He pushed open the door and saw the situation on the street, but there was no expression on his face. Gently dusted off the dust and mud on the clothes, and there seemed to be early morning dew stained on the clothes, **** part.

"Mr. Lingyun."

"Mr. Lingyun!" ……

There were a few shouts from the streets, but they were from the Yellow Turban soldiers who were picking up the bodies on the streets. They all straightened up and expressed their respect for Zhang Banxian without a minute of delay. This situation has started since Zhang Banxian returned from Luoyang, and every soldier of the Yellow Turban Army has increased his respect for him day by day after knowing his deeds, so that Zhang Banxian has now faintly become a commander in the Yellow Turban Army. Because there is no specific identity, this Qu Shuai is only an invisible Qu Shuai.

Zhang Banxian nodded lightly and said, "You guys continue to be busy, don't worry about me." ”

"Yes! Mr. Lingyun. After hearing Zhang Banxian's words, these Yellow Turban soldiers continued to turn around and continue the work at hand.

There are still a lot of corpses in the streets, and the madness of the previous day is still left in the streets, left behind by the player's riot, and the ground is full of messes. There are still many corpses left in the streets, and there are many aborigines besides the player, and there is no other reason why they are lying here than the relationship between the victim and the perpetrator. The Yellow Turban Soldier picks up the weapons left behind in the streets and picks up what he needs from the player. Although this is Julu, the base camp of the Yellow Turban Army, the equipment of ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers here is only a little better than that of other places, who will let go of an opportunity to strengthen themselves?

Many of the dwellings had their doors open, and the Yellow Turban soldiers dragged out corpses, mostly the corpses of the game's natives, and a small number of the corpses of players who had been killed on the spot. The former, these Yellow Turban Army soldiers, will gather for a good burial, and those with family members will also let them identify their bodies and take them home, which is a good opportunity to win the hearts of the people. As for the latter, the Yellow Turban soldiers will only gather them and burn them, but they will not do much else, and many of them have been killed by the player by surprise the day before! What's more, the so-called players don't have the will of the people at all. Of course, the remaining value from the player's corpse will be squeezed out before then.

Zhang Banxian looked at it, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, with an inexplicable smile. He knew that yesterday's riot did not appear for no reason, nor was it organized by the players themselves, otherwise it would not have been so hasty and reckless. So, behind this, someone must be planning and throwing the bait, and those players are going forward like fish eating the bait. Naturally, the plan of the people behind them succeeded and got what they wanted, and these players did not get much benefit, on the contrary, many players were implicated, and more players lost their lives in Julu County.

After this riot, the player's hatred for the Yellow Turbans will be even greater, because in the rest of the world, the grass does not grow where the Yellow Turbans pass, and even the value of the players has to be ploughed several times to squeeze them clean. And the Yellow Turban Army's treatment of players is only afraid that it will be worse, and even Zhang Jiao can't reverse it, just because this time the hatred is too big! In the lower levels of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers in Julu County, everyone can no longer trust the player, and many are even more afraid of the player's knife stabbed from behind, so don't talk about trust, it should be extremely hateful. It can be said that the environment of the Yellow Turban Army's forces is getting worse and worse, although the early uprising avoided the danger of being attacked by the Han court, and the original results were achieved, but in the future, they have to face the attack of the Han court and the player's two major groups!

"But what does it all have to do with me?" Zhang Banxian walked out of the courtyard, closed the courtyard door again, and embarked on the road to the base camp.

Yesterday he also broke into his yard with a few players, but they didn't survive long and all of them died in the end, and they were turned into fertilizer for a few trees planted in the yard.

"It's a pity. You and I have different paths, but I'm grateful to you for doing everything I'm going to do, Yunting. Zhang Banxian muttered to himself. His eyes moved with the movement of his pace, and the blood and corpses he saw everywhere did not fluctuate for a moment, whether it was a player, a native, or a Yellow Turban soldier, his gaze was still flat.

"Make me a wedding garment. Hehe. Zhang Banxian chuckled.

They died worth it. In this way, the Yellow Turban Army will become much purer, and there will not be many players who can't grasp it and are difficult to discern their minds, which is what he wants to see. It's just that the person who did it was not him, but Yun Ting, but the result was the same. That's good, that's good.

And then there's the clouds, right?

Zhang Banxian naturally thought of Yunting in his heart, paused at his feet, and raised his feet to step over a bloodstain. You've probably seen the difference, right? Zhang Banxian knew that the final winner could only be Yun Ting, of course he didn't want his opponent to be Yun Ting, but this did not prevent him from knowing that Yun Ting's winner after Ma Yuanyi was Yun Ting. Just like when he saw Yun Ting for the first time, Zhang Banxian decided that Yun Ting did not belong to the forces of the Yellow Turban Army, he was his enemy, and he was also a stumbling block to prevent him from implementing the path of "revolution".

And so it all happened. At the beginning, Yun Ting refused the task given by Zhang Jiao, so it became him who completed the task, and thus had everything that followed. From Luoyang, on the way to Julu, to Julu, to the confrontation between Yunting and Ma Yuanyi. Among them, there is a more or less shadow of him. As for how to lay it all out? In fact, it is very simple, as long as everything has many accidents that are more or less, unexpected or unexpected.

Borrowing Yunting's hand to kill Ma Yuanyi, in Zhang Banxian's eyes, it seems that a person whose belief is not firm enough like Ma Yuanyi does not deserve to exist, and he does not need to exist, since he has selfishness, then he should die! And next, Yun Ting was treated coldly by Zhang Jiao for killing Ma Yuanyi, and was even executed! Only in this way can he become the only heir under Zhang Jiao, and then he can realize his ambition to master the power of the Yellow Turban Army.

Kill with a knife, kill with a knife, or kill with a knife. It's just that Zhang Banxian knows that in the end, I'm afraid he will have to make his own move, because Yun Ting occupies too much of Zhang Jiao's heart, even if there is already a minus of points. But that's not enough! Yun Ting is not dead, he is uneasy!

Zhang Banxian raised his eyes, the sunlight in Julu County was a little dazzling today, which made his eyes squint unconsciously. Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, this autumn is very cold, and it is bound to be colder, and it will be more bloody, with a lot of fresh blood.

And that's just the beginning. Zhang Banxian chuckled, and the two fingers of his outstretched hand caught a fallen dead leaf. His path has just begun, as he originally thought, the Yellow Turban Army is just the realization of one of his ideas, he has to prove his path in the game first, prove the correctness of his thoughts!

And then there's the Empire! He wants a "revolution", the life of the Revolution, the life of many families of the Revolution, and the life of the Emperor of the Revolution! He's going to change the empire! As for the Yellow Turbans, they are nothing more than an insignificant existence under this.

(End of chapter)