Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Chapter 54 Is Huang Tian dead? No

Zhang Jue looked back at the Zhangshui behind him. There were ferries one after another, and a glimmer of hope once again appeared in Zhang Jue's eyes.

Although there was a Han army led by Lu Zhi on the east side of the Zhang River, Zhang Jiao could have taken a ferry down the Zhang River to Quzhou, and then returned to Julu for further planning.

Immediately, Zhang Jue's footsteps moved and he was about to rush towards the ferry behind him.

As long as you get on the ferry, everything is not lost!

Looking at Zhang Jiao's figure retreating towards the Zhang River, Guan Yu's eyes widened with anger, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand danced rapidly, but he was still dragged back by the yellow scarf warriors who kept swarming up.

"Don't leave! Don't leave Zhangjiao!!!!"

Guan Yu shouted angrily, but felt powerless.

If Zhang Jue is allowed to escape, even though these five thousand Yellow Turban warriors have been killed in this battle, it won't be long before Zhang Jue can bewitch another five thousand, ten thousand, or even more Yellow Turban warriors.

In response to Guan Yu's roar, Zhang Jiao didn't hesitate in his steps.

At this moment, Zhang Fei remembered something and hurriedly pulled out the cloth hidden in his arms with one hand. He looked at the words on it and read it loudly.

"The giant deer opens its horns. My Mr. Zikun wants to ask you a question."

Zhang Jiao's footsteps did not stop.

Zhang Fei's voice did not pause, but continued to read in a thunderous voice.

"Are you gathering people to rebel because of your own selfish desires? Or do you have a great wish?"

Zhang Jiao's figure froze slightly and turned to look at Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei continued to shout loudly.

"You leaked secrets and started something, and you were hasty and blocked from the Sili. You are already doomed to defeat. Even if you fight stubbornly to the end, so what?"

"If you do it for your own selfish desires, your reputation will be ruined for thousands of years;"

"If you have a great wish, look at the countless believers who have lost their lives following you, and look at the countless people who have been swept into the war by you..."

Zhang Jiao's footsteps stopped completely, his expression a little dull.

Preached for more than ten years.

Zhang Jiao had even unknowingly forgotten the original intention of preaching, but Zhang Jiao knew why there was a soil where Taiping Dao swept through eight states and had millions of believers.

That is how miserable the world is and how dark the world is.

Therefore, Zhang Jiao believed that he was complying with Huang Tian's will and the hearts of thousands of believers, so he rose up!

"My Mr. Zikun asked me to ask you: Where else can you escape? Do you want to risk your life in a corner and watch countless followers of the sect die for an impossible goal?"

"You deserve to die!"

Zhang Fei's thunderous voice made the words clearly pass into Zhang Jiao's ears word by word, making Zhang Jiao tremble all over.

This one deserves to die, not that other one.

Zhang Jiao instantly seemed to understand the meaning of Mr. Zikun who said this through the mouth of the black-faced man.

Some people are better off dead than alive.

Some people die before they can live forever.

Even if I were defeated again and fled again, and retreated to Julu to hold on, what would be the point?
  The more embarrassed and unbearable it is, the more it will bring shame to the uprising in Zhang Jiao's heart that conforms to the will of God and the people.

If Han Xin, the soldier immortal, had died ten years earlier, he would have suffered the death of "Three Misses", which would have caused the annihilation of the three clans, and he would have become a perfect famous general in the history of history who can be said to have made immortal contributions.

I seem to be dead...

If I don't die, it will only drag down more believers, which is meaningless.

Even if Gou escaped with his life and fled back to the giant deer, would he still have any chance of winning?
  "My Mr. Zikun told me again that we came from Julu. Although we did not destroy Julu, we burned Julu's granary..."

This last sentence completely penetrated Zhang Jiao's psychological defense.

This sentence is also one of the key information that Li Ji perceived from a "strategy simulator" deduction before.

For Zhang Jiao, the giant deer has a different meaning.

The countless grains and grass collected in Julu are undoubtedly the pillars of Zhang Jiao's fantasy.

When Li Ji conducted the deduction through "tactical simulation", he had no idea that Zhang Jiao had the ability to inspire the Yellow Turban warriors on a large scale and temporarily, which resulted in deviations in the deduction results.

However, the appearance of Zhao Yun temporarily protected Liu Bei and delayed it for enough time. Zhang Jiao undoubtedly lost hope of making a comeback again. He could only escape from Boluojin by taking a ferry down the Zhang River, just as Li Ji had deduced earlier.

That was Zhang Jiao's only escape route.

That is, unless Zhang Jue is determined to die and fights to the death, Zhang Jue's escape route cannot be blocked in any case.

For a moment, Zhang Jiao, who stopped completely, raised his head and stared at the sky, his eyes moving, and he didn't know how many past and thoughts were surging in Zhang Jiao's heart.

Zhang Jiao did not investigate whether Zhang Fei's statement that the giant deer's food and grass had been burned was true or false.

But I suddenly understood something. It turned out that the pillar supporting my last bit of fantasy was food and grass. It was really ridiculous, tragically ridiculous.

"I am a great sage and good teacher." Zhang Jiao said in a long and leisurely way.

Between escaping back to Julu and surviving in the world, waiting for the final embarrassment, and retaining the last bit of dignity and spreading the last bit of goodwill to many believers, Zhang Jiao had already made a decision in his heart.

Then, Zhang Jiao signaled to the two Taoist boys accompanying him each holding a fire starter, flicked his Taoist robe, and walked toward the ferry on the Zhang River.

This scene made Guan Yu and Zhang Fei angry and unwilling to accept it, but they were trapped in the heavy obstacles of the Yellow Turban Warriors and had no choice but to watch Zhang Jiao step by step across the ferries, and then walked to the edge of the boat. above.

Immediately, Zhang Jiao adjusted his Taoist robes, sat cross-legged, and asked the two Taoists behind him to pour kerosene on the boat.

"The great wise master is willing to die, Huang Tian will die? No."

With a loud laugh, a spark lit up from the boat, and then in everyone's shocked eyes, Zhang Jiao and the boat instantly ignited into a raging fire.

Then, the small boat burning with blazing fire sailed down the Zhang River, taking Zhang Jiao's figure gradually disappearing into the fire, and finally drifted farther and farther away in everyone's eyes.

"Great virtuous teacher~~"

"Great Master...why did you abandon me and return to Huangtian first?"

"Woooooooo..."

For a moment, those yellow scarf warriors who were originally like crazy people were stunned for a while, and the cry started from nowhere, and then it completely spread among the yellow scarf warriors.

In the end, the yellow scarf warriors completely ignored Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and the soldiers around them, and knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Zhang Jiao, crying profusely.

The sorrowful and choking cries also aroused the large number of yellow scarf warriors who were originally besieging Liu Bei on the front line.

When they learned that Zhang Jue had died by self-immolation, the yellow turban warriors seemed to have lost their souls. They did not care about the battlefield and rushed to the edge of the Zhang River one after another to kneel and kowtow and cry loudly.

This scene made Liu Bei look confused and confused.

Zhang Jiao is a demon who brings trouble to the Han Dynasty.

However, if he was really a very ferocious and evil person, could he really make these yellow scarf warriors cry bitterly for his death simply by relying on his deception?

And Zhang Jiao burned himself to death, was he really that kind of villain who was greedy for power and wealth?
  But if Zhang Jiao is right, then who is wrong?
  At this moment, Liu Bei's three distinct views in his heart were greatly impacted.

Compared to Liu Bei who was greatly shocked in his heart, Zhang Fei didn't think so much.

After hurriedly rushing to Liu Bei's side and confirming Liu Bei's safety, Zhang Fei pointed at the yellow scarf warriors who were either dazed, buried in pain, or fainted due to loss of strength, and asked.

"Brother, what should we do with these yellow scarf warriors? They seem to have no intention of resisting at all."

When Liu Bei heard this, he felt a little entangled and hesitant in his heart.

If they are all captured, let alone the problem of food and grass burden.

The most important thing is that Liu Bei took a cursory glance and found that more than half of his soldiers were killed or injured. It would be extremely risky to guard Boluojin while guarding a large number of prisoners.

But if these prisoners are allowed to leave, there may be endless troubles.

Unlike the Yellow Turban believers who were mostly involved in innocent civilians in Liu Bei's eyes, these Yellow Turban warriors were fanatical followers of Taiping Dao in the true sense.

As for killing prisoners, Liu Bei's morality made him instinctively resist this choice.

Subconsciously, Liu Bei blurted out something authentic.

"Zikun, you think..."

Suddenly, Liu Bei's voice suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed.

"Zikun! Is Zikun okay?"

"that……"

Zhao Yun, standing next to Liu Bei, asked softly. "The person Governor Cao is asking is a white-robed scholar?"

"Yes, yes," Liu Bei replied repeatedly.

"I know the location of Governor Cao, and it was the white-robed scholar who pointed it out. At that time, I heard his breathing was weak, his voice was sluggish, and his face was pale and bloodless. After he pointed it out to me, he fainted and died. .”

When he heard the last word, Liu Bei, who had always looked resolute even after fighting for a long time, suddenly lost his luster in his eyes. He staggered back a few steps, almost fell to the ground on the spot, and cried bitterly.

"Zikun, Zikun, why did you abandon me..."

Seeing this, Zhang Fei quickly supported Liu Bei and shouted.

"Wait a minute, brother, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry yet. What Brother Zilong just said was not that Mr. Zikun is dead, but that Mr. Zikun fainted."

Suddenly, Liu Bei felt as if he was "sitting up in a dying illness", his body suddenly straightened, and he hurriedly said to Zhang Fei.

"Yide, you send some cavalry to immediately disperse outside Boluojin to patrol and guard. You and Yun Changhaosheng will guard these yellow scarf warriors and carefully gather their weapons first to prevent them from causing trouble again."

After a pause, Liu Bei turned around and saluted Zhao Yun hastily, and said.

"Xuande will be richly rewarded for Zilong's kindness in saving him tonight. But now that I am so anxious, it is difficult to sincerely thank Zilong. I also ask Zilong to rest for a while."

Then, Liu Bei held the male and female swords in both hands, got on his horse and headed towards the main gate of Boluojin.

"Zi Kun! Zi Kun! If something happens to you, how will you spend the rest of your life? Just wait for me..."

(End of this chapter)