Chapter 65: The Ones Who Want to Rebel Against the Great Han Are the Millions of Commoners in the World

"This poor Daoist is a rebellious subject and traitor? No, the people of this world are all rebellious subjects and traitors."

It was also because he held this General Huangfu Song in high regard that Zhang Jiao had spoken so much nonsense.

He was thinking about whether he could win this general over to the camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

Suppressing a sense of anger, Zhang Jiao continued, "The millions of peasants in this world, the millions of commoners—they toil and labor painstakingly just to have a mouthful of food to survive. What wrong have they done? Yet, the government, the powerful clans, and the landlords are like mountain after mountain, pressing down upon them, leaving them unable to catch their breath."

"Who forced them to this point? Was it this poor Daoist? No, it was you—the corrupt officials of the imperial court, the high-ranking ministers of the Great Han, and the Emperor sitting upon the throne."

Zhang Jiao's voice rang out like a thunderclap, "It was never this poor Daoist who wanted to rebel against the Great Han; it is the millions of commoners in this world, the common folk who can no longer survive."

The eyes of all the Yellow Turban Army soldiers behind Zhang Jiao burned with an unprecedented fury.

Although after five years, they had finally reached a life where they could eat their fill.

Yet, the days of hunger, cold, and harsh taxes from five years ago were still as fresh as yesterday.

How could they not be angry?

How could they not be furious?

It was not that they wanted to revolt against the Great Han.

It was the imperial court that wanted their lives.

So, there was nothing to do but rebel against those bastards.

Facing those pairs of angry eyes, Huangfu Song felt a momentary flash of shame.

His resolve wavered, and a doubt he had not even noticed himself sprouted in the depths of his heart.

After all, Huangfu Song was not one of those numb and cold-hearted high-ranking ministers, but a general who worried about the country and the people.

He naturally understood that there was some truth to what Zhang Jiao said.

But soon, Huangfu Song swept all these thoughts from his mind; even if what Zhang Jiao said had some truth, so what?

He was a general of the Great Han, having received imperial grace for generations, and he should think of serving the country.

No matter what identities this group of Yellow Turban Army soldiers had before, now that they stood before him, they had only one identity: a group of rebels.

Facing such rebels, there was only killing.

Huangfu Song said coldly, "Zhang Jiao, no matter how sharp-tongued you are, it cannot cover up your name as a rebellious subject and traitor. Zhang Jiao, enough nonsense; today, this general will wipe out you lot of rebellious subjects and traitors."

Huangfu Song no longer wanted to talk; everything would have to be decided on the battlefield.

Zhang Jiao also understood Huangfu Song's choice; a person like Huangfu Song was destined to never stand with him.

Even with all his admiration for Huangfu Song, Zhang Jiao could not go soft.

And Huangfu Song had already charged to the front, leading the elite of the Great Han to slaughter the Yellow Turban Army.

"The vast Great Han, a great nation with proud people; we have received imperial grace for generations, and now is the time to repay the Great Han."

Huangfu Song shouted, "Soldiers, follow this general and charge!"

Huangfu Song led the elite of the Great Han to attack the Yellow Turban Army.

In this encounter, strategy was of no use; it was a battle of raw strength.

The troops led by Huangfu Song were the elite of the current Great Han imperial court, and their combat power was extremely formidable.

Zhang Jiao waved the Nine-Section Staff in his hand and said loudly, "With my true Qi, I unite with the Creation of heaven and earth. Lord of Thunder, assist me."

The Daoist robe on Zhang Jiao's body fluttered without wind, and the Nine-Section Staff Jieyin the power of thunder from the firmament.

Rolling thunder brewed above the firmament, and he waved his staff.

The rolling thunder struck directly at the Great Han army, and in an instant, countless Great Han cavalry were knocked off their horses.

Zhang Jiao stepped on the wind and clouds, controlling the lightning as if he were the master of thunder.

Although he had a mortal body, at this moment, he was already on par with the gods.

He controlled the thunder, entering the enemy lines as if no one were there, and in the blink of an eye, he annihilated countless Great Han troops.

Behind him, three thousand Yellow Turban Warriors paved the way, impervious to blades and arrows, unstoppable in their advance.

Behind them were tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army soldiers.

Zhang Jiao was too powerful, not at all like a mortal; no one could stop him.

No matter who it was, they all turned to dust before him.

One man suppressed millions of troops; Zhang Jiao alone shattered the morale of the Great Han army.

The Great Han army had originally been high in spirits under the leadership of Huangfu Song.

But Zhang Jiao was like a god or demon, and wherever he passed, it was as if he were in an empty land.

This caused the Great Han army to be completely terrified.

"He is not human, Zhang Jiao is not human."

"Run, run, run."

Relying on his own strength, Zhang Jiao suppressed the entire Great Han army.

Furthermore, he was followed by three thousand blade-and-arrow-proof Yellow Turban Warriors and hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops.

Seeing Zhang Jiao, who was like a god or demon, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army soared even higher.

"The destruction of the Great Han is at this very moment."

"The Great Worthy Teacher is mighty! Follow the Great Worthy Teacher and charge! Charge!"

Zhang Jiao was invincible, and the Yellow Turban Army fought with increasing courage.

With the Great Worthy Teacher leading them, how could they lose?

This corrupt Han Empire should be destroyed.

The rolling will of the people gathered into a mighty tide, sweeping away everything.

Even the four-hundred-year-old Han Empire could hardly stop such a great trend.

Huangfu Song had originally thought that even if the Yellow Turban Army was powerful, the imperial court's army was, after all, an elite force that had been raised and trained.

Even if the army of the Great Han court could not directly sweep away the Yellow Turban Army, they should at least be evenly matched.

But who could have known that Zhang Jiao, by his own strength, would directly intimidate thousands of troops and horses.

The battlefield unexpectedly showed a one-sided trend, and this one-sidedness was the one-sidedness of the Han Empire's army.

Huangfu Song watched this scene, his eyes splitting with rage.

That Demon Daoist Zhang Jiao actually controlled such powerful Daoist Arts.

Huangfu Song knew that things could not go on like this; he had to block Zhang Jiao and curb Zhang Jiao's momentum.

Otherwise, this battle would be lost outright.

At this moment, the great armies led by Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun also arrived.

"General Huangfu, I have come to assist you."

Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun both shouted loudly.

Seeing that the armies led by Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun had also appeared, the Han soldiers on the scene regained their morale and charged toward the Yellow Turban Army.

Huangfu Song said anxiously to Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun, "Gentlemen, let us strike together and execute this Demon Daoist."

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were both experts in the Martial Dao, while Lu Zhi was not only an expert in the Literary Dao.

Watching the unstoppable Zhang Jiao on the battlefield, the three of them understood that the only plan for now was to intercept Zhang Jiao.

Only then would there be hope of victory in this battle.

Huangfu Song, Lu Zhi, and Zhu Jun all made their moves.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun held long spears and killed their way toward Zhang Jiao.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhi mobilized his own literary Qi to strangle Zhang Jiao.

These three were also absolute powerhouses within the Great Han.

Especially Lu Zhi, who was a grandmaster of Confucianism and also possessed remarkable attainments in the Military Dao and Martial Dao.

The three of them surrounded and attacked Zhang Jiao from three different angles, looking extremely dangerous.

"Big Brother, be careful."

"Big Brother, I have come to assist you."

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang saw this scene and were extremely anxious.

Even though their elder brother's Taiping Daoist Arts were formidable, those attacking him were not weaklings either.

(End of chapter)