The next day.
The sun had just risen.
The entire Tianyue Mountain was golden.
In the center of Red Cliff Camp, a red flag was raised in the wind.
The five hundred plus youngsters stood in a row, their eyes burning as they stared at the Windward Flag.
The Qiao clansmen, who were literate in the camp, lined up in front. There were also Red Cliff soldiers around them, and the people in the camp were watching.
Among them, there were those who held grudges, but there were also those who looked forward to it.
"Thump."
"Thump."
"Thump."
Three drums sounded.
Liao Hua, Zhou Jin, Huang Qi, and Zhao Yi put on their armor and came.
"Pata."
"Pata."
Wang Xiong was dressed in coarse linen.
Holding the hilt at his waist, he stepped onto a high platform like a dragon and a tiger.
"My lord."
"My lord."
The youngest son, the soldiers, and the people shouted enthusiastically.
Wang Xiong, the leader of the Red Cliff camp, the commander of the Red Cliff Army.
When they were in the darkness, it was the only light that could break through the haze.
"Everyone."
Wang Xiong said.
In an instant, the entire camp fell silent.
Qiao Rui, a member of the Qiao family, was shocked.
They had not expected that Wang Xiong's reputation in this camp had already reached such a level.
"Five years ago."
"Dong Zhuo is minting money in Chang 'an."
"Five hundred thousand dollars for a bushel of grain, two hundred thousand dollars for beans and wheat. People eat each other, bones are piled up, remains and meat are left, and the roads are smelly.”
"Three years ago."
"The South is flooded, Jing Yang is in trouble."
"Every family has the pain of zombies, every house has the grief of crying, or the door is closed, or the whole family is destroyed.”
"Have you all forgotten about this?"
Wang Xiong's gaze was fierce, his words were like knives that echoed in the mountains.
"I dare not forget."
"Never forget."
In an instant, an angry roar shook the world.
The Yellow Turban Army was a remnant party, and many people joined the camp later.
Whether it was the currency being issued randomly or the plague spreading in Jing Yang, they had all experienced hardship.
"The people are suffering."
"But the wine and meat of the Shi clan stinks."
Wang Xiong raised his saber and pointed it at the sky. He said sternly," The despotic plunders our fields and the aristocrats enslave our people. They are despicable and greedy. They rob us of our vitality and trample on our dignity. They want to trample us into the dust and turn us into nourishment for the aristocrats. Are you willing to be killed?”
"No."
"I would rather die than be willing."
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The youngest son was furious, and the eyes of the commoners were bloodshot.
The four thousand Red Cliff Army soldiers raised their weapons and roared, their killing cries soaring into the sky.
"Hiss."
"Kill Yingtian."
Qiao Rui's heart trembled as she spoke in a low voice.
More than ten members of the Qiao Clan couldn't stand it and trembled under the murderous aura.
"This is war."
"A war that has already begun."
"Perhaps there will be sacrifices, or perhaps we will perish in the war, but only by fighting will we win!”
"Today, the Red Cliff Army will be the vanguard of your journey. Even if we die in battle and our flesh and blood return to dust, we will still be passed down through the ages!”
"The five hundred children are the future of the Red Cliff Army.”
"From today onwards, you must study for the rise of the Red Cliff Army.”Wang Xiong's words were impassioned, his blood surging, sonorous and forceful as he encouraged the hearts of the people.
"Red Cliff will win."
"My lord will definitely win."
"To study for the rise of the Red Cliff Army."
At this moment, Red Cliff's camp was filled with shouts.
The hearts of the children, the people, and the soldiers were unprecedentedly united and excited.
If it was said that a few days ago, Wang Xiong had inherited Wang Meng's will and made a name for himself in the Tianyue Mountain, then at this moment, he was suppressing the camp with his own strength.
"School starts."
Wang Xiong put away his long saber and walked towards the meeting hall.
He had already completed the task of motivating the people and using them for his own use.
From now on, there was only one voice in the Sky Peak Mountain, and that was himself.
"Patriarch."
"This person is extraordinary."
Qiao Shun's eyes were filled with shock and horror.
The sun was high in the sky, and the people gathered. An unparalleled oath actually caused the world to change color and the mountains to tremble.
This was something they had never seen before and would remember for the rest of their lives.
"Ambitious."
"A true hero."
Qiao Rui pinched her beard and said in horror.
On this day.
School reopened at Red Cliff camp.
Five hundred young children, nearly thirty teachers to teach.
Everyone advanced together. Even the clumsy youngest son buried himself in his studies with great ambition.
To study for the rise of the Red Cliff Army was an oath that was engraved in their bones and blood. Even if they were to die in a horse's leather and die in the dust, they would never forget it.
This was a transformation.
From bandits to the Red Cliff Army.
Whether it was the people or the soldiers, after this baptism, they would wash away the Yellow Turban brand and become the Red Cliff Army.
They would no longer think of themselves as bandits.
Instead, it was an army of justice established to resist suffering and plunder.
"Young Master."
"You are making an enemy of the world."
Da Qiao followed Wang Xiong's footsteps, his voice filled with anxiety.
The Red Cliff Army had always been a scourge of bandits, and today's oath had practically placed the entire camp on the opposite side of the aristocrats. This was the path to death.
"Pata."
Wang Xiong turned around.
Da Qiao said fearlessly," The world is ruled by the aristocrats. If Young Master's words today were to spread, he would definitely become the target of public criticism."”
"Do I have a choice?"
Wang Xiong's gaze was incomparably fierce.
Cao Cao, Liu Biao, Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao, Sun Ce.
These formidable enemies were all from aristocratic families.
Even Liu Bei, who had risen to prominence later, had the title of being a relative of the Han clan, while he was just the head of the Yellow Turbans.
In this era where fame was important.
If he wanted to conquer the world, he couldn't use the descendants of the aristocrats.
There were no officials who could govern the world, no generals who were good at fighting, and the only people he could mobilize were the suffering people who were enveloped by natural and man-made disasters.
Therefore, he never had a choice.
Becoming enemies with the aristocrats was the same as becoming enemies with the world?
Even if this path was full of thorns and strong enemies, there was only one way to go.
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