People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 231 Follow me and kill the Han thieves!

The atmosphere was as heavy as a mountain. Only after Chunyu Qiong's troops had completely left their mark did the villagers dare to begin collecting the bodies of the Yellow Turbans. When they picked up the heads of the Yellow Turbans that had rolled to the ground and saw these familiar faces, many of them could not help but cry out in grief.

The Yellow Turbans had only been in Changshan for a few months, but in the eyes of the common people, they were already like family members.

"God damned the officers and soldiers, such good people like the Yellow Turbans were killed like this, God is so unfair!"

An old man held a head in his hand, looking for the corresponding body, but he couldn't match it up for a long time. He had no idea whose it was. Finally, he sat down and started cursing.

As soon as he said this, everyone else couldn't hold back their tears. The adults secretly wiped away their tears, and the children cried loudly.

The man who had been digging the grave silently threw away the hoe in his hand, with uncontrollable anger on his face.

"What a bunch of crap officers and soldiers, they are no different from bandits. On the contrary, the Yellow Turbans are the real righteous army. In the past few months, the Yellow Turbans have distributed land to us and helped us to settle accounts with our nobles. The officers and soldiers have never done these things for us.

We finally had a peaceful life, but they came to rob us. How could such a ridiculous thing happen in the world? I want to know who is the official and who is the thief! "

As the man spoke, his tone became more and more angry, and finally he looked up to the sky and questioned, as if he was accusing God of being unfair just like the old man.

No one understood the Yellow Turbans better than they did. They had never encountered a group as dedicated to the people as the Yellow Turbans in their entire lives. In comparison, the previous government was simply unforgivable.

But why did such a good person end up like this?
The officials of the Han Dynasty would not go down to the fields to help the poor peasants with work during the busy farming season, nor would they take the village children to teach them to read whenever they had time. If ferocious wild beasts rushed into the village, the Yellow Turbans would be the first to stand in front and kill them.

The folks did not submit to the Han Dynasty, but they certainly submitted to the Xuanxia Yellow Turbans.

The Yellow Turbans were not high-ranking officials in the government, but leaders who always stood among the people and were always at the forefront.

The common people did not fear the Yellow Turbans like the Han officials, but respected them from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing the Yellow Turban die, it felt like losing a loved one.

Chunyu Qiong's looting of the village only intensified the villagers' resentment and pain. They felt very unfair as the good guys were miserable and the bad guys were triumphant.

If there is still justice in the world, things shouldn't be like this!
"What kind of officers and soldiers are they?"

Someone carefully put the Yellow Turban's head and body together, and when he stood up again, he said hatefully: "I am a citizen of Xuanxia, ​​the Yellow Turbans of Xuanxia are the soldiers, and the Han are the thieves in my eyes."

At this point, he pointed in the direction where Chunyu Qiong disappeared and said resolutely: "It is them who deserve to die, these Han thieves!"

As soon as the words "Han traitor" were uttered, it seemed as if there was a response from destiny. Dark clouds rolled in and a loud thunder exploded suddenly.

The folks present were stunned for a moment at first, but then they all came to their senses.

Yes, today, Xuan Xia is the real righteous army and the court that he hopes for. As for the Han Dynasty that exploits the people endlessly, how can it be considered a court!
Who is an official and who is a thief, the balance in their hearts has quietly reversed.

The authority that the Han Dynasty had established over hundreds of years had been completely replaced by Xuan Xia in just a few months, and the people of Changshan had made their own choice.

"That's right, the Yellow Turbans are the soldiers, the Han are the thieves, I am from Xuanxia, ​​I am a citizen of Xuanxia!"

"Humph, I just want to stand with the Yellow Turbans. If the Han thieves want to kill people, then come on!"

"Count me in. Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will help the Yellow Turbans drive the Han bandits out of Changshan. If we continue to let the Han bandits rule us, our lives will not be long. Sooner or later, we will be exploited to death by the Han bandits!"

"Yes, kill him! If the Yellow Turbans are defeated, the Han thieves will ride on our heads again. It would be better for me to die!"

For a time, the villagers were very excited. They were indignant about the sacrifice of the Yellow Turbans and even more angry about the evil deeds of the Han thieves.

If the Yellow Turbans had never come here, perhaps they could continue to endure the exploitation of the so-called "government", but now that they have seen the light, they can never return to darkness.

One by one, they stood up, even the old men and women, without hesitation.

Their eyes gradually became firm, and there was no need to say anything, as they all knew what was in their minds. Once the Yellow Turbans were buried, they would pick up whatever weapons they could and fight to the death with the officers and soldiers.

If there is no end in sight for the suffering, then let’s fight to the death!
Even if doing so would ultimately result in a violent death, they wouldn't care. Death is painful, but could it be more painful than endless labor, military service and miscellaneous taxes?

Only seven or eight Yellow Turbans fell here, but now it seems that more Yellow Turbans have stood up.

When the villagers were ready to fight to the death, a dozen figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village, which attracted the attention of the villagers. The villagers quickly recognized these people, and then they became nervous.

Those were all captives brought by the Yellow Turbans. After the Yellow Turbans were killed, no one cared for these captives anymore, so the villagers just let them go. Now when they saw them coming back, the villagers immediately regarded these people as enemies!
After all, these captives were previously known as "Han traitors"!
The old man picked up the hoe and glared at these people: "Don't think that no one can subdue you just because the Yellow Turbans are gone. Now everyone in this village is a Yellow Turban. Come on, let's see who can walk out alive!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the villagers began to pick up things in their hands, hoes, sticks, and even stones, as long as they could be used, they picked up them, and then gathered around the old man, as if they were ready to fight to the death.

Although these captives are all young and strong and look difficult to deal with, the villagers are no longer afraid.

However, in the face of hostility from their fellow villagers, the captives did not take any action.

But then one of the young men walked out, came in front of the crowd, and threw the bundle of things on his shoulders to the ground. When everyone looked, they found that it was a bundle of sharpened wooden spears.

"You don't know how to fight. If you act rashly, you will just end up dying."

After saying this, the young man turned around and walked towards the Yellow Turban's body. Everyone was stunned by his attitude at this time, but no one stopped him.

They saw the young man come to the front of the Yellow Turban corpses, then squat down and take off the headband from one of the heads. It was a Yellow Turban that was half stained with blood.

Then the young man calmly tied the yellow scarf on his head, turned his back to the people and said: "You don't know how to fight, but I, Zhao Yun, do. Follow me and kill the Han thieves!"

Seeing this, many villagers were hesitant for a moment. After all, these captives could not be considered their own people in their eyes.

They looked at each other, unable to make a decision for a while.

The old man, however, looked at them carefully for a long time and could slowly tell what was true and what was false. Having lived for most of his life, he could not deceive the young people whether they were telling the truth or lies. He could feel that these captives were sincere.

Although they were captives, the Yellow Turbans actually treated them well. Apart from the required labor, they usually treated them as ordinary people.

It seems that these young people also know good and evil.
"I believe you. We are useless, so I will listen to you!" The old man took the wooden spear from the ground, held it in his hand and gestured twice, and it worked well: "As long as we can kill the Han thieves, we will do whatever you say!"

After the old man made his statement, the others were silent for a while and then followed suit and picked up their wooden spears. Their attitude was self-evident.

Zhao Yun turned around and looked at them. Although he looked calm on the surface, he felt relieved in his heart.

Fortunately, he gained the trust of the villagers, otherwise, Chunyu Qiong would not be able to kill enough prisoners with just the dozen or so captives he had. But the villagers in front of him were far from enough either.

"We have too few people. We need to mobilize more people to do something. If possible, we can unite the people in the surrounding villages to act. Otherwise, we will not be able to deal with the Han thieves."

Zhao Yun said, and then he glanced at the corpses of the Yellow Turbans beside him and sighed: "You guys bury these warriors first, and then follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers' vigilance was reduced a lot, and they silently began to act according to his instructions.

Everyone worked together to dig a grave, carefully buried all the Yellow Turbans, and then disappeared into the distance following Zhao Yun without looking back.

There were actually quite a few people in Changshan who were as angry and rebellious as they were, which was largely related to Chunyu Qiong's actions.

The several armies sent by Yuan Shao this time, such as Zhang He, had relatively good military discipline. Although suppressing the Yellow Turbans would also make the people angry, it would not be to this extent.

Chunyu Qiong completely disregarded military discipline, and this bandit style was the direct cause of the people's rebellion.

The nearby areas had basically been plagued by Chunyu Qiong, which facilitated the actions of Zhao Yun and his men. As the villagers connected with each other everywhere, after a few days, they actually gathered a team of more than a thousand people.

Although this team was mostly composed of peasant soldiers from the common people and had no combat effectiveness at all, Zhao Yun already had a plan in mind and thought that he might be able to accomplish something as long as he used it properly.

After uniting this team of a thousand people, Zhao Yun immediately picked out many young and strong men in the team, and everyone gathered together to begin to make a battle plan.

"According to the practice of the Han bandit army, after they reach a county, they will split up their troops to sweep all the villages and counties, basically with a thousand men in each team, and usually only leave more than two thousand men at the headquarters to guard the logistics, food and supplies, and this is our only chance.

We only have a thousand soldiers and our combat power is not enough, so it is impossible for us to engage in a head-on confrontation. Therefore, we can only launch a surprise attack, and we have to take the risk of a night attack!

We don't seek to kill the enemy, as long as we can burn their food supplies, we can hinder their actions, and then we will have the opportunity to slowly maneuver them later!"

(End of this chapter)