In front of the palace, a huge platform has already been erected, and around the platform are the mighty Yellow Turban wrestlers holding soldiers.

Zhang Jiao, dressed in armor and carrying a long sword at his waist, stood at the top, his eyes surveying everything in front of him, like an emperor looking down on his courtiers and people. Under the horns are a group of Qu Shuai, standing in an orderly manner, staring intently, and wandering outside.

After that, there was a group of sinners kneeling on the ground, wearing prison uniforms.

Under the big stage, more and more people came, hundreds of thousands, all staring at Zhang Jiao with burning eyes, constantly discussing, this thief who defeated the emperor of the Han Dynasty, this great sage and good teacher who was the head of all evils, there was no gratitude in people's eyes, only hatred.

Zhang Jiao originally thought that the people would be very grateful for what he had done, and they would immediately surrender, but it seemed that things were beyond his expectations, and he did not see even the slightest trace of gratefulness, only boundless hatred.

Zhang Jiao is like sitting on pins and needles, he doesn't like this feeling of being out of his grasp.

He wants to break this situation against himself, and the prisoner kneeling below is his knife.

So, Zhang Jiao pressed his hands and wanted to suppress the discussion of the people.

However, the people seemed to be specifically against him, ignoring his gestures, and still discussing, Zhang Jiao's face changed, and he nodded to Zhang Yan not far away.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Under Zhang Yan's order, the Yellow Turban Lux yelled.

"Bang bang bang!"

The weapon slammed into the ground, making a dull and deep sound, and a stream of evil aura emanated from the Yellow Turban Warrior and pressed against the people who were constantly talking.

In an instant, the square could hear the needles falling, and the people remembered that they were not facing some good people, but the Yellow Turban thieves who were armed with soldiers and could take their lives at any time, and the breath just now almost scared them to death, so they quieted down for a moment.

"Luoyang's fathers and elders, Zhang Jiao led the army to revolt in order to establish a peaceful and prosperous world, where everyone has meat to eat, every family has a field to plant, and food and clothing are worry-free, but this group of scum and beasts are arson and rob everyone, I know that you have all suffered, and I Zhang Jiao is guilty! I'm sorry everyone, I didn't manage it well, and now I'm going to take down these beasts with the heart of the beast with the face of the beast, and I'll deal with it with everyone! ”

However, the audience was still quiet, there was no sound, no imaginary cheers, and the corners of his mouth were pulled.

"Are you afraid?"

Zhang Jiao held back for a long time, and finally said a nonsensical sentence.

The people below secretly slandered themselves, if you are not afraid, you will die, you say that you are not afraid.

Sure enough, Zhang Jiao saw that many people had shrunk significantly, and it seemed that he had thought right, so it would be easy to do, and the lecture was not available all the time, even if it could be used by these civilians, so he decided to change his strategy.

"What are you afraid of! Have you forgotten your wives and children, and your own families ruined? In the face of your enemies, you are still afraid, what are you afraid of! Your enemies are right in front of you, let you slaughter, you are so afraid that you dare not avenge your wives and children, do you dare not vent to your enemies, have you forgotten that their butcher knives have the blood of your relatives on them! ”

"Ha Lu Ha, coward! You're all a bunch of cowards! ”

"Zhang Jiao did what he said, and made the decision for you, but none of you came forward to correct the crimes committed by these people, and in the face of your enemies, you didn't dare to stand up and say a word for your family members who died tragically and for your ruined family! Are you still human? ”

Although many people were angry, their necks were red, their faces were blue, and their eyes were even more red, but they didn't dare to say a word after all, Zhang Jiao saw everything in his eyes, and sneered in his heart.

"Hey, hey, still don't talk, right? Well, since everyone thinks they are not guilty, then I have to let them go! ”

As soon as these words came out, some people were a little unable to stand, and they were about to speak, but they were stopped by the people around them.

Zhang Jiao secretly hated, but at this point, he could only continue to do it.

"Come on, loosen the ties of the people below, they, not guilty!"

Everyone was stunned, even the prisoner kneeling below looked at Zhang Jiao in disbelief.

"Boom!"

Finally, the people couldn't stand it anymore, and in an instant the square was like an explosion, and they couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts, and many people began to scold Zhang Jiao and insult the yellow scarf for being shameless.

Zhang Jiao smiled, not afraid of your scolding, but afraid that you would not speak.

Seeing that the soldiers were about to unlock for those people, a man with a broken arm slammed onto the high platform, his fingers open.

"Despicable and shameless! You say you want to make decisions for us, but now you are treacherous, treacherous, and not human! ”

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

"Take it!"

In an instant, many people stood up and shouted at this man, and some people pulled out the big knife at their waists and wanted to kill.

"Stop!"

However, at this moment, Zhang Jiao stopped and smiled at the man.

"Oh, why do you say I'm going back on my word?"

This man's wife and children were all killed, including a yellow turban Qu Shuai who knelt on the ground, he himself was cut off an arm, and he didn't want to live for a long time, at this time he just wanted to kill the enemy of the blood sea kneeling on the ground, and then ran to the high platform.

However, when Zhang Jiao asked him like this, he was even more resentful.

"Ha Luha, Zhang Jiao, you still claim to be a great sage and good teacher, didn't you say that you would try these people? But now they want to let them go, they don't have a few lives in Luoyang City, you actually want to let him go, this is not a backtracking! ”

The man with the broken arm blushed and burst into rage.

"Hahaha, it's funny, I said trial, but none of you corrected it, I have no evidence, I don't let them go, how can I try it?"

Zhang Jiao competed with each other, which was somewhat sarcastic.

The man with the broken arm was speechless for a while, but in an instant he pointed to a yellow turban commander.

"This person, this is this person, cut off my arm, insulted my wife, killed my child, I dare to correct, do you kill or not?"

The man with the broken arm stared at Zhang Jiao tightly, his eyes were full of anger, he didn't care about his life, he just wanted to kill this Yellow Turban Qu Shuai, and even as soon as he heard Zhang Jiao say not to kill, he would pounce on him and kill this brute!

"Kill!"

Zhang Jiao did not hesitate, and highlighted a word coldly.

The Yellow Turban Lux, who was about to loosen the tie, received the order without hesitation, let go, drew his knife, and cut off.

"Flutter!"

A great head flew up, blood spurting out of its neck, staining the sky red.

"Bang!"

The headless corpse fell, everything came so fast, so that all the people had no time to change their thinking, and the man with the broken arm was even more stupid, watching the headless corpse lying on the ground, it was this person, the person who lost his head killed his wife, and now he was finally beheaded.

He couldn't believe it, and his eyes were blank.

"How?"

The man with the broken arm was silent, still staring at Zhang Jiao, and then at the bloody head rolling not far away.

"What's the matter, am I Zhang Jiao someone who goes back on his word?"

"No, it's not."

The man replied stupidly, and finally, the people below burst into a shocking shout, and the man came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Jiao.

"Great, great sage and good teacher, can I take his head?"

Zhang Jiao was puzzled, but nodded anyway.

The man with the broken arm cried and burst into tears.

"Bang!"

Kneeling on the ground, he kowtowed a few times to Zhang Jiao, turned around and lifted the frightening head, and left the high platform.

Zhang Jiao turned his head and asked Ma Yuanyi.

"What does he want a head for?"

"Sacrifice."

Ma Yuanyi replied heavily, he knew very well that the man was a person who was not afraid of death, but he actually cried and kowtowed to Zhang Jiao, it was obvious that the dead Yellow Turban Qu Shuai definitely did something hurtful, his broken arm, his tragic death of his wife and children.

"Memorial?"

"For the dead wife and children."

Zhang Jiao didn't ask him anymore, and this question passed, but Ma Yuanyi couldn't forget it for a long time.

"Do you believe it? Zhang Jiao does what he says, and he is the master for you! Believe me or not! ”

Zhang Jiao smiled, laughing wantonly, and then yelled at the hundreds of thousands of people below.

"Faith! Letter! Letter! ”

"Long live the great sage and good teacher! Banzai! Banzai! ”

With the man with a broken arm as an example, the people could no longer hold back the anger in their hearts, the energy of the example was endless, the people broke out, and began to vent their hatred for the sinners kneeling on the ground, and Zhang Jiao also got the hearts of the people of Luoyang as he wished.