today is the third day after the snow has begun, the snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger and stronger, but someone has passed through the wind and snow and brought news from afar.

Army. Crashed......

The moment he heard the news, Xu He almost thought that he was dead, or that he was dreaming, dreaming of the scene in Jizhou six years ago. No, what is in front of you is more unbelievable and difficult to accept than it has been.

At that time, although the Yellow Turbans had a large number of people and a huge influence in Jizhou, the actual situation was far from being as beautiful as it seemed.

Although the soldiers were brave, they could not go beyond the high and thick city walls, except for those cities that had been arranged in advance and had internal responses in the city, most of the counties and counties of Jizhou were intact.

These are not the most troublesome, and the powerful families have also organized private troops, relying on their own dock forts or county seats, to attack in all directions. When they encountered a large group of men and horses, they avoided it, and when they encountered a small number of men and horses, they attacked strongly, making the Yellow Turban Army unstable, and it was impossible to divide the troops at all, so as to expand the results of the battle.

These were all gradually summed up by Xu He in retrospect, and he didn't have such insights at that time. He also understood why when the situation was very good, the great sage and good teacher kept frowning, because the situation was not good at all.

This year, however, it was different.

Qingzhou is different from Jizhou, after years of war, the heroes in the territory have long died, those who fled, and those who are still in the territory are only left to hide in the city and tremble, which is not a threat at all.

In terms of the government, it is rare for Beihai County to guard Kong Rong who is not self-sufficient, not to mention the suppression of bandits, and even self-protection is very reluctant, and the Qingzhou group of thieves has never been hindered.

Zhang Rao even found strong reinforcements, broke several cities one after another, and even captured Linzi, the Qingzhou governance office. Not to mention the millions of people, after getting the armor, grain and grass in Linzi City, even the logistics problems that plagued the rebels the most were solved.

Coupled with Zhang Rao's decision to give up the old and weak and go into battle lightly, it made up for the last flaw of the righteous army......

Xu He really couldn't figure it out, how could such a big army lose?

A spell that summons Skyfire? How could there really be such a thing in this world?

However, it is so, as more and more routs appear in the big

Battalion, Xu He was completely desperate.

There is no food and grass inside and no rescuers outside, and the huge millions of yellow turbans have come to a desperate situation overnight. With the year in the unfavorable underground, and fight and retreat, the capture of the Sulphur Recruiting Street Chunping Dangjiu Huanu Take?

The defeat came so suddenly. It's so inexplicable.

"Cangtian ......" looked up at the sky, Xu He roared wildly, and besides that, he couldn't find any way to vent the depression and grief in his heart.

The hateful sky, always descending one after another difficult mountains to block in front of the righteous army, the former Huangfu Song made people hate and fear, and now Wang Pengju. There is nothing but despair.

Not to mention that with the arrival of the rout, the high-pitched morale has collapsed in an instant, even if it is still the same as before, when it is snowing heavily and the grain and grass are about to run out, Xu He can't come up with any countermeasures.

Withdraw? In the past, when the brothers dug the trench, they were afraid that it was not deep enough and not wide enough, but now if they want to go east, they have to cross the trench they have dug. Behind the moat, there are also Taishan foot soldiers and Youzhou iron cavalry who have been recuperating for a long time.

Enter? Except for the rout. There is nothing ahead, in this snowy weather. If one or two people can stop and walk to the foot of Fenggao City, it is already God blessed. However, the sky above his head has always been only for the sake of authority, when have he ever blessed his own people?

"Qu Shuai!" A pro-soldier stepped into the snow and interrupted Xu He's roar.

Xu He didn't get angry, he didn't have the strength to be angry with people. He was just puzzled, because the voice of the pro-soldier was clearly full of excitement. When you turn your head to look. He was even more surprised, and the pro-soldier was clearly smiling! At this time?

"Out of ...... What's wrong? Xu He's voice was hoarse, with a hint of trill, he didn't know what news could save everyone in such a desperate situation, but he knew that his personal guards should not be crazy.

"Little ...... The little Celestial Master is back! The soldiers covered their hats and yelled in the wind.

"Really?" In just two words, Xu He's mood has experienced a big fluctuation.

First a wave of ecstasy welled up in his heart, filling his chest like a raging fire, and the next moment, he was blown apart by the violent north wind.

The Little Celestial Master is the spiritual pillar of the army and can ensure the morale of the army. But these alone are not enough to pull the army out of the abyss of annihilation, at most it is just lighting an oil lamp in the endless darkness, which cannot illuminate the direction of the road ahead, at most provide a little hope.

The pro-soldier was obviously not an ignorant believer, and from Xu He's expressions of joy and sorrow, he saw that he was looking at the details, and then added: "The little heavenly master also brought hundreds of brothers, saying that he had found a way out for everyone!" ”

"A way out? Could it be ......" Xu He's heart moved.

The most courageous thieves have been nowhere to be seen, and most of the recruits who have been brought back are recruits, and it is already very rare to be able to get together ten or eight, with hundreds of people? Besides, even if he loses, there is no reason for Zhang Rao to let people leave on his own? The most plausible explanation can only be......

With a stomach full of doubts, Xu He returned to the Chinese army.

Many people gathered outside the tent, and many more people braved the wind and snow to rush over, and the originally lifeless camp suddenly became angry, but Xu He's mood was very heavy.

At the moment, the only way out he can think of is to surrender, give up his long-held dream, kneel at the feet of the powerful again, and pray for the other party's gifts, so that he can get some scraps and survive.

Xu He didn't want to do this, but he also knew that he couldn't use his own standards to restrain everyone, for most people, survival is the first thing, not to mention, even the daughter of a great sage and good teacher......

"Little Heavenly Master!" Squeezed out a way from the crowd, Xu He saw Zhang Ning, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Senior Brother Xu." Zhang Ning took off the hat, and judging from her pale face, the girl also braved the wind and snow and drove a long way.

Looking at the face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, savoring the bitterness of the past, and the gloomy future, Xu He had mixed feelings, and was speechless for a while.

"Qu Shuai, let's talk in the account, right?"

The guards asked for instructions, but seeing that Xu He didn't say anything, they just acquiesced and hugged him and Zhang Ning into the big tent.

There was no fire in the tent, and the army was no longer able to divide its troops to collect firewood, but compared to the cold wind howling in the field, there was still a slightly warm breath, Xu He's spirit recovered slightly, and he asked urgently: "Little Heavenly Master, ...... way out you said?"

"The Taiping sect will lay down their arms and return to the rule of the imperial court, General Wang promised not to blame the past, and help everyone return to their hometown and rebuild their homes......" Zhang Ning's expression was calm, and his tone was also light, as if he was talking about something inconsequential.

The conjecture was verified, and the taste in Xu He's heart became even more bitter, and he wanted to say something several times, but he couldn't say anything, and he didn't even listen to what Zhang Ning said next, until he ......

"Wang Junhou is a broad-minded person, Qingzhou will allow Taoism to preach freely......"

"What?" Xu He's mood fluctuated violently again.

Allowing the Taiping Church to preach freely? It was possible before the first year of Zhongping, but now it ...... Before he could identify the truth of the matter, Zhang Ning gave him another surprise.

At the same time, in view of the past reputation of Taiping Dao, the name of the church will be changed. From now on, the name of the Taiping Way will cease to exist, and the teachings will be modified, and the Protestant church will be called the Charity Hall, which means to do good deeds with a compassionate heart. ”

Xu He opened his mouth and was completely dumb.

He didn't know what to say at all, he had thought about it before and heard that Zhang Yan of Montenegro had the title of General Pingnan. But this strange way at the moment still greatly surprised him.

Is it a stopgap measure?

Or is there another plan?

To deal with the rebel army that has reached the end of its rope, is it necessary for Wang Pengju to play so many tricks?

Doubts enveloped him like a fog, making him lose the ability to think, but his consciousness was clear.

Therefore, he could hear the cheers in his ears, getting louder and louder, completely dispersing the howling north wind without a trace. (To be continued)