saints

Could this be some kind of fate?

Unfortunately, Zhang Jiao is doomed to fail.

Therefore, he, Nanhua, is also doomed to fail.

How can you succeed by relying on opportunistic methods? "

In fact.

Those are not important.

Although the imperial court is corrupt, if it continues to fight among itself, it may exhaust the heritage of the Han people.

"Forget it, who told me that I was once a Han Chinese."

Jiang Xiao sighed, "It is precisely because of the formation of the Three Kingdoms era that internal fighting consumes strength, which eventually led to the occurrence of the Wuhu chaos."

In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, Jiang Xiao decided to strengthen the strength of the Han people.

Even if it is not easy to manage.

He will do the same.

"Look for an opportunity, let's spread the world."

Jiang Xiao secretly said: "Only the common people in the world have become masters and become strong.

Han people will not be bullied.

Most people are actually good people. "

But now, the time is not yet ripe.

Moreover, how to go to Wubu Tianxia is also a problem.

"When Cao Mengde comes next time, let him give advice."

Jiang Xiao secretly said: "If such a talent is not used, it will be wasted instead."

Cao Mengde is a talent, Jiang Xiao has no reason to waste it, nor does he want to waste it.

But now, Wubu Tianxia is just a plan in his mind.

Cao Cao didn't know that there was no way for him to seek the Tao.

Now Jiang Chi actually wants to spread the world with martial arts.

This is incredible.

If he knew, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable.

front.

Cao Cao is commanding the army. After practicing martial arts, relying on some of his methods, he can easily sit in a high position.

No longer controlled by the family.

Or.

Because of the appearance of Jiang Xiao, the status quo has changed to a certain extent.

Cao Cao knew even more that only by beheading the Yellow Turban Army can he make great contributions.

Emperor Ling is getting old, and it should be time to die soon.

Wait until he dies.

Cao Cao felt that his chance had come.

Can flex its muscles.

Maybe he also has the opportunity to become a strong one.

giant deer.

Zhang Jiao's base camp is also the place where the Yellow Turban Army is the most numerous.

Looking at the scenery outside, Zhang Jiao felt a little emotional as time went by, "It's really fast, isn't this what it feels like to be defeated like a mountain?"

He has had days of bad news in a row.

Can't beat it. Can't beat it.

What's more, there are no crouching dragons and phoenixes among the people who came here, which has already made him feel troublesome.

A sigh.

"I knew I was going to fail."

Zhang Jiao muttered to himself, "Although this day came sooner and more suddenly, it's too late for me to regret it now."

He looked dazed, his heart was filled with helplessness and anger.

If he hadn't listened to Nanhua's tricks back then, if he had followed his heart.

Will the ending be different?

Maybe it will.

"But now, I have no choice."

Zhang Jiao shook his head, thinking: "I don't know if I can save most of my brothers?"

If you do something wrong, someone will naturally be held accountable.

no doubt.

Zhang Jiao, as the leader of the Yellow Turban bandits, must bear the brunt of it, and he must take responsibility.

But the question is, what about the brothers who followed him to do things?

Do they also have a chance of surviving.

Or, under the encirclement and suppression of the imperial army, is it a dead end in the end?

Chapter 1803 Divine Power

giant deer.

Zhang Jiao looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

There were many people who followed him, and they fell one by one.

Ended in the worst possible way.

"If I hadn't launched the disturbance, would they still be alive?"

Zhang Jiao pondered, "Although it's difficult, at least I'm still alive."

But now, even living has become a luxury.

A kind of meaningless thing.

What should I do?

In fact.

The mob is just the mob, and it cannot be compared with the regular army at all.

Especially in this era, the army has not been corrupted yet, and still has a certain combat effectiveness.

Under such circumstances.

The people who caused Zhang Jiao were just some rabble.

Just a group of ants.

Without military discipline at all, there is no combat effectiveness at all.

In the end it led to a very tragic end.

Originally, he still wanted to pursue some ideals, and even wanted to save the common people in the world.

This is the scene where Nan Hua used it. If such ideas did not exist, how could Nan Hua take advantage of it.

pity.

Nan Hua is now dead.

The problems facing the Yellow Turbans persist.

The encirclement and suppression by the imperial court, and some problems that cannot be broken through.

lead to a very tragic result in the end.

Countless yellow scarves died under the iron cavalry of the imperial court, and the original sharp land conflict was alleviated at once.

"Did i do something wrong?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the remaining Yellow Turbans in confusion, feeling very confused.

Rebel against this kind of thing.

He never thought about it at first, but later saw that the common people couldn't survive.

He listened to Nanhua's flicker and began to create Taipingdao, and based on Taipingdao, he began to create the Yellow Turban Army.

Headed by the Yellow Turban Army, conquer the world.

but now……

Zhang Jiao looked at the scene in front of him blankly, feeling really overwhelmed and unable to calm down.

He thought that he could overthrow the corrupt Han Dynasty and create a new dynasty where everyone has food.

The reality is cruel.

The people he formed were killed and injured one after another.

Even Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang couldn't hold on anymore.

"Brother, now that our Yellow Turban Army is retreating steadily, what should we do?"

He was a little dazed. As Zhang Jiao's younger brother, Zhang Bao had always regarded Zhang Jiao as his idol.

But now his heart is very clueless.

lost.

The Yellow Turban Army has been defeated.

"From the very beginning, I knew I was going to lose."

Zhang Jiao sighed, "It doesn't matter if I die or not, but it's a pity for my brothers."

The good boy died like this.

Zhang Jiao's heart has long been miserable, and his face is gloomy, "Today, all this is coming to an end."

If you can't win, you can't win.

No chance means no chance, and you can't blame others.

"Brother, why don't we run away?" Zhang Liang said, "There is still time to escape, and there is still a chance."

If those people from the imperial court were called over, I'm afraid there would be no chance.

At that time, there will be no life, only a dead end.

"run?"

Zhang Jiao shook his head and said, "We can run, but what happens after we run?"

What should I do?

They can run, but many brothers can't run, and the countless yellow scarf soldiers can't run either.

"Brother, do you want to stick to it?"

Zhang Liang widened his eyes and asked, "Now we have no way to continue the fight."

"Then let those under your command who are willing to surrender surrender, there is no chance anyway."