The first year of Xingping.
The Great Han Dynasty was in a state of chaos, and the empire was in a state of sunset.
In the north, Yuan Shao and Gongsun Zan fought, and both sides won and lost.
In the Central Plains, Cao Cao controlled Yanzhou and waved his tens of thousands of troops, opening his path to hegemony.
In the south, Liu Zhang was guarding Yizhou, while Liu Biao was sitting on Jingzhou. Jiangdong, however, was in a situation where the warlords, warlords, and Shan Yue were fighting over it.
Middle reaches of the Yangtze River.
South bank, Jiangxia Red Cliff.
Tianyue Mountain Range, dense peaks, along the river stretching two states and three counties.
At the eastern foot.
In the forest.
The wooden stockade was scattered, and flags were planted all over the ground.
In the center of the camp, a large flag was facing the wind. On the flag, eight big words were written like a brush.
'The heavens are dead."
"The yellow sky shall rise."
The Yellow Turban flag was the place of faith.
Unfortunately, these words had begun to fade after the passage of time.
In the camp, one could vaguely see people shuttling back and forth, and there was also smoke rising from the chimneys.
Every time they passed by the Yellow Turban flag, people would stop for a long time, their eyes filled with confusion and hesitation.
"Yellow Turban Army."
"The remnants of the old era."
"Sooner or later, they will be annihilated by the little tyrant of River East.”
Wang Xiong stood tall and straight, his brows full of heroic spirit. Standing in front of the Yellow Turban flag, his expression was filled with indescribable solemnity and helplessness.
Rebirth.
Transmigration.
This was an indescribable miracle.
Only he understood that he had been through thousands of years of history.
He had once stood on the clouds and witnessed the blood staining the green mountains, the sea of corpses, and the years turning to dust.
He had also witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties. In the end, his soul landed lightly in this camp and became the successor of the Yellow Turban remnants.
Fate? Or perhaps his soul should have returned to this place…
"Young Master."
"Yuan Jian's crime is unforgivable."
A robust youth knelt before the flag and kowtowed.
"Liao Hua."
"My real name is Liao Chun."
"Generations of rich families in Miannan.”
Wang Xiong turned around and stared, his gaze complicated.
Three days ago.
Wang Meng, commander of the Yellow Turban Canal, built a boat with a large boat.
He led hundreds of people to intercept ships in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River.
Unfortunately, when he returned to the camp, he met the patrolling army of Jiangxia Prefecture Governor Huang Zu.
In order to protect Liao Hua, who had just joined the Yellow Turban Army, Wang Meng's heart was pierced by an arrow.
Before he could return to the camp, he died in Tongshan County. His predecessor was Wang Meng's son, but he passed away in grief after hearing the bad news. That was why he took over the magpie's nest.
"Gulp."
Liao Hua looked up.
His eyes were filled with fear as he kept swallowing his saliva.
The Yellow Turban Army had been enemies with the aristocrats since Zhang Jiao's uprising.
It was an indelible fact that he was the descendant of a Miannan family. With his status, once he was suspected, he would definitely be beheaded.
"Get up."
Wang Xiong waved his hand and walked towards the meeting hall.
"Here."
Liao Hua gritted his teeth and followed.
At this moment.
Three people gathered in the meeting hall.
These were the old subordinates of the Yangzhou Yellow Turban.
"Young Master."
"Young Master."
Seeing Wang Xiong enter the hall, the three of them stood up to welcome him.
However, most of the time, he was staring at Liao Hua coldly with killing intent in his eyes.
"Have a seat."
Wang Xiong lifted his robe and sat on a tiger skin chair.
"Here."
The three of them sat down one after another.
"Everyone."
Wang Xiong's gaze swept across the crowd and frowned,"Back then, when the great teacher raised a rebellion, my father followed Wu Huan to battle in Kuaiji. Unfortunately, Wu Huan's commander was killed by Liu Zan in that battle, and my father brought you to Mount Tianyue to become pirates who robbed the river.”
"Yes."
The three of them said respectfully.
"The world is in chaos."
"Never mind Jing state."
Wang Xiong said in a deep voice," A month ago, the imperial court sent Liu Yao, a member of the imperial clan, to take over as the governor of Yangzhou. This person and Yuan Shu are like fire and water. There will definitely be a battle between them. It will be difficult for us to survive in the cracks. If anyone wants to leave the mountain and become a citizen today, I can distribute money and food."”
"Young Master."
"There's no need to say anything more about this matter."
"Today, young master is our canal marshal.”
Instantly, the entire meeting hall was in an uproar, filled with enthusiastic words.
"This…!"
Wang Xiong's eyes were filled with difficulty.
"Canal Marshal."
"I am Zhou Jin, paying my respects to the canal commander."
"I am Huang Qi, paying my respects to the canal commander."
"I, Liao Hua, pay my respects to the canal commander."
Liao Hua, Huang Qi, Zhou Jin, and Zhao Yi all stood up and bowed.
"You…!"
"You guys…!"
Wang Xiong looked helplessly at Liao Hua and the others.
From the future.
He was too clear about the ending of the Three Kingdoms at the end of Han Dynasty.
Ever since Zhang Jiao's death, the Yellow Turban Army, which had stirred up the chaos in the eight provinces, was the remnants of the old era that had been swept into the pile of history.
After the Jian An Year, it was an era where heroes fought for hegemony and the world.
Therefore…
Disband the remnants of the party and go north to Yanzhou.
Following Boss Cao to establish Big Wei was his life plan.
He didn't expect that after his cheapskate father passed away, not only did these remnants of the party not disperse, they even wanted him to be the canal commander?
"Canal Marshal."
Liao Hua gritted his teeth and said," We haven't taken revenge for Chief Wang Meng. Now that the world is in chaos, it's exactly what the great teacher said. We invite Chief Wang to take the throne and carry out the ambition of peace."”
"Not bad."
Huang Qi and the other two's killing intent towards Liao Hua instantly faded.
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