"It's me."

Cheng Liu lowered his head and looked at him, there was no joy in his eyes, but some sadness.

If Zhang Jiao's strategists have a force, even if the 300,000 soldiers and horses hit their heads, they can also break through the gate of the Beijing Division.

But this is already a doomed fact, the defeat is like a mountain, and even many henchmen in the mansion have absconded overnight, and the spies reported that there are 100 guards outside the mansion, but in the end only more than ten people were found.

In this house, only Zhang Jiao sat alone on the ground.

"I've heard of the name for a long time, but when I see it today, it's really extraordinary. I have gone to the general trend, I am weak to return to the sky, this Han dynasty can't be defeated, and the poor people are still overwhelmed by the powerful warlords, but I tried my best, and Zhang is worthy of it. ”

Cheng Liu ordered someone to bring two chairs, one to sit down on himself, and one to hand to Zhang Jiao.

"It's true, but you could have done better."

Zhang Jiao looked at him, his cloudy eyes seemed a little dull, and his face was full of decadence, and his twilight was solemn.

"The momentum of the soldiers, it is easy to recover when you go, I can't lose anymore, and now you can see the situation in front of me clearly, when I am a person who is half buried in the loess, either give me a good time now, or torture it on the street first, in short, become a king and lose a villain, let you deal with it."

Cheng Liu took a deep breath and suddenly asked for no reason.

"Zhang Jiao, do you know where you lost?"

Zhang Jiao struggled to open his cloudy eyes, but instead smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not."

Cheng Liu continued: "You used the banner of peasants to loot money for you to gain momentum, but do you know how many believers who rushed to the north and south were hungry? The most expensive weapon they hold in their hands is a scythe, but it gives you a position to the north. ”

"But what did you do with them in the end? The peasants have changed, their identities have indeed changed, they say they are for the people, but what they do is for their own selfishness, this is your soldiers and horses, but there are more peasants who are ruined and killed, for the world, but is the world fair? You have forged your glory with their blood, and you can't escape this layer of cause and effect. ”

"This is your faith, but in the troubled world, you use your faith to pave the way, it will only make your faith no longer pure, your divine power does not say against the imperial court, even if you defeat Luoyang and take this Han dynasty, it will be destroyed in your hands, you can't govern the world at all, and there is no one around you who can govern the world!"

After saying this, Zhang Jiao sneered, and suddenly said: "Thousands of refugees rushed north to help me, some starved to death on the road, and some died on the battlefield with horse leather shrouds, but even if they don't die, how many more days can they survive if they continue to live in the world?" What is more desperate than hardship and poverty is not hunger, not that the house leaks and rains overnight, but that it always walks in the night, not knowing why it is going, not knowing where the road is, not knowing where the road ends! ”

"Although my body is dead, Mingzhi is still alive! If one day the people can be freed from the sea of suffering, why die?! ”

Cheng Liu looked at his eyes, although they were cloudy, but when he said the last sentence, the light in his eyes was still with starlight, just like the North Star that he kept saying on the night home.

Although my body is dead, Mingzhi is still alive!

"Mr. Cheng, one day you will understand that this defeated country is not how you can defend it, just like the fortune of the Han Dynasty, once it declines, even if the regime changes, it is difficult to return to the top, this is the way to defend it."

Cheng Liu smiled.

He finally understood that later generations had mixed evaluations of Zhang Jiao, but they were all praising him for opening up a new era.

This peasant war, one of the largest forms of religious rebellion, was a success, and a defeat.

But it is tantamount to waking up the alarm to Cheng Liu, who is in troubled times, and water can carry a boat and capsize a boat.

"Let's go, go back to Jingshi."

Cheng Liu glanced at him again and said lightly.

Zhang Jiao was indifferent, and only after a moment did he mutter: "Zhang finally returned to his roots, and he didn't want to leave anymore." ”

Cheng Liutou said without replying: "Then I will satisfy you, come here, bring it in!" ”

The group instantly swarmed up and surrounded Zhang Jiao, but before these people could make a move, Zhang Jiao took the initiative to walk inside.

Cheng Liu opened the gate in the courtyard, and there were already many people outside, and I am afraid everyone had heard what they had said before.

He was not taboo, he originally wanted to make a big scene, but he didn't expect that the process would be much smoother than he imagined.

Zhao Yun followed behind him and asked in a low voice, "What should we do next?" ”

Cheng Liu pointed to the distance and said, "He doesn't want to leave here, but we have to go back too." ”

At three o'clock in the afternoon, there was suddenly an extra notice in the bazaar, Zhang Jiao died of illness on the couch at home, he was not tortured too much before he died, and he was very peaceful before leaving.

The remnants of the Yellow Turbans in the town all hid their faces and wept, and some ran home and closed the door and cried.

This vigorous peasant uprising finally lost four years of scenery than in history, and collapsed under the impetus of Cheng Liu.

The remnants of the remaining remnants fled in all directions, even if they still believed in the Taiping Dao, they did not tie a yellow scarf on their heads, but secretly hid the portrait of Zhang Jiao at home.

In April, the grass grew and the warbler flew, and Cheng Liu and his party continued to go south, and when they passed through Xuzhou, they deliberately stopped and went to see Tao Qian, who had secretly helped him.

The Tao family is not big, and it is not magnificent, and there are not many people in the house, such as Ding and maidservants, etc., compared with the extravagance of the pastoral mansions of various states, Tao Qian's family seems to be much shabby.

But he had many subordinates, and at this time he befriended Liu Xuande, that is, Liu Bei.

When they met that night, Tao Qian originally planned to introduce him, but was later rejected by Cheng Liu.

For no other reason, the time has not yet come.

There is also a real master in his mansion, who looks like a personal guard, but he maintains a normal distance between the slaves and Tao Qian, which makes people confused about the relationship between the two.

At this moment, he was standing on the high wall in the courtyard of the mansion, carrying an old bow and arrow on his back, and his eyes were looking around.

Cheng Liu couldn't help but ask: "At first glance, this person is a person with superb martial arts, is he the guard of your mansion?" ”

Tao Qian touched the corner of the teacup and replied with a relieved face: "Sort of, but I treat him like a nephew, speaking of which, you still have some fate." ”

Cheng Liu smiled: "Really? If I'm not mistaken, he should have saved my life from the Yecheon County Guard. ”

"Looks like you know it all?"

Cheng Liu picked up the teacup and said word by word: "I have helped several times, and it is unforgettable." It's just that I haven't had the opportunity to thank you in person, and today it's rare to have this opportunity, this cup, all of my thoughts. ”