The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 242 The People Are Not Afraid of Death
The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the setting sun had completely fallen between the mountains, and darkness was slowly covering the earth.

Zhang Yi let out a foul breath, and looked back at the soldiers behind him.

Up and down the Han army camp, all the soldiers of the Han army were silent. They supported each other, supported their tired bodies, held their weapons, and quietly waited for Zhang Yi to make a decision.

These soldiers have been following him for a long time, receiving a meager salary, and guarding the bitter cold land on the frontier.

They lacked food and clothing, but they still persisted in the bitter cold of Bianjun. Their families were in Bingzhou, just behind the pass they guarded, so they couldn't take a step back.

But what they didn't know was that for those powerful families in Luoyang City and in the interior, the cost of a meal was something they couldn't afford in their lifetime.

When the flames of war in the frontier raged, it did not affect the luxury and wealth of those aristocratic families in the slightest.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists, and he felt powerless again. The dozens of documents he played were all lost.

The powerful enemies around are staring at each other, rebellions are rising inside, the remnants of the Yellow Turbans have not been wiped out, but the colossus of the Han Empire is still sleeping soundly, and danger is approaching.

The sky and the earth are turning upside down, the fire is about to die, the building is about to collapse, and a tree is hard to hold...

It's just why, the once extremely powerful man, why did he come to this point.

It's ridiculous.

Looking at the devastation, looking at the battlefield full of corpses.

Zhang Yi slowly raised his head, stared at Xu An and asked: "Now that the country is in crisis, the Rongdi in the north are on the sidelines, watching them covetously, trying to chase them away, but you are rebelling in the interior, burning, killing, and looting." Looting, attempting to subvert the country?"

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, the eight prefectures rose together. Your Yellow Turban Army rebelled in various places, plundered counties and counties, and coerced the people, causing many people to be displaced."

"Invading the two counties of Hedong and Shangdang, cutting off the connection between the imperial court and Bingzhou, and putting hundreds of thousands of people in Bingzhou in danger, is this your morality?"

"Now, taking advantage of the fact that the Huns are going south, they come to help with the righteous words of 'clothes and crown'. In fact, it is just that the Yellow Turban Army lacks cavalry and cannot defeat the Huns. Cavalry, just drive the Xiongnu Huqi out of Taiyuan County, so that you can capture Bingzhou..."

Just when Zhang Yi wanted to continue, Xu An interrupted Zhang Yi's words.

"Don't be like An'an starving to death, like you are fighting a praying mantis?"

Xu An took another step forward, and he was only five steps away from Zhang Yi.

"Why don't you starve to death quietly? Why do you still want to be that praying mantis with arms blocking traffic? Is that what Shi Jun meant?"

Zhang Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, and Xu An continued.

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, when there was a severe drought in the world, not only was there no food for relief, but the excessive miscellaneous taxes did not decline by half, but the taxes benefited the public."

"The fields of the rich are endless, the poor have no place to stand, the wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, the roads are frozen to death, stealing and plundering, setting up names cleverly, tyrants run rampant in the countryside, and the aristocratic families are domineering!"

Xu An raised his horsewhip and asked, "I have worked half my life, facing the loess, with my back facing the scorching sun, working all day long, but most of the food and property I got have to be handed over to the court."

"I and other small people have suffered a lot, and the officials are corrupt and bully us wantonly. Even so, we still swallow our anger, just wanting to find a way to survive, but those high-ranking nobles would rather rot the delicacies at home than spend Qian Cai indulges in sensuality, and is unwilling to slow down a bit, leaving us a way to survive..."

"People don't fear death, so how can they fear death!"

Xu An threw the whip viciously on the grass.

"You said that our Yellow Turban Army engulfed the people, causing countless people to be displaced, and the eight states rose together. There must be street pickers mixed in, I can't deny it."

"But why do we want to rise up, have you ever thought about it? The teaching of Taipingdao is to persuade people to be good. After more than ten years, the court naturally understood that it is not a cult. The ultimate reason is not because of those eunuchs The rich and powerful want to be proud and luxurious?"

"If the imperial court can give me a way to survive, how can we rise up again? Is there really someone who can use flesh and blood to block the blade made of steel without feeling afraid?"

"Guangzong City, Xia Quyang, did the court of Wancheng give us a way to survive?"

Zhang Yi looked embarrassed and said nothing.

"The Shijun is willing to commit the crime of collaborating with the enemy, and he is not willing to let the people of Bingzhou become the slaves of the Huns, with their left skirts on their backs. I admire the Shijun for his character."

"But why can't Shijun come down from the high temple, come to the countryside, come to the settlements, come to the market, come to the fields, and see how we humble people like ants live."

"You can know that I have worked hard for a year, trembling, not daring to neglect the slightest. What I have gained in a year is only enough to maintain food and clothing..."

"May I know how much taxes, taxes, and corvees I have to pay in a year, and how much we have worked hard for a year, how much have we earned?"

"Let me know that the powerful family is human, and we are also human. The powerful family has wives and parents, and we also have wives and parents. We are not numbers drawn with pen and ink on the official documents, we are also living people! "

"If you don't know, if you live in the temple, how can you know how difficult the life of ordinary people like us is..."

"To make the king high above, to sit and enjoy the delicacies, to live in the bright hall, to point out the country, to be impassioned, to strategize, to reject the Huns in the north, how can he have leisure and elegance, and to manage the lives of ordinary people like me?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Xu An laughed, and the laughter grew louder and turned into a wanton laugh.

"The envoy has the reputation of being diligent in government and loving the people in Bingzhou, but it is the king's government that makes you diligent, and it is the scholars and people who love you. We, the humble people waiting in the rice paddies, are not loved by the envoy. In a place of bitter cold, bravely kill the enemy and fight bloody battles, but there is no chance of success."

"My lord, open your eyes and look to the north. That's the direction of the Great Wall. The Great Wall was built to resist the nomads in the north. It was not built by the nobles of Qin, Zhao, Yan and other countries, nor was it built by the first emperor who swept across the six countries. It was not built by the emperors and princes of the Han Dynasty."

"Buried in the Great Wall are the corpses of small people like me who are promoted and traffickers. They are small people like us who can't even be counted as ordinary people in the eyes of powerful families. They moved one piece of blue bricks to build it. The Great Wall It was built by ordinary people like us with flesh and blood!"

Xu An raised his hand, pointed behind Zhang Yi, and said, "Master, please look back."

"Aren't the soldiers who followed you on the expedition, those soldiers guarding the frontier, all descendants of aristocratic families, powerful descendants, and wealthy families?"

(End of this chapter)