People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 158 Everyone is crazy!

Taton was almost successful. If he could step into the power of Goguryeo, although he would not be treated with courtesy by Goguryeo, the result would definitely be much better than falling into the hands of the Yellow Turbans. For the nomads and small countries on the borders of the Han Dynasty, the Han people will always be their biggest threat.

The fact is that during the gradual decline of the Han Dynasty, Goguryeo was not very peaceful and had been secretly encroaching on the Han Dynasty's land in Liaodong for many years.

If Tadun, a stray dog ​​driven away by the Han people, entered Goguryeo, Goguryeo would probably not refuse to take in this destabilizing factor. This would have no impact on Goguryeo itself, but it would create another enemy for the Han people.

However, just before he stepped into Goguryeo, a team of extremely brave cavalry quietly blocked his way.

Desperate Tatun could only fight to the death with the enemy in this place, but this proud Wuhuan prince was eventually defeated. However, he never expected that the leader who defeated his cavalry made him feel extremely familiar.

This is a Wuhuan man. Although this guy has cut his hair short like the Yellow Turbans, his appearance and temperament are enough for Tadun to see his true identity at a glance.

However, the yellow turban tied on the Wuhuan man's head was too eye-catching in Tadun's opinion.

This made him realize that the beliefs of the person in front of him had overshadowed the ethnic identity.

"You must have been bewitched by the Han people. We Wuhuan warriors should point our knives at outsiders. How can we fight against each other? Wake up. The Han people are our enemies. We are one family. Now take your soldiers and fight back with me to take back the land that belongs to us Wuhuan!"

Tadun looked at the Wuhuan cavalry in front of him with an angry look, but when these words reached their ears, they did not cause any fluctuation in their expressions.

If I must say something, the other person's mouth corners twitched slightly, and it was a smile full of sarcasm.

"Follow you?" Wu Li's mind suddenly flashed back to his past experiences. He then shook his head and looked at Tadun with a cold look again: "Go back with you, and then I will continue to be my slave and serve you in a humble manner, right?"

When Taton heard the word "slave", he was stunned for the first moment, and then looked up and down at Wuli in disbelief.

How could such a strong guy, such a powerful one, be a slave?
It was not until he saw the scars on Wu Li's neck that he was forced to admit the fact.

That kind of scar was very familiar to Tadun. It usually only appeared on slaves. It was a scar left by a thorn whip that was often used by herdsmen to scold slaves.

When Wuli confirmed this, he couldn't believe it at first. He couldn't believe that a slave could now be a cavalry officer. He couldn't believe that the proud Wuhuan nobles would be defeated by a slave. This was a huge shame for him.

However, thinking of his current situation, he forced himself to forget the shame and faced Wu Li with a slightly forced smile.

"You know, I, Wuhuan, only respect strength. You are now a well-deserved warrior of Wuhuan. Your previous status does not represent anything. As long as you return to the right path and follow me to kill the Han people, I can make you the leader of a tribe in the future. How do you think?"

When he finished speaking, he looked at Wu Li expectantly.

Based on his understanding of slaves, Wuli should immediately dismount at this time, then kneel on the ground and kiss the tip of his shoe to express his honor and gratitude to him.

These lowly things are like this. As long as you throw them a couple of bones, they will wag their tails and beg for mercy, and even fight each other until they are bloody.

What he is throwing away now is not a bone, but the promise to make him a leader. How can he not thank me for such a great favor?

"When you become the leader, all the women and wealth in the tribe will be yours. You can also own countless slaves like the nobles before. They will do whatever you want them to do, even if you ask them to die, they will just obey."

Taton was still trying to persuade him patiently, but he didn't notice that Wuli's face was becoming more and more ugly, and his eyes were filled with strong murderous intent.

His words did not make Wuli happy. Instead, they reminded him of his tragic past. He thought that he was just like those slaves that Tadun mentioned, tortured and unable to control his own life and death.

Now that he had finally been rescued, Tadun wanted him to turn his guns against him simply by saying "Wuhuan people don't fight Wuhuan people"?

It's impossible, absolutely impossible. I would rather die than go back and work for these ugly nobles!

He remembered that day when the man held him back and told him not to kneel. Since that day, Wu Li had mentally cast his knees into steel, never able to bend them for the rest of his life.

That person also said that in the Yellow Turban cause, everyone was not fighting for any specific person, but for the entire poor group, which of course included himself.

"You know, what you said is so disgusting that it makes me want to vomit. If the Wuhuan in your eyes are the same Wuhuan as before, then it is better for the so-called Wuhuan to die."

At this moment, Wuli's expression was extremely determined. He looked at the cavalry soldiers behind him, among whom were both Wuhuan people and Han people.

Everyone heard clearly the conversation between him and Tadun, and now their eyes were indeed a little strange. Some of them had quietly reached for the hilt of the knife, and were quietly waiting for Wu Li's subsequent reaction.

Wu Li could already sense the subtle and dangerous atmosphere in the air. Although he had no intention of rebelling, he believed that if he really rebelled, even these Wuhuan soldiers would be the first to kill him, and he would not be able to command anyone to betray the Yellow Turbans.

Even the most ordinary soldiers in the Yellow Turban army knew why they were fighting. They were not the private troops of a certain general, but belonged to the millions of poor people.

If someone in the team betrays the group, the soldiers will no longer obey him, but will point their guns at the betrayer first.

No matter from the reality or from his heart, Wu Li could not be shaken by Tadun's words.

It can only be said that Tadun underestimated himself and the entire Yellow Turban group.

"The fate of Wuhuan should not be decided by people like you. Believe me, we will liberate all Wuhuan people. All Wuhuan people will be able to live a decent life and no longer have to suffer the tragedy of being treated like slaves. As for you, you just need to die."

Wu Li waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice: "Detain all of them and bring them back to Wang Shuai for trial!"

Tadun was immediately furious. Compared to being defeated and killed by the Han people, the betrayal from his own people was more painful to him. He just felt that Wuli had been bewitched by the Yellow Turbans and had lost his mind.

But he simply couldn't understand that what he saw as betrayal was just a joke in Wu Li's eyes.

The Wuhuan once viewed themselves as property and objects, so do objects and property need to establish some kind of bond with this group?

In Wu Li's eyes, class struggle is far greater than the so-called ethnic struggle.

Tadun couldn't understand this. All he saw were the former Wuhuan people, who were like possessed people, risking their lives for the Han people.

Although the former King Qiuliju had once surrendered to the Han Dynasty and sent troops to cooperate with the Han Dynasty's military operations, this attitude was completely different from that of the Wuhuan people in front of him.

"You think we have won. The real king of Wuhuan will come back sooner or later. He will pay for all our blood debts. Just wait!"

Tadun's eyes were bloodshot, and the words he said were childish, almost like self-consolation. This was more of the only comfort he could do in his desperate situation. If he was not even allowed this little bit of self-consolation, he would probably collapse completely.

Wuli knew that the king that Tadun was talking about was probably just Qiuliju's eldest son named Louban.

But this only made Wu Li shake his head. Putting hope on a child who is less than ten years old, what a helpless fantasy it is.

If Lou Ban really came back one day, Wuli would definitely kill him on the spot, because he would not allow any king to appear in Wuhuan again.

"The battle is over. Liaodong is in the hands of the Yellow Turbans. We can also rescue the people of the Liaodong tribes!"

A gust of wind blew, and the yellow ribbon on Wuli's head danced in the wind. At this moment, he felt a great joy. Every victory meant that more people could be rescued by him. The sense of satisfaction this brought him was incomparable to anything in the world.

The team then turned around and set off, with everyone smiling, and soon their resonant war song could be heard across the vast wasteland.

Only the captives who were tied with ropes and surrounded and driven by cavalry had dejected faces. The more excited the Yellow Turbans were, the sadder they were.

"Crazy, all crazy, these guys are all crazy, what's wrong with this world!"

Tadun looked at the Wuhuan people who were singing along and listened to their poor accents. He had a strong urge to die. He suspected that the Yellow Turban leader must have some magic, otherwise how could he turn the Wuhuan people into ghosts.

God, please open your eyes and take away that monster!

Xu Chen and Wang Dang estimated that it would take three months to rescue Liaodong. Now, from the time Wang Dang set out on the journey to the end of the battle and now to the completion of the finishing work, almost exactly two months have passed. If the time for return is included, the task can be completed in less than three months.

From the beginning of the battle, neither of them had ever thought of defeat, they both felt that this was an impossible situation.

No one knows the current combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turbans better than the two of them. It's okay that they don't have cavalry, but they really can't do anything about Subuyan. However, in the past two years, the Yellow Turbans have trained a qualified cavalry team, which means that there is no weakness in the Yellow Turbans now, and defeating Subuyan can be said to be easy.

After the several pursuing teams returned, although it was a pity to let Su Puyan and Lou Ban escape, their strength was not worth paying attention to.

Wang Dang waved his hand and ordered the army to move and march: "Leave the follow-up of Liaodong to Lu Ping, we just need to go to the western battlefield to support the leader!"

(End of this chapter)