"Big brother, I'm ......" Zhang Bao spoke, his throat was a little dry, and he wanted to say something more, but he was stopped by Zhang Jiao waving his hand.

Zhang Jiao turned his back to Zhang Bao and the others, his back was a little thin, and the strong wind blew the hem of his robe to swing. On this high platform, which is about dozens of meters high, a thin breeze can make people feel the chill, not to mention that it has entered the winter, and the wind is getting colder and colder.

I couldn't see Zhang Jiao's face clearly, so Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were worried. The two of them may have a different posture in front of other believers, but in front of Zhang Jiao, they will always be a kind of respect for the elder brother of the younger brother. They were all like this, not to mention Zhao Hong and Bo Cai, who were standing further behind, and the failure of the set task made them hardly have the courage to raise their heads.

"It's fine. Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, not to mention that it is also a crime of non-war. He opened his mouth with his hands behind his back, and the hem of his sleeves swayed continuously, and the strong wind penetrated into it, making it bulge.

His voice was still as gentle as usual, and when it fell into people's ears, it made people feel like a spring breeze. Even Zhao Hong and Bocai, who were ashamed of their incompetence, were full of gratitude after hearing these words, and their loyalty to Zhang Jiao deepened even more invisibly.

It is precisely because of Zhang Jiao's feeling that he is like a brother and a father, coupled with his amazing Taoist skills, that he was able to gather the Yellow Turban Army led by him. The Yellow Turban soldiers who had access to him in ordinary life, as well as many leaders, were extremely convinced of Zhang Jiao, and in today's precarious situation, no one would choose to turn their backs on Zhang Jiao. didn't even have the slightest thought, and had already made an oath of life and death in his heart.

"Big brother, it's windy here, let's go down." Zhang Bao said. He looked at Zhang Jiao's back and could perceive that Zhang Jiao's weight loss was too much different from a few months.

"It's fine. Go down. I'll stay here alone for a while, and then go down, your subordinates are still waiting to be appeased. Zhang Jiao turned his head with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Zhang Bao and the four of them clenched their fists, turned around and walked towards the high platform.

Down from the high platform are steps made by the devotees, connecting the ground to the top of the platform. Zhang Liang seemed to be preoccupied on the way off the high platform, and in the eyes with Zhang Bao, both of them understood what the other party was thinking.

From childhood to adulthood, both of them grew up under the protection of Zhang Jiao, who sheltered them from the wind and rain, and the eldest brother was like a father. When they grew up and wanted to share something for Zhang Jiao, they found that they couldn't do much, and many of them didn't do well. For example, now, just like before, if they succeeded in defeating the Yingchuan Han army and coerced Si Li all the way, then the pressure on the eldest brother must have decreased a lot now, right?

The scenery from the high platform is very good, and you can see the scenery inside and outside the city from above. Zhang Jiao stood on top, looking at the Han army camp in the distance, his eyes penetrating the fog and penetrating inside.

Defeated, defeated again and again, and now forced into the city of Guangzong. The battle of Yingchuan was also defeated, and the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army was also unable to capture Nanyang City, which was also defeated. The whole situation has taken a turn for the worse, from the beginning of every advance of the Yellow Turban Army must have gains, but now, it is trapped in a city.

The court of the Han Dynasty has the power of a country, but he is not even a corner. Slightly distracted, Zhang Jiao seemed to have seen the results, which was something he had seen a few months ago. Now, even if he can deduce the strategy of the commander of the Han army, the Han army will definitely advance step by step, build iron defenses along Guangzong City, and completely besiege the entire Guangzong City.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Zhang Jiao let out a soft sound, his brows furrowed, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Manchester City is dead?"

Fang Daqu Shuai, his close disciple, and also the commander of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Mancheng actually died? Four fingers quickly pointed with his thumb, over and over again, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he let out a long sigh, and the sigh did not go away.

He saw the young man who always stood beside him, warm as jade, and could often comprehend the words he thought but did not say. is also among the many small leaders, Qu Shuai, who is very popular and has never had conflicts with others.

It's him, Zhang Banxian, his distant nephew. When this result came out, he was just a little stunned, maybe he had a premonition about this result from the time he sent Zhang Banxian out?

Zhang Jiao smiled, with a chill that came from his heart and was rooted in his bones. When did he become like this, so cold, so ruthless?

It's lonely. The view from the high platform is good, but at such a high place, it is very cold and there is a sense of loneliness. It's cold in high places, maybe from the low place, when he goes to the high place, it will naturally change, right?

There was a sound of footsteps, from far and near, and finally stopped, and the sound of the clouds rang out.

"What is Mr. Xuan Ling thinking?"

"You're back?" Zhang Jiao turned around and looked at Yunting, and the loneliness in his eyes subsided slightly. Being able to feel lonely like this, the presence of another familiar person in front of you does make people feel warm.

"The Yellow Turbans of the North Sea also failed, but I brought them back."

Zhang Jiao nodded and said, "When I saw you appear, I knew the result." ”

Neither of them mentioned the Qingzhou Yellow Turban Army, in fact, what could be saved was just a Beihai Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Jiao had a vague premonition about this, but as for Yun Ting, he knew the strength of the three brothers Liu Guan and Zhang, but he would not touch that moldy head.

"Are you alright?" After hesitating for a long time, and meeting Zhang Jiao's gaze for a long time, Yun Ting finally asked.

"Not good." Zhang Jiao replied with a smile.

It's not just bad, it's very bad, whether it's the current situation or he, it's all in a very bad category. But in his smile, all these things became very faint, very faint.

As people live longer, they no longer see things as they used to be. After the ups and downs, I also have this kind of understanding, especially when I am close to death step by step, no matter what obsession I have, I will quietly fade away. In the case of death, at the end of this eventual end, everything, no matter how valuable, becomes worthless.

"Why don't you go?" Yun Ting looked at Zhang Jiao's eyes and asked seriously.

"Leave here, leave here with Yao'er, leave forever with Second Brother Bao and Third Brother Liang, and take all the things you think are important and can't be abandoned."

This is something that Yun Ting didn't ask in his previous life, and if he doesn't ask now, he will never have a chance, because he will soon leave this place of right and wrong. No matter what Zhang Jiao had given him, he couldn't return it to him with everything he had, maybe it was selfishness, or maybe there were more things that he couldn't give up, right?

He wanted Zhang Jiao to go, go far, away from here. Continue to stay, no matter whether Zhang Jiao dies of illness or not, he will eventually die, in such a battlefield, personal strength is too ridiculous, even if Zhang Jiao can be compared with Zuo Ci and others, but it does not change the final result.

He didn't believe that supercomputers would do their best to do everything, and in the game world of the Three Kingdoms, there was only the territory of the Han Dynasty and the surrounding alien territories. He believed that the entire home planet of the Common Era must have been recorded, but perhaps only the areas that allowed the player to choose were inhabited.

"Leave?" Zhang Jiao shook his head.

"I can go, but they can't. These believers, how can I leave them behind when I gather because I am alone? ”

"There is something to do, there is something to be done. I led a group of people on a path destined to be full of thorns, but I couldn't turn away just because there was a cliff in front of me to turn and flee. Zhang Jiao spoke very slowly, and the tone of each word was extremely firm, without the slightest wavering.

Yun Ting smiled bitterly, he knew that he had asked a question in his heart that he already knew the result. Leaving here, what is the matter for Zhang Jiao? If he didn't leave, it means that he won't leave, which is exactly the same as the Zhang Jiao that Yun Ting met in the previous life. The trajectories of the two people may be a little different, but the result is exactly the same, and the thoughts that come from the heart will not be changed.

Yun Ting took a few steps forward, looked down, and could see most of Guangzong City. This high platform stands in the center of Gwangjong Castle, so it is easy to see everything underneath from the top.

Now the entire Guangzong City is undoubtedly in a martial law environment, and you can see the Yellow Turban soldiers patrolling the streets, so from the moment they entered Guangzong City, their group will be so conspicuous, that is because in the current Guangzong City, except for the displaced people and the families of the soldiers, all the original residents have fled.

"How's the view?" Zhang Jiao came to Yun Ting's side, holding the stone fence at the corner.

"Not bad." Yun Ting replied simply, slowly shook his head and continued: "It's just a pity that it will soon become a bloody scene. ”

"Yes, that's why I drove the people of the city away from the moment they occupied Gwangjong. Otherwise, in the war, whether it is jade or tiles, they will all be smashed, and no one will care about these people who have never done anything in the first place. ”

He coughed and continued: "And once they stay, after the city is broken when the time comes, the Han army will not ask where they belong to, but they will also be executed like the displaced people." ”

"It's ridiculous." Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly, his face full of bitterness.

"When I thought I could change everything and change it for it, I realized that I had changed a little bit, but it basically didn't change. Those who have been changed by me have probably become more people who died because of me, right? ”

When Zhang Jiao said this, a kind of twilight aura arose on the whole person, which was the twilight of the West Mountain, when a person is not far from death, or when the heart is dead. The current Zhang Jiao is probably just insisting on it for the sake of persistence in his heart, and there is nothing else left.

"Even if they entrust their lives to me, even if they don't have me, they would die, but I have failed them with the trust of so many people. The different sky that was promised was still not here after all. So, what exactly did I do? He asked.

"What you're doing is probably to let a stable and prosperous era come earlier." Yun Ting comforted.

He did not say that after the Yellow Turban Rebellion was suppressed, there was a period of time when the heroes competed for hegemony, and after the heroes competed for hegemony, it was the Three Kingdoms again. Even if Wei Ding of the Jin Dynasty was finally established, the so-called prosperous era was actually only a stable world, and it only lasted for a while. When it came to the time of the Wuhu Chaohua, Li Min was born as crepe dogs, and it became the food that the Hu people weighed at will, and the world of Shenzhou Lu Shen was not enough.

"Really?" Zhang Jiao was noncommittal.

"But I always feel that it seems to take a long time for a real prosperous era to really appear. Because there are always too many dissatisfied people in the world, they are always not satisfied, and they still have to get what they have gained, even if they have long stood in a position where they are not worried about wind and rain, food and clothing. But he still has to climb up, and nothing seems to be able to stop him except death, and it seems that no matter how many people are dragged into the water, he doesn't care. ”

"I, O I, am the one who is not satisfied. Born in a family that does not worry about food and clothing, and then got the Taiping technique, after all, it is my dissatisfaction, thinking that all living beings are suffering, and I can solve my worries. But I didn't want to, but I took them on a road of no return. ”

The vicissitudes of Zhang Jiao's words were not there when Yun Ting first saw him, and the difference between Zhang Jiao at that time and Zhang Jiao now is too big. Although Zhang Jiao is still middle-aged, he already feels like an old man.

Yun Ting didn't know how to talk to Zhang Jiao, saying that he had actually done well enough? Even if some Yellow Turban soldiers do something out of the ordinary, it's not the responsibility of him, a great sage and good teacher? It's okay to say that he is compared to the likes of Huangchao, at least not like those so-called righteous armies, who rose up because of righteousness, but forced a lot of pain on the people?

It's useless to say anything now, Yun Ting knows that he only needs to be that listener.

"Negative maniac, take Yao'er with you when you go, I've already arranged it." Zhang Jiao drove the thoughts out of his mind and continued to speak, but he no longer said those words that made him feel contradictory.

"Yao'er also likes you a lot, because she has always wanted to have an older brother, so please be a good brother."

Zhang Jiao sighed, "It's a pity that I can't go further with her." She used to always clamoring for me to play with her, but I always said that I was busy, busy, and I didn't have time. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at Yun Ting and wanted to speak, and chuckled: "I'm not dead, how can the court be at ease?" For the sake of the world, I must also die. ”

"Yes. Thou shalt not die for the sake of the world! Someone spoke aloud, and a young man with a spear on his back walked step by step towards the high platform.

(End of chapter)