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

Zhang Jiao, whose face was as pale as gold paper, reached out and grabbed the flagpole beside him.

With her pearly teeth biting her red lips, Zhang Ning couldn't bear to look at her father for a moment, then quickly walked down the steps, holding the blood-stained yellow banner in both hands.

Below the altar, many Yellow Turban generals looked expectantly at the yellow banner held by Zhang Ning.

As the divine messenger, Jia Dong quickly ascended the steps to meet him.

As she was about to descend the steps, Zhang Ning, dressed in a yellow dress and with two yellow ribbons tied around her long, black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, raised the banner in her hand with tears in her eyes.

Jia Dong immediately shouted: "The Great Teacher of Virtue sacrificed his heart and soul to the Yellow Heaven, and received a message from the Yellow Heaven. May the Great Teacher of Virtue live forever!"

As Jia Dong shouted, the generals waiting below the altar and all the Taiping Dao believers around the altar knelt down again and shouted "Great Teacher!"

Jia Dong stepped forward, took the banner with both hands, and nodded to Zhang Ning.

"Madam, leave it to me," Jia Dong said softly.

Zhang Ning handed the banner, stained with Zhang Jiao's blood, to Jia Dong.

Dragging his banner, Jia Dong strode quickly to the front of the generals.

Cheng Zhiyuan, Zhang Niujiao, Guan Hai, and all the other generals looked up at the banner.

The blood-red character for "cold" was clearly visible.

cold?

What does it mean.

Everyone looked towards the high platform with a puzzled expression.

However, Jia Dong raised the banner high above his head and shouted loudly: "The Great Teacher of Virtue sacrificed his heart and blood to the Yellow Heaven and received a message from the Yellow Heaven."

"If you travel west along the Taiping Road and enter Liang, you will find lasting peace and stability!"

Heading west, into Liangzhou?

Does that mean we're going to Xiliang?

From Jizhou to Liangzhou?

this......

Jia Dong's small eyes swept over the different expressions on everyone's faces.

Cheng Zhiyuan frowned, his gaze filled with doubt.

Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, and others were surprised and suspicious.

As for Guan Hai and the others, they had already knelt on the ground with pious expressions.

"Why don't you kowtow and thank the Great Teacher?" Jia Dong said sternly, "This is a revelation from Heaven that the Great Teacher obtained through painstaking sacrifices."

Upon hearing Jia Dong's words, the crowd, realizing what was happening, quickly knelt down on the ground.

“We respectfully obey the command of the Great and Wise Teacher, and we bow down to the revelation of Heaven.”

Jia Dong nodded in satisfaction, then loudly raised the banner and shouted: "Heavenly decree: the Way of Peace travels westward, and entering Liang will bring lasting peace and stability!"

"The Great Teacher has spoken, and Heaven has revealed that the Way of Peace leads westward, and entering Liang will bring lasting peace and stability!"

As Jia Dong shouted, thousands of Liangzhou soldiers, disguised as Yellow Turban warriors and gathered below the altar, began to shout in unison as previously agreed.

The voices rose in waves.

The Taiping Dao believers kneeling around the altar also joined in the shouts.

Everyone witnessed Zhang Jiao's painstaking efforts in offering sacrifices to the Yellow Heaven on the high platform.

In the distance, on the city wall north of Xiaquyang City.

Duan Yu stood on the city wall and watched the entire ceremony from beginning to end.

Until countless Taiping Dao believers outside the city shouted: Head west, enter Liang, and enjoy lasting peace and stability.

Duan Yu finally felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

It became.

The first step is the hardest part of everything.

While there was an element of prior planning involved, luck still played a significant role.

According to Duan Yu's initial plan, after defeating Zhang Jiao and others in Ji Province, he intended to request the court to relocate the Yellow Turban rebels to Liang Province.

However, this makes the factors for success or failure uncertain.

Unexpectedly, Jia Dong's infiltration actually earned him Zhang Jiao's trust.

That's why things went so smoothly afterwards.

The Liangzhou army that marched north to Jizhou suffered almost no casualties.

All that's left is to follow these hundreds of thousands of Taiping Dao believers back to Liangzhou.

"Alright, tomorrow morning, according to plan, send troops to drive out the Taiping Dao from Changshan Kingdom, and then directly enter Taiyuan."

“Now that Li Zhao is dead, we no longer need to detour through Yanmen County. It’s July now, but we must relocate these hundreds of thousands of Taiping Dao believers to Liangzhou by mid-August,” Duan Yu said.

Li Ru, Jia Xu, and Cheng Yu behind him each cupped their hands and said, "Yes!"

............

That night.

Inside Xiaquyang City.

After the sacrificial ceremony was completed at noon, the Taiping Dao believers outside the city returned to their respective camps.

For ease of management, the followers of Taipingdao were divided into camps.

People like Zhang Niujiao were assigned to the Black Mountain Camp.

The Taiping Dao followers that Cheng Zhiyuan brought from Youzhou were divided into the Youzhou Camp.

The remnants of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's original forces, led by generals such as Zhou Cang and Bian Xi, were divided into the Julu Camp.

In addition, Guan Hai and Guan Cheng, who had just arrived in Xiaquyang, were assigned to the Beihai Camp.

The 50,000 Yellow Turbans that Cheng Yu brought from Yanzhou were assigned to the Eastern Commandery.

As for Zhang Jiao's main force, the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans who gathered in Guangzong were divided into the Protectorate Camp.

The Black Mountain Camp has approximately 20,000 members.

Cheng Zhiyuan's Youzhou Camp was the largest in number besides the Julu Camp and the Protectorate Camp, with nearly 150,000 men.

Guan Hai and Guan Cheng brought forty to fifty thousand people from Beihai.

With the addition of the 50,000 troops of the Dongjun Camp, the original remnants of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's forces numbering over 100,000, and the Protectorate Camp numbering over 100,000, the Taiping Dao followers gathered in Xiaquyang.

Although the number of people sounds like a lot.

But the vast majority of them were refugees.

Of these, at most 50,000 would be considered to be truly combat-ready.

At this time, the mansion where Zhang Jiao lived was still heavily guarded.

After the afternoon ritual was completed, Zhang Jiao fell into a coma again.

The candlelight lit in the room illuminated the entire space.

Duan Yu, Jia Dong, Li Ru, Jia Xu, Cheng Yu, and others stood outside the door.

As the door opened, the bitter smell of herbs wafted out of the house.

After the doctor carrying the medicine box went out, he looked at Duan Yu and then shook his head slightly.

"My lord, I have done my best," the army doctor said apologetically.

Duan Yu knew perfectly well that Zhang Jiao had exhausted his last bit of energy.

His time is up.

"You guys wait outside."

Duan Yu glanced at the people behind him, then stepped into the room.

At this moment, the only person in the room who stayed by Zhang Jiao's side was Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning, who seemed to have cried all her tears these past few days, had clearly lost weight.

Seeing Zhang Ning looking exhausted and haggard, Duan Yu felt a pang of pity.

Zhang Jiao lay on his sickbed, barely breathing, his chest barely rising and falling.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Zhang Ning looked at Duan Yu with tears in her eyes: "Husband...please save Father."

Duan Yu took two steps forward and reached out to hug Zhang Ning.

Then he gently tapped Zhang Ning's nape with his palm.

Zhang Ning's body went limp, and she fainted.

Duan Yu, carrying Zhang Ning, walked to the side couch by the window and placed Zhang Ning on it.

"Ziyi...is that you...?"

Zhang Jiao, lying on his sickbed, stared blankly at the ceiling with cloudy eyes, his gaze unfocused.

“He is my father-in-law.” Duan Yu took two steps to Zhang Jiao’s side.

"Ning'er..."

“Father-in-law, Ning’er is asleep,” Duan Yu replied.

"Okay..." Zhang Jiao said weakly, "If she... if she sees this, she will definitely cry very sadly."

"Ziyi, you...you tell me again, tell me about life in those later generations."

Duan Yu nodded quietly, then picked up a chair and sat down in front of Zhang Jiao's sickbed.

The room was brightly lit by candlelight.

Duan Yu was dressed in a black robe and wore a jade crown on his head.

Just like visiting an elder in a hospital ward in later generations, I sat quietly by the bedside.

Many things that couldn't be mentioned to anyone were no longer secrets at this point.

Duan Yu spoke as if he were narrating a story, or perhaps recounting his own experience.

On his sickbed, Zhang Jiao's withered hands were placed on his chest, and he was covered with a brand-new quilt. There seemed to be a peaceful smile on his face, but there was no movement in his chest.

"You single-handedly severed the corrupt fate of the Han Dynasty. Regardless of whether you succeeded or not, at least you raised your voice of defiance for the sake of the people."

"The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, great fortune shall befall the world..."

Duan Yu took a deep breath and then slowly stood up.

Zhang Jiao was already dead.

Duan Yu turned around, picked up the unconscious Zhang Ning, and carried him out of the room and out the door.

Those outside who witnessed this scene understood.

Zhang Jiao is dead.

"Keep the death a secret. This matter must not be revealed for the time being. Send someone to transport the body back to Julu County for a secret burial," Duan Yu said.