"I hope that after I die, General will treat these Yellow Scarves Warriors well for three years.”
In the end, Zhang Jiao could not bear to waste his efforts. He wanted the Yellow-scarved Warrior to follow Chen Feng and witness the moment the Great Han Dynasty was destroyed.
Chen Feng looked at the surviving 1,000 Yellow-scarved Strongmen. Treat them well for three years? What about three years later?
Chen Feng did not ask. He nodded and said,"As long as they don't betray me, I can let them roam the battlefield and make a name for themselves.”
" Thank you, General. Cough, cough!"
Zhang Jiao wanted to laugh, but he coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body was already on the verge of collapse, and he could not hold on for much longer.
Chen Feng's eyes flashed. In his memory, it was because Zhang Jiao died that Lu Zhi broke through Guangzong.
Now it seemed that even without his appearance, Guangzong would not be able to hold on for long.
"This is for you. It might be useful to you.”
Zhang Jiao took out a yellowed book and threw it over." What a pity. I only need 30,000 Yellow Turban Warriors to attack Luoyang and kill that fatuous ruler.”
It was Tang Zhou's fault for telling on them, and he had no choice but to raise his army in advance and only refine these 3,000 Yellow-scarved Strongmen.
If the righteous soldiers had the upper hand, these three thousand Yellow Scarves Warriors would be like a tiger with wings.
However, the Yellow Turban Warriors were defeated too quickly and completely, rendering the three thousand Yellow Turban Warriors useless.
Chen Feng fell silent. If there were 30,000 Yellow-scarved Strongmen, Zhang Jiao would probably be able to kill his way into Luoyang before he could even bring his troops here.
The Yellow-scarved Strongman was indeed heaven-defying in this era.
To an ordinary army, they were indeed extremely strong, impenetrable, and unkillable.
If there were 30,000 of such troops, they would be invincible to ordinary troops.
Unfortunately, Tang Zhou's snitch disrupted all of Zhang Jiao's plans.
In a hurry, only these three thousand Yellow Scarf Strongmen wouldn't be of much use.
"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity."
Zhang Jiao sighed three times in a row, each louder than the last. The last one was shouted with all his strength.
As the voice faded, Zhang Jiao fell to the ground, dead.
"Big brother!" Zhang Liang cried out in grief and rushed over to catch his big brother's body.
"We will always follow the Celestial Master!"
One thousand Yellow Scarf Warriors shouted in unison. They held their sabers to their necks and instantly beheaded themselves.
They were Zhang Jiao's most loyal and fanatical believers.
In order to accomplish Zhang Jiao's grand goal, they had willingly turned into this half-human, half-ghost appearance.
Even if he only had three years of lifespan, he didn't care.
Chen Feng and the others fell silent. They were shocked by the Yellow-scarved Strongman's loyalty.
There were many loyal people in this world, but how many people could die for their lord without hesitation like them?
"In the past, we made a living by collecting herbs. However, the fatuous ruler was tyrannical and bought and sold official positions.
I only wish that I could kill the fatuous ruler with my own hands.”
Zhang Liang was filled with grief and indignation. He picked up a large knife and committed suicide.
Chen Feng and the others fell silent for a long time.
A fatuous monarch has no way to buy and sell official positions.
Chen Feng drove away the Wuhuan of Liaodong and guarded the Han people of Liaodong. However, he was given the title of Divine Wind General without any real power.
Those who had no achievements could buy any official position with money, as long as they had enough money.
Such an emperor was indeed rare and muddle-headed to a certain level.
"The emperor is fatuous, and treacherous officials are in power. The Great Han Dynasty is not far from destruction.”
Chen Feng said softly as he looked at Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang's corpses.
Although the Yellow Turban Uprising was destined to fail, it was not completely useless.
They had shaken the foundation of the Great Han Dynasty and accelerated its destruction.
The real chaotic world was about to arrive.
Zhao Yun glanced at Chen Feng and did not say anything.
Not long after Zhang Liang's death, Lu Zhi, Liu Bei, and the others arrived.
"Divine Wind General, where are Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang?”
Liu Bei asked impatiently, still fantasizing if he could pick up the loot.
"Isn't that so?"
Chen Feng pointed at Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang's corpses and pouted.
"All dead?"
Liu Bei was a little disappointed. He could not pick up anything. All the credit had been taken by Chen Feng.
"Haha! Zi Lin is really the general of our Han Dynasty. The first credit in this battle is none other than Zi Lin.”
Lu Zhi laughed heartily. Once Zhang Jiao died, the rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers were not a problem.
Chen Feng smiled." General, you flatter me. However, not all of these Yellow Turban troublemakers are Zhang Jiao's believers." Most of them were just trying to make a living, hoping that the general would treat them well.”
"I do want to protect them, but His Majesty is furious. If I bring these captives back to Luoyang, I'm afraid…" Lu Zhi hesitated for a moment.
Hearing this, Liu Bei immediately said," General, you are right. I am not talented. I am willing to share your worries. I can accept some of the Yellow Turban captives and guide them to good."”
Since these Yellow Turban captives could follow Zhang Jiao, they were naturally not weak.
At the very least, it was much stronger than the team formed by his refugees.
If he could recruit some of these captives and train them into his own army, his strength would greatly increase.
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