This is indeed a bit cruel, for the citizens living in the empire in the Tianyuan era, anyone who sees this scene will be very disapproving and feel sad. Although the empire is an empire, it is not a zhuan system, at least the judiciary is fair and just, and a prisoner will only be sentenced to death after being interrogated and judiced. With the existence of supercomputers, judicial fairness can still be preserved, but there are very few things that violate the law and arbitrarily adjudicate.

For Yun Ting, he doesn't feel much, and it has nothing to do with him whether he is cruel or not. The Undreamer is a character who wanders between life and death, cruel? This is a word that Yun Ting is all too familiar with. If the Tang and Zhou are not killed, there may be a historical Tang and Zhou whistleblowers, which will arouse the vigilance of the Han Dynasty and arrest the Yellow Turban cultists throughout the country, and what awaits them at that time is also a kind of cruelty.

Yun Ting watched Tang Zhou's ashes being collected, and with those wood ashes, they were sprinkled on the stone road in front of the courtyard by the congregation. Before and after death, he didn't let him have a good time.

"Okay, the apostate has been executed, everyone else should go out, we have something important to discuss, and the commanders will stay." Zhang Jiao commanded. Immediately, the congregation brought twelve wooden chairs and arranged them in a zigzag shape. The other sect members knelt down one after another, kowtowed three times, and all exited the courtyard in an orderly manner, leaving only Yun Ting, Zhang Jiao, and the three brothers in the field, in addition to the four, there were eight people.

Of these eight people, Yun Ting only knew seven of them, and when the game progressed to a period of time in their previous lives, they all died almost, becoming the stepping stones of the candidates, and they were burned on each person's merit book as military merits. These seven people are also the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army, and some of them have suppressed Yun Ting, but they have just ended... These seven people are Zhang Niujiao, Zhang Mancheng, Bo Cai, Peng Tuo, Bu Si, **** Yi, and He Yi.

Now they are not dead, they are all regarded as a big rebel, and they are all gathered together, plus Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, the three brothers, the big leaders of the Yellow Turban Army are all here, if someone makes a move now and kills the people here, it can be said that the Yellow Turban Rebellion will be stillborn, and the Han Dynasty will live some more peaceful and stable days.

As for the other person, Yun Ting didn't know him, and it was strange that he didn't have any information about this person in his memory. This person seems to have appeared out of thin air, Yun Ting doesn't know what his origin is, I don't know if he is a player or an aboriginal in the Three Kingdoms! But the possibility of the player is relatively high, if it is an aborigine, Yun Ting should have known each other in his previous life, or it is possible that he died when Yun Ting entered the Yellow Turban Army?

Yun Ting looked at him, carefully scrutinizing. He knew very well that in addition to the powerful people in the Yellow Turban Army, the second point was to trust the people who could make Zhang Jiao trust. Who is this person? Isn't it because he crossed over, was reborn, and a trace of turbulence rolled up by his butterfly's wings?

"Yun Ting, let me introduce you, he is my distant nephew, Zhang Banxian, the word Lingyun." Zhang Jiao stood up from his chair and introduced to Yun Ting.

Zhang Banxian?

Yun Ting was sure that he definitely didn't know this person, and there was no such person in the Yellow Turban Army in his previous life!

Zhang Banxian smiled slightly, revealing a smile like a spring breeze, he looked at Yun Ting, and looked at Yun Ting, his dark pupils flashed with a little light, as if he was brewing, observing something.

He was wearing a Confucian shirt, his figure was about the same as Zhang Jiao, and his height was about the same as Yun Ting, all of them were around one meter seven or eight, but he looked more literary, with a scholarly spirit. The eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are full of stars, and he is already very handsome from his appearance.

It has been ten days since Zhang Banxian came to Julu County, and in these ten days, he quickly gained Zhang Jiao's trust, so he can stand here now. Originally, there was no place for him, but Tang Zhou died, so he appeared here.

He wanted to change, and so he showed up.

"Let's all sit down." Zhang Jiao stretched out his hands, pressed his palms down gently, and said slowly. When Zhang Bao and the others heard this, they didn't sit down immediately, but watched Zhang Jiao sit down, and then everyone sat on the empty chair according to their seniority, but there were still three spare chairs, and it was clear that someone did not come.

"Yunting, half-immortal, you come here." After Zhang Jiao saw everyone sitting down, he bowed his head lightly, and then said.

Yun Ting was stunned, not knowing what was going to happen, but like Zhang Banxian, he walked towards the high platform. Two people walked on the same road with the same pace, the same frequency, and went up to the high platform from the wooden ladder on the side. Standing on the platform that was three people wide, Yun Ting walked to the other side and stood on the right side of Zhang Jiao, his face was flat, and he quietly held his hands behind. Zhang Banxian walked to Zhang Jiao's right hand, squinting slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The height is unbearable, Yun Ting knows that Zhang Jiao's mood at this time must be extremely bad, and anyone who is betrayed by someone close to him can't bear it.

"Some of you must ask, he is an anomaly, how can he be qualified, why can he stand by the side of the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao Zhang Tianshi!" Zhang Jiao pointed to the clouds.

"Some of you must also ask why he is qualified to stand by the side of Zhang Jiao, a great sage and good teacher, not long after he came to the sect." Zhang Jiao pointed to Zhang Banxian again.

"You must have many questions about why I postponed the uprising." Zhang Jiao paused, two rays of rhino light burst out of his eyes, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, revealing its sharpness at this moment.

Under such a gaze, everyone under the high stage, whether it was Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, or those established commanders, all bowed their heads slightly to express their respect.

"I tell you now, there is no negativity, your great sage is now dead! Without Lingyun, maybe Tang Zhou would have succeeded in informing, and at that time, there were many pious believers who wanted to cry blood and throw their heads. I remember that the negative maniac said something to me, the interests are moving. I also remember that Lingyun said to me, strange paths. I'm not a god, so I can't guess your heart, so I'll just ask you, are you ready? Are you ready to reverse the sky in front of me and turn the sky upside down? Zhang Jiao's cold voice, word by word, pointed directly at the hearts of everyone, and even faintly had the meaning of torturing himself.

Every word makes people tremble, like thunder in their ears, in their minds, and in their hearts, reverberating and vibrating. It is surprising that if the person is not strong-willed, at this moment, his feet may be weak, or even the whole person will be slumped in the chair. But no one in this is there. None of those who are ready to be thieves are small and negative. There is no one who shrinks his eggs at this moment, at the moment when he is about to act.

"Big brother (great sage and good teacher), we are all ready, swear to defend the yellow scarf to the death, and spread the light of the yellow sky! Swear to be peaceful, swear to change the sky! The voices of the crowd were extremely firm and neat, and even Yun Ting was a little enthusiastic on the high platform! This is the Yellow Turban, no matter how much filth and darkness is produced later, but its starting point is good! If Zhang Jiao hadn't died in his previous life, maybe the situation in the entire Three Kingdoms would have changed, and if Yun Ting in his previous life had the personal charm of Zhang Jiao who made all the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai admire and swear to follow, then the Yellow Turban would not fight on their own, they would be twisted into a single force, and then changed slightly, then it would be unmatched.

But it's just a matter of thinking, just like someone said that revolutions are all about bloodshed. Nothing is pure, for the people, for the people, it's just a lie, there will always be innocent people who are involved and killed, whether they want to or not, whether they want it or not. Someone will make a choice for them, show great righteousness, and speak big words.

Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. Shed your blood, whether it is righteous or not, and keep the blood of your own, the blood of others, and the blood of the innocent. In history, this kind of thing is nothing more than that, even in the year of the Common Era, and in the year of the Tianyuan Era, it is still the same. Yes, it's just the general trend, rolling everyone forward.

If you don't want to, you die on the road, or you are carried, rolling all the way to the end, and finally you are embarrassed. There are retrogrades, after all, they are hit head-on by people who are in line with them, and after they are bumping into their heads, they are not known where to be taken by inertia, or they are trampled to death and trampled into dust. There are those who run, lead the tide along the way, fall, are killed by people who are going against the road, or are trampled by their own people, and finally reach the end, and there are only a few people in the high places outside the station.

Let's talk about the Yellow Turban Uprising, in fact, most of the Yellow Turban soldiers who swept the world were old, weak, sick and disabled, and they were coerced. They don't care about the sky, they only care about whether they can eat and who can give them food. Between the two choices of survival and death, they choose to survive. However, there is no life, death is just far away.

In the Yellow Turban Army, these old, weak, sick and disabled people are used as advance troops, used to fill the traps of the city, consume the bows and arrows of the city, and also use them as temptations. They are the ones who are most likely to die in battle, and they are also the ones who do not have enough to eat, and in the competition with those who are young and strong, how can it be their turn to eat. Even many commanders knew and acquiesced to the oppression of these old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers by those who were physically strong. It's just that the former is more useful than the latter compared to the two.

This is the Yellow Turban Army where Yun Ting was in his previous life, and it is also the Yellow Turban Army in history, and it will be the current Yellow Turban Army. Yun Ting couldn't see right from wrong, he only knew that these people just couldn't live and couldn't eat enough under the rule of the sky of the Han Dynasty, but under the yellow sky of "them", they died quickly.

Yun Ting looked at everyone, and suddenly felt a little excited. When he stood on a high place, he saw not the same scenery and the same world as these people, but the changes of the entire empire for thousands of years. Lonely, the high places are indeed lonely, and the wind brought up is slightly cold, but it has become a biting cold in the heart.

For the yellow scarf, he no longer has the love he had in his previous life, and his enthusiasm has cooled down at this moment. Yun Ting was confused, felt the cold, and tightened his robe. Anterior? He can't see the road, this road is a dead end, after all, the whole world is the enemy, ambushed on all sides, embattled, he doesn't know if what he did was right or not.

Yun Ting raised his head and looked at the blue sky, stunned. He didn't know what Zhang Jiao was talking about, he watched, looked at the sky, there were clouds, and those smiling faces in his previous life. They are fearless, they persevere, they have laughed with him, cried together, bathed in blood together, and held a cup of loess together.

"yes, for them. Dead, I also have to live. Even if it is a dead end, you have to live and die with them. Yun Ting once escaped, owed once, will not run again, will pay back. Yun Ting muttered softly. Lowering his head, a warm smile appeared on his face. Just like then, with them with the same smile, such warmth, such laughter.

He laughed.

Zhang Banxian suddenly lowered his eyes, and a little cold glint flashed in his eyes. Extremely cold, with chills.