It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

"How to die?

Master once taught us that dynasties and aristocratic families have a symbiotic relationship.

With today's communication capabilities, most grassroots management needs to be maintained by local officials and aristocratic families.

When the dynasty was prosperous, the aristocratic family, as the main force of the dynasty, carefully survived.

When the dynasty declines, these aristocratic families will stand up little by little.

Gradually occupy a dominant position in the game.

And once they take control of the army.

That would be the beginning of the end of the dynasty.

Now the imperial court allows various state pastors and local county guards to recruit soldiers. This is what I want to see. "

An inexplicable light flashed in Zhang Jiao's eyes.

“We just have to hold on a little longer, a little longer.

Let the various local governors become bigger.

Breeding undue ambition.

The royal power was weakened and social order collapsed.

This behemoth is bound to come to an end. "

"But brother, what if after the collapse of the Han Dynasty, the next dynasty still oppresses the people?"

"The next dynasty?"

Zhang Jiao laughed freely.

“They don’t dare, at least not in a short period of time.

Because we have been here. "

. . .

Seeing many states and departments losing one after another.

The Han Dynasty finally activated their famous generals, Lu Zhi and Huangpu Song.

In addition, countless passionate young people are gradually emerging in this wave of the times.

There are the famous rangers from all over the country, the gatekeepers from the capital city of Luoyang, and the famous tigers in Jiangzuo.

The situation gradually began to reverse.

One after another, the Yellow Turban Qushuai died in the hands of the famous generals of the Han Dynasty.

As Zhang Jiao said, compared with this country with hundreds of years of history, the foundation of Taiping Road is too poor.

However, Zhang Jiao still did not give up the fight.

Because he has seen that the golden dragon formed by the big man's four hundred years of luck is slowly showing cracks.

Over Guangzong City.

The three Zhang Jiao brothers retreated here with the main force of the Yellow Turban Army.

The famous generals of the Han Dynasty also gathered here.

At this time, the three brothers were confronting an old man.

Although there was only one person on the other side, none of them dared to relax at all.

Because that was a senior tenth-level warrior.

Although Zhang Jiao accidentally broke through the tenth level during the battle.

But there is still a big gap compared with this old man.

"Zhang Jiao."

The old man looked at the Taoist priest in front of him, with regret flashing in his eyes.

“Now that the Yellow Turbans have become strangers, why should they continue to resist and only increase casualties?

You surrender.

I, Lu Zhi, am of some use to Your Majesty.

Although I can't save the lives of the three of you, I can save the innocent soldiers in your hands.

Millions of Yellow Turban soldiers are so innocent.

Why bother committing more crimes of killing? "

"Oh, surrender?"

Zhang Jiao's face was pale and he seemed to have been seriously injured.

He held on and said.

"Pindao has heard of Mr. Lu Zhi's name for a long time.

But surrender was absolutely out of the question. "

"Why?"

"Mr. Lu Zhi, don't you think that the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were bewitched by poor Taoists and took up arms to fight against the imperial court?"

"Is not it?"

"hehe."

Zhang Jiao's smile was full of ridicule.

"You people who stand on high heaven, how can you care about the life and death of the people?

We stand up just to survive.

Who would be willing to risk beheading to rebel if they could avoid starving to death? "

“The imperial court has already allocated relief food.

Although I can't eat enough, I won't starve to death. "

"Old sir, I respect you as a great scholar in this world, so please don't say such childish words.

After so many years in power, how much relief food do you think can be distributed to the people?

If the people don't face the dilemma of starving to death, who would be willing to sell their land and let you gentry peel off their skin and draw their blood? "

Zhang Jiao became more and more excited as he talked.

He pointed to the two young soldiers guarding the city below.

"You know, he, Zhang Daniu, and he, Zhao Ergou, each of them originally had three or four brothers, and their parents are still alive.

But when they participated in my Taiping Dao uprising, they were the only ones left.

Guess where the other relatives went? "

"where?"

Lu Zhi had a bad feeling in his heart.

"When we are hungry, people eat each other!"