Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

Duan Yu reached out and took the 'Book of Life and Death' handed to him by Liu Baitu, then flipped to the page marked with Youzhou Camp.

The above roughly records the conversation between Cheng Zhiyuan and Deng Mao.

The Yellow Turban Army was composed of a very complex group, and its discipline and loyalty were not as stable as those of officials and aristocratic families.

In the Yellow Turban Army, as long as you have the ability, you may be a refugee today, but you can become a general under the leader tomorrow.

This was mainly because the Yellow Turban Army lacked talent and its formation was too short-lived.

Such a power structure is like a sieve for a professional intelligence agency like the Military Intelligence Bureau, which has been established for more than a year.

Infiltrating such Yellow Turban rebels can be easily accomplished through bribery, infiltration, and threats.

"My lord, the main force of the Yellow Turban Army is now divided into several branches. Although they are nominally under Zhang Jiao's command, each of them has its own plans in secret."

Li Ru slowly said, "If Zhang Jiao were to die, these people would probably be even more difficult to control."

"With the Holy Maiden's prestige, it is probably not enough to control all the Yellow Turban Army."

Duan Yu nodded as he flipped through the 'Book of Life and Death'.

He then returned the 'Book of Life and Death' to Liu Baitu.

What Li Ru said was all unavoidable.

Everyone has selfish motives.

Everyone is the same.

Duan Yu always believed that those who could leave their mark on history and have their names recorded in the vast span of thousands of years of history were never simple figures.

These are all people, individuals.

Even if these people submit to or pledge allegiance to a certain power or individual.

But they all consider their own interests as well.

Humans have seven emotions and six desires; very few are completely tools.

Betrayal is nothing unusual under any power.

Who in the Three Kingdoms period dares to say they have never been betrayed?

No.

Not to mention the Three Kingdoms period, this kind of thing is not unusual in any dynasty.

Take Cheng Zhiyuan as an example for comparison.

He commanded over 100,000 men.

Although the vast majority were refugees, only about ten thousand of them were soldiers capable of fighting, and even they were far stronger than Zhang Niujiao of the Black Mountain Camp.

At this moment, Cheng Zhiyuan felt resentful, which Duan Yu could understand.

but......

It's understandable, but that's not the same as letting things slide.

"We are at a critical juncture now, and killing is not the best option."

Dressed in black casual clothes, Duan Yu rested his hands on the battlements, looking at the Yellow Turban army generals below the sacrificial altar in the distance.

Although the Yellow Turban Army in Yuzhou and Yanzhou has not yet come due to the blockade imposed by the imperial court.

However, by this time, the Yellow Turban Army had grown to as many as 500,000 to 600,000.

Each prefecture has its own minor chieftains, and each state has its own powerful forces.

There were also Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, along with their former remnants, and Zhang Jiao's followers.

These combined, numbering over a dozen, could cause a domino effect, with any action affecting the entire situation.

If things aren't handled properly, they might scatter like birds and beasts as soon as Zhang Jiao dies.

"Wenhe, Zhongde, what do you think of this matter?" Duan Yu asked Jia Xu and Cheng Yu behind him without turning his head.

The two looked at each other.

"I believe we should wait until the vast majority of the refugees have entered Liangzhou before we begin to differentiate them. This will minimize the potential for unforeseen events," Jia Xu said.

Cheng Yu nodded and said, "This subordinate seconds it."

Duan Yu nodded and continued, "Although the number of refugees is less than a million, and we have already made extensive preparations beforehand."

"But preparation is still preparation, and there will be many unexpected events."

"And the specific methods and locations for settling the displaced people after they arrived in Liang."

"You should discuss and come up with a concrete plan on how to resettle these 600,000 refugees, where they will be resettled, and the land use planning. The more detailed the plan, the better."

"Before the refugees arrived in Liangzhou."

"Although most of the problems have been solved, the imperial court will definitely still obstruct and object to the migration of refugees to Liangzhou."

"I estimate... that I will most likely need to make another trip to Luoyang."

"Therefore, this migration of refugees to Liang was divided into three parts, from Jizhou to Bingzhou and then to Liangzhou."

"The most important part is the route from Bingzhou to Liangzhou, which passes through the Sili Commandery. This is of utmost importance and absolutely no problems can be allowed to occur."

"White Butcher".

Duan Yu turned his gaze to Liu Baitu and said, "Keep a close watch on all the generals in the Yellow Turban Army. I need to know what they are thinking and what they are doing."

"I need to know even what they eat every day, what they wear, who they meet, and what they say."

Liu Baitu nodded seriously: "Rest assured, my lord."

Duan Yu took a deep breath.

Running a business involves more than just fighting and killing.

The collapse of the world is inevitable; a peaceful world cannot be achieved through the killing of one person.

What he wanted was a world of lasting peace and stability.

Instead of a world that would immediately fall apart once the group that conquered it was almost all dead.

"The time is almost here, it should begin soon." Duan Yu turned his head to look in the direction of Xiaquyang City.

Woo~

The powerful and long-lasting sound of the horn echoed from the city walls on all four sides of Xiaquyang.

As the horn sounded, the bustling area outside Xiaquyang City immediately fell silent.

dong dong!

dong dong!

dong dong dong dong!

Slow, rhythmic drumbeats accompanied by melodious horn sounds echoed over the city of Xiaquyang.

A procession of Yellow Turban warriors, their leaders draped in yellow turbans and wearing short, earth-yellow tunics, carrying long spears, ran out from the main street extending from both sides of Zhang Jiao's residence.

A light carriage followed closely behind.

A carriage pulled by two horses.

The wheels of the chariot were much larger than those of an ordinary horse-drawn carriage.

The height of the wheels is almost the same as the side rails on both sides.

The carriage railings are the wooden planks on both sides of the carriage.

If a horse-drawn carriage is likened to a family car, then a light carriage is like a convertible sports car.

The carriage was without horses and carriages, but had an umbrella-shaped canopy above it.

Zhang Jiao, dressed in a yellow robe with black patterns, sat in his chariot.

Beside him was Zhang Ning, who was supporting Zhang Jiao with one hand.

At this time, Zhang Ning and Zhang Jiao were wearing similar yellow Taoist robes.

Two yellow ribbons were also hanging on the topknot of her head.

The driver held the reins with both hands, and the horses slowly pulled the carriage along the road from Xiaquyang to the sacrificial altar outside the city to the north.

Duan Yu stood on the city wall, watching the carriage getting closer and closer to him.

As they were about to leave the city and reach the outskirts, Zhang Jiao looked up at Duan Yu on the city wall and nodded slightly.

Zhang Ning also looked up at Duan Yu.

Duan Yu nodded slightly to the two of them.

Following closely behind, the chariot carrying Zhang Jiao slowly drove out of the north gate of Xiaquyang.

As the wheels of the carriage rolled over the drawbridge over the moat, a roaring sound, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, came from all directions.

Although people in the distance could not see Zhang Jiao, or even just the roof of his chariot, they still shouted his name loudly.

The Yellow Turban warriors standing on both sides of the path leading to the altar of Heaven stretched their spears horizontally in a row, as if afraid that someone might rush out at this moment.

Meanwhile, the generals of the Yellow Turban Army had all arrived at the steps leading up to the sacrificial altar.

Cheng Zhiyuan, Deng Mao, Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, Pei Yuanshao, Zhou Cang, Guan Hai, Guan Cheng, Yu Du, Zhang Baiqi, etc...

This also includes Jia Dong, Hao Zhao, Zhang Xiu, and others.

When Zhang Jiao and his daughter Zhang Ning arrived at the steps below the altar of Heaven in their carriage, all the Yellow Turban generals knelt on one knee and shouted Zhang Jiao's name.

"We pay our respects to the Great and Wise Teacher!"

"We pay our respects to the Great and Wise Teacher!"

"We pay our respects to the Great and Wise Teacher!"

Dozens of Yellow Turban generals shouted in unison.

Meanwhile, the Taiping Dao believers near the sacrificial altar also knelt down on the ground, pressing their heads tightly to the ground, in response to the shouts of the generals.

The hundreds of thousands of Taiping Dao believers, whose numbers seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, surged like a rolling yellow tide.

Zhang Ning helped Zhang Jiao slowly get up, while Jia Dong, who was standing under the carriage, immediately came to the side to help Zhang Jiao get off.

On the carriage, Zhang Jiao looked down at Jia Dong, then slowly shook his head.

Although his face was pale, and his body beneath the yellow robe was extremely weak.

But Zhang Jiao still chose to get off the carriage himself.

Jia Dong instantly understood Zhang Jiao's meaning.

He then stepped aside from the carriage, bowed, and said, "Great Teacher, the sacrifice is ready."

Zhang Jiao took a deep breath and slowly nodded, then said to the many Yellow Turban generals kneeling on one knee on both sides, "Get up."

After all the generals stood up, Zhang Jiao started walking up the steps of the sacrificial altar.

Zhang Ning, who was standing next to him, immediately followed.

The altar, which is more than 30 meters high, is a challenge not only for Zhang Jiao, but also for an ordinary person to climb it in one go.

But today, Zhang Jiao's steps appeared extremely steady.

Zhang Ning, who was supporting Zhang Jiao, seemed to realize something.

She kept crying as she walked up the stairs.

Yellow banners were planted all around the altar, fluttering in the north wind.

Three enormous bronze tripods, two small and one large, were placed on the altar for worshipping Heaven.

The heads of three kinds of animals were placed on the table in front of the bronze tripod.

Zhang Jiao, who had just stepped onto the stairs, did not stop and walked directly toward the table.

"Father, please rest," Zhang Ning said, enduring the pain.

At this moment, an unnatural red tinge appeared on Zhang Jiao's long face.

It feels like blood rushing to the head.

Even the back of his eyes was bloodshot.

"That's too late."

Zhang Jiao turned around and shook his head at Zhang Ning.

He then picked up the incense sticks from the table, lit them, and inserted them one by one into the bronze cauldron.

As incense sticks were inserted into the bronze cauldron, a deep and rapid drumbeat began.

Zhang Jiao held a yellow banner and waved it vigorously in the air.

"Heaven is dead!"

"The people are suffering!"

"The year is Jiazi!"

"Good luck to the world!"

"I am the Great Teacher of the Way of Great Peace. Now I burn incense and ask Heaven for guidance: Where can the starving people of the world seek survival?"

"If Heaven takes pity on me and bestows its grace, I, Zhang Jiao, will shorten my lifespan by ten years and return to Heaven to serve it!"

Zhang Jiao looked up to the sky and shouted.

As Zhang Jiao's shout faded, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from his mouth.

The spray of blood, like a thin red mist, landed precisely on the waving yellow banner.

As the blood spurting from Zhang Jiao's mouth stained the yellow banner, the character "Liang" gradually appeared on the banner.

Zhang Jiao, who suddenly staggered, handed the banner in his hand directly to Zhang Ning.

"Ning'er, quickly... send this banner down and let everyone see it," Zhang Jiao said.