"Bai Shuo, do you believe me?" Zhang Jiao suddenly lowered his head to look at him: "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand ......"

Bai Shuo took a deep breath, constantly thinking in his heart, it was always right to agree with his words at this time, nodded and said: "Naturally, it is precisely because of belief that everyone gathered under the command of the general, hoping to create a prosperous era of Huangtian." ”

"yes, trust me." Zhang Jiao seemed to be laughing at himself with a wry smile: "Believe me......"

"At the beginning, everyone thought I was crazy, I said that Zuo Ci Immortal gave me three volumes of Taoism, but everyone didn't believe it, even Ah Liang thought I was lying to him."

"Only Zhang Baoken believes in me, I believe that my brother will not lie to him, he has been willing to believe me since he was a child, like a fool."

Bai Shuo wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Later, more and more people believed in me, everyone believed that only by opening up a new era can we live, and only by resisting can we continue to survive, but in the bottom of my heart, I just want a peaceful life."

"It's all a group of poor guys, forced by the government to live anymore, to the point that even if they become a dog, they can't continue to live, only to understand that the world has decayed, they don't believe in me, it's just the peaceful and prosperous world I promised them."

"Only Zhang Bao has always believed what I say, just believed me, and not because of anything else. When I said that the sky was dead, he believed that I was the hero who created the era, and others were looking forward to the future, but he was looking forward to me, and you also realized it, right? Zhang Jiao suddenly looked at Bai Shuo: "Everyone thinks that you are a hero, relying on you, worshipping you, everything has turned into a burden, and the people who are pressed are out of breath." ”

"Adoring this kind of thing is the harshest emotion, as long as you let them down a little, they will leave you, heroes are such funny things."

"Only Zhang Bao...... That kid really believes in me. Zhang Jiao's voice became deeper and lower, looking at the Fire God Scepter in his hand: "Only if he believes in me, he will revere Huang Tianshengshi, even if I fail, he will help me get up, and then carry me forward." ”

"...... like a fool"

He looked at the pale face in the coffin, his voice hoarse as that of rotten wood, but he did not cry.

He is Zhang Jiao, a great sage and a good teacher, and a hero of the Yellow Turban, and heroes are not allowed to cry.

The last person who can tolerate his cowardly crying, has died, his most important relatives and brother.

But he couldn't even cry.

"General, please mourn." Bai Shuo could feel the sorrow in his heart, and could only comfort her dryly: "I believe that General Zhang Bao will believe in you until he dies." ”

"yes, he'd definitely think so." Zhang Jiao smiled as if he was crying, mocking himself: "I don't even believe myself anymore." ”

Zhang Jiao looked at the map on the table and shook his head: "This is Julu, the place where I led everyone to revolt, and in a short time, everyone may die here......"

"Look at it now, Huang Tiansheng ...... It's really like a dream, it's a dream after all, it's time to wake up......"

"If it's a dream, it's good to make it come true!" Bai Shuo suddenly raised his voice: "It is precisely because of the dream that the general has come to this point, so why not keep going!" General Zhang Bao doesn't want the general to stop there! ”

Zhang Jiao was stung by Bai Shuo's words, raised his head and glared at him angrily, but finally leaned back in the chair weakly and said nothing.

"General, you also have a dream! Huang Tian should stand, on the first day I came here, someone said to me, everyone believes in the general's dream, Huang Tiansheng will come true, why should the general give up first! ”

"It's a dream that will wake up after all." Zhang Jiao leaned back in his chair, no longer looking like the lion-like man.

"What if you wake up!" Bai Shuo suddenly slapped his hands on his table, leaned forward, and roared in a low voice: "At least I have had a dream, at least I have dreamed!" Now that I'm awake, I should make my dream come true! ”

"Or else...... Isn't that meaningless? Bai Shuo clasped the table and said in a low voice: "The blood that everyone shed is meaningless!" ”

"The so-called ideal is something that you can't forget even if you are blind, your hand is broken, your leg is lame, you can't speak, your body hurts, and you can't forget it even if you are about to die in the next moment!"

As if touching something in his heart, Bai Shuo's hesitation and helplessness since his blindness, as well as his decadence, turned into anger and surged up.

This is a truth that even blind people who are not qualified to have dreams understand!

He couldn't suppress his impulsiveness and unceremoniously roared, "Why give up?!" At least everyone is still there! ”

Zhang Jiao was silent, bowing his head, as if he was about to die, but as if something new was born, like a fire about to be extinguished, jumping, struggling, unwilling to disappear.

It is the fire and dreams that swell in the hearts of men, and once lost, there is nothing.

That kind of scorching flame, even if it is constantly tormenting his heart and making his pain uncontrollable, he is unwilling to let go for a moment.

"Bai Shuo......" Zhang Jiao raised his head and looked at the blindfolded angry man in front of him.

"Will you believe in my ideals? Even if it's the ridiculous Huang Tiansheng, are you willing to believe it? ”

"That's why I'm here because I believe." Bai Shuo understood something, and suddenly laughed: "I believe that you will definitely win, so I came to your command." ”

"Are you willing to hold high the banner of the yellow sky even if you die?"

The wildfire in the man's heart is spreading, and the flame that was once on the verge of extinguishing is rekindling, a wildfire that even torrential rain and the ocean cannot extinguish.

"We believe that this is the only truth in the world."

"So...... Fight for it! Zhang Jiao slowly stood up, his original old expression was full of fighting spirit again, and the unquenchable fire reflected in his eyes: "Even if I die, there are people who are willing to continue fighting." ”

"General, you won't die, everyone won't die." Bai Shuo shook his head and looked at the map on the table: "Even if it is the current predicament, I have a way to solve it." ”

He raised his head to meet the sunlight from the skylight of the tent: "I already have a way......

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The sun in the sky radiated a scorching light, and even the black clouds were blown away by the sweeping wind, not a good weather in the ordinary sense, and the heat was so hot that people hallucinated, as if the air had turned into boiling hot water.

Last night, the last army that responded to the crusade against the Yellow Turbans arrived, and the general He Jin, who was sitting in the big tent of the Chinese army, planned to launch a general attack today, and he was determined to completely destroy the Yellow Turbans today.

"For the sake of the Han family." He Jin said last night as he looked at all the generals who responded.

"Even if it's for the Han family, this kind of weather is too torturous, right?" The burly man with a black face and a heavy iron spear leaned against a shady corner, and let out a wreck.

Even if it's a little shady, it's just a comparison, and the scorching wind envelops everything, and there's no way to hide from it.

The long-bearded man with a red face, still sitting solemnly in this scorching weather, and the neatly dressed man touched his beard: "Yide, is your ambition only so little?" Knocked down by the heat. ”

"I'm just scratching, if you fight in this weather, it must be very exciting." The black-faced man leaned against the wall without paying attention, and said with a smile full of expectation, "Yes, Liu Bei." (In the game, he bowed after the Yellow Turban Rebellion)

"Yes." The young man looked at the map in his hand, constantly thinking about the tactics that the enemy might be doing, and nodded.

"But ......" The black-faced man was about to continue to say something, but he felt a slight shock on the back of his head.

It was a shock from the depths of the earth, the sound that echoed from the far away earth, transmitted along the deepest medium, had become subtle, but it made him squint, and he leaned on the wall and tried to listen to the faint voice: "Listen......

"This is ......" Liu Bei put his ear against the wall, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart: "The Yellow Turban Army is ready to ......"

A loud voice suddenly came from the mouth of the scout on horseback: "The rebel is ready to break out!" ”

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This chapter, written and written, is a bit of a middle two.

But this is indeed what I thought when I was a teenager, what is the so-called ideal?

There is a slight gaffe, and please include it among readers.