People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 118: Don’t be afraid as the Yellow Turbans are here

The ferocious wolves bared their fangs and drooled on the ground, while the sheep in the fence had no ability to resist such beasts and could only helplessly accept their tragic fate.

The chief of a Han village in Youbeiping, the land outside has been stained with blood. Facing the brutal attacks of the Wuhuan cavalry, although the men in the village fought desperately, they were no match for each other.

A battle that looked more like a suicidal resistance soon ended. The Wuhuan people licked the blood splattered on the corners of their mouths, and the brutality in their eyes became more and more obvious. Until finally a man in the village was chopped in half by them while roaring, they gradually shifted their attention to the interior of the village behind the blood.

The women, the elderly and the children there were running around in a panic. They didn't even bother to grieve for the death of their family members, and they hurried to escape to the mountains.

The scene of the sheep fleeing in panic stimulated the wolves' hunting desire. Soon, the Wuhuan cavalrymen began to grin grimly. They urged their horses to chase and surround the wolves slowly, just like playing with their prey.

A child was so frightened that he just stood there crying. His crying only stopped when the powerful horse's hooves crushed his body.

The young women were soon captured one by one by the Wuhuan people who had dismounted from their horses. Their eyes were flashing with the most primitive desires of wild beasts.

A young mother, holding her crying baby in her arms, knelt on the ground and begged humbly to the dirty and smelly beast in front of her. However, the beast looked at the baby with no mercy at all, but naked disgust, which was the extreme expression of the species' xenophobic instinct.

The shadow of the spear appeared quickly, and then the baby's crying stopped abruptly, and a small thing was just picked up in the air.

The young mother collapsed instantly. She screamed miserably and threw herself madly at the beast in front of her. However, her pain and hatred made the beast laugh with enjoyment. The desperate struggle of the prey was a wonderful feast that the beast was addicted to.

The young mother's desperate efforts were ultimately just a joke in the eyes of the beast. After the brutal suppression, the beast once again brought physical humiliation to the young mother.

Such scenes appeared in every place in the village. It had turned into a hell on earth. The miserable cries of the women filled the sky and earth. However, at this time, no one could save them.

What is going on here is the most primitive law of the jungle in human society.

In the woods far away, a young man looked at this tragic scene with his eyes turning red and his fists bleeding. However, he knew that he could do nothing now. If he rushed out at this time, not only would he lose his life in vain, but he would also kill the survivors who had been evacuated with great difficulty.

Behind him were more than twenty elderly, weak, women and children whom he had hurriedly brought out at the first moment of danger.

These survivors were all lying in the mountains and forests, not daring to breathe. They just stared at the disaster in the village with wide eyes in horror. If they had hidden a step later, their fate would have been the same.

Everyone stood still. They were afraid of being discovered by the Wuhuan people and did not even dare to go deeper into the forest.

It was not until nightfall that the satisfied Wuhuan people left the village one after another with the food and property, leaving behind only death and blood.

At this time, their tense nerves relaxed a little, but the only noise was everyone's suppressed sobs.

They didn't dare to light torches and could do nothing at night. They just snuggled together all night and walked out of the forest haggard the next day. The Wuhuan people had already come and ravaged them once, and they would not appear again in the short term.

The group of people, suppressing their grief, buried the victims in the village one by one.

After a disaster, almost all the men in the village died, and only the women were taken back by the Wuhuan people as trophies.

The young man stood in front of the spear stuck in the ground, looking at the bloody flesh on the tip of the spear, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

After a long time, an old woman came over with tears in her eyes. She took one look at the things that were picked up and was so heartbroken that she almost fainted.

The woman beside her wiped her tears and supported the old woman: "Grandma, please cheer up, we have to pack up here and flee to other places."

The old woman was disheartened and just kept shaking her head: "The barbarians are no longer human. Where can we escape to? Sooner or later, we will fall into their hands."

After the old woman finished speaking, everyone around her fell silent. They understood that what the old woman said was not wrong.

As Han people who have lived here for generations, they have never lacked memories of the cruelty of the Hu people. This is not the first time such a disaster has happened. If they fail to escape once, they will suffer the fate they have today.

They also knew that the Hu people would not stop their horses; they would keep moving forward until their huge appetites were filled.

Escape, where to escape?
How can two legs outrun their four-legged horses?
The feeling of despair spread in everyone's heart. Although they are surviving for now, can they escape in the future?
"Go to Yuyang!"

Just when everyone was in despair and grief, a firm voice rang out, which shocked everyone's heart.

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw the young man pull the spear out of the ground, then carefully take the small object down and place it on the ground.

Of course they knew this young man named Li Zheng. It was because of this young man that they were able to survive because he took them to the place in time. Li Zheng was not actually from this village, but came from a neighboring county to seek refuge with distant relatives. He had lived here for several months and was familiar with the villagers.

The old woman cheered up a bit, but then sighed again: "It's useless. These damn barbarians will come to attack us sooner or later. We can't go anywhere."

The cruel reality extinguished the little hope that had just risen in their hearts.

Li Zheng was silent for a moment, then fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a piece of yellow linen, carefully brushed off the dust and wrinkles, and then slowly tied it into his bun.

When everyone saw this look, they were stunned. They immediately understood who Li Zheng was.

Li Zheng looked solemn: "Come with me to Yuyang, there are Yellow Turbans there, don't be afraid."

Hearing this, everyone present suddenly remembered that in the past few months, apart from often going to the city to find work, Li Zheng often talked about the affairs of Yuyang with the villagers whenever he was in the village, and this contained more or less a lot of information about the Yellow Turbans.

He said that the Yellow Turbans of Yuyang were different from the Yellow Turbans of the past; the current Yellow Turbans were a righteous army, and the current Yellow Turban leader was a sage who saved the poor masses.

He said that since the coming of the Yellow Turbans, there were no more nobles in Yuyang who oppressed the people. The leader also distributed land to everyone and exempted all miscellaneous taxes.

He also said that the Yellow Turbans wanted to create a world where everyone was equal and pursued basic rights.

When the villagers heard these things in the past, they mostly regarded them as nonsense and did not believe them at all. For them, perhaps the creation of an imaginary god would be something they were more likely to believe.

"My fellow villagers, everything I said before was true. I joined the Yellow Turbans because I saw it with my own eyes. I came here to gather news and intelligence for the Yellow Turbans, but now, I can no longer stay here.

Come with me, we Yellow Turbans will never abandon the common people. If the barbarians come, we will beat them back!"

After wearing the yellow scarf on his head, Li Zheng's expression was inexplicably different. It was an indescribable feeling, but when others saw it, they naturally felt more convinced.

At this point, they had no choice but to pack their bags and follow Li Zheng's footsteps towards the possible kingdom of God.

The entire Youbeiping seemed to have been completely reduced to a hunting ground for the Wuhuan Hu people. Countless people cried and wailed under the hooves of the Wuhuan people's horses. However, Zhang Chun, the current ruler of Youbeiping, turned a blind eye to all this.

For him, this was the price he had to pay for relying on the power of Wuhuan.

Without the help of the Wuhuan people, it would be impossible for me to turn the tables on the Tian family's territory with only a few thousand soldiers. Now that things have been done, I can only turn a blind eye to the excessive behavior of the Wuhuan people.

After the destruction caused by the Wuhuan, it was convenient for them to take the refugees with them.

As for how many people will suffer in this process, he doesn't care at all.

It doesn't matter if the common people die, but for the sake of my great cause, let alone the civilians of Youbeiping, I will not hesitate even if I have to bring the Wuhuan into the Central Plains to plunder!

Zhang Chun thought so, and he did so. He was ready to march westward, but that bald guy Xu was blocking the way, which was really an eyesore.

He sent an envoy, thinking that if Xu Chen was sensible, he wouldn't mind joining forces with him to get a share of the spoils of plundering the Central Plains.

He also didn't think Xu Chen would refuse. Now everyone was a rebel, and it was just a stance no matter what.

Now more than 5,000 Wuhuan cavalry have gathered. They have coerced the local tyrants in several counties and taken refugees with them, and now they have an army of 50,000 to 60,000. The two sides have joined together and are just waiting for the envoy's reply.

As long as they succeed in borrowing the passage, they will set off beacons throughout Youzhou and the Central Plains.

After the rebellion, the Han Dynasty became the number one enemy. Under this premise, everything else could give way, and naturally, the grudge between him and Xu Chen would not be mentioned again.

However, when the messenger brought back the news, covered in dust, all of Zhang Chun's imaginations were overturned.

"What? Baldy Xu doesn't want to let me go through this road!" Zhang Chun stood up suddenly, feeling incomprehensible.

The messenger glanced at Zhang Chun and said cautiously, "The Yellow Turbans do have this attitude. The leader Xu Chen said frankly that if the Wuhuan and our forces enter Yuyang, he will regard it as a declaration of war against the Yellow Turbans!"

"Okay, okay, you don't know what's happening, do you?" Zhang Chun was immediately furious. He thought he had given Xu Chen a face, but he didn't expect that he was hit in the face instead: "Do you really think I'm afraid of you, Xu Guangtou? If you don't let me pass through, I'll see if you can stop me!"

(End of this chapter)