The Restoration of the Great Qin of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1146
"Father, you are pushing the yellow scarf into the fire pit. If that's the case, then don't blame the child for being cruel."

……

Zhang Yan was walking on the road, thoughts flickered in his mind, he had already made a choice.Half of his life was dedicated to the cause of the Yellow Turbans, and Zhang Yan was unwilling to watch the remnants of the Yellow Turbans die.

From his point of view, Zhang Niujiao is already old, and the years of comfortable life have already smoothed his edges and corners, and the ambitions of the past have long been turned into clouds.

Zhang Yan was ambitious and in his prime, he didn't want to watch the Yellow Turban fall.He wants to reshape the Yellow Turban with his own power, and once again make a name for himself.

……

"Come on."

With a decision in his heart, Zhang Yan no longer hesitated, he went directly to the camp and summoned his confidantes.

"Young leader."

"Ah."

Nodding his head slightly, a gleam of light flashed across Zhang Yanhu's eyes. He knew in his heart that he had to rely on his confidantes if he wanted to succeed.

Now that the South Korean army is pressing down on the border, it is the time when the Black Mountain army is tightening the outside and inside loosening. The seeds of ambition in Zhang Yan's heart have broken out of their shells, and they can no longer be suppressed.

"One more attack tonight, be sure to kill."

"promise."

……

This team is Zhang Yan's confidant, the only secret he has kept since he hibernated on Mount Tai.Now that he wants to do something against the sky, he can only use this power instead.

Watching the dead men leave, Zhang Yan's eyes were bright, he knew in his heart that although the dead men were powerful, they were useless to Zhang Niujiao.

As the leader of the [-] Black Mountain Army, Zhang Niujiao has too many secret cards. Over the years, Zhang Niujiao has hidden too deeply. He is like a god-man hidden in the clouds and mist, without knowing the depth.

Zhang Yan knew in her heart that the success or failure of the planning of this matter ultimately depended on herself.

As the number one general in the remnants of the Yellow Turban, Zhang Yan's force is shocking to the world, and only by his own action can it be possible to end Zhang Niujiao.

……

After completing the deployment, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then turned his head towards Zhang Niujiao's handsome tent. He knew in his heart that this was the only chance.

Once he leads the army down the mountain, or the other leaders arrive, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will be lost.

……

Moreover, the opportunity cannot be missed, and the loss will never come again.How can an ambitious man like Zhang Yan miss it, because he knows in his heart that he can only succeed if he kills Zhang Niujiao.

Before power, morality is just an appearance, not worth mentioning at all.The love between father and son is invulnerable in the face of power.

"Young leader."

Standing at the door of Zhang Niujiao's handsome tent, Zhang Yan nodded, looked at the guards, and said.

"Has foster father fallen asleep?"

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"Young leader, the big head has not yet fallen asleep, and is in the big tent..."

"Ah."

Nodding slightly, he stepped in. The soldiers at the door did not have any doubts about Zhang Yan. They all knew that the young leader and the big leader were like father and son.

"The child has met the adoptive father!"

Hearing this, Zhang Niujiao turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan, who was bowing and worshiping, with a look of doubt in his tiger eyes. He had ordered Zhang Yan to go down the mountain, but unexpectedly Zhang Yan was still here.

Thoughts flickered in his mind, Zhang Niujiao couldn't help being puzzled, and asked, "Why is Yan'er here, and didn't lead the troops down the mountain?"

Hearing Zhang Niujiao's words, Zhang Yan knew in his heart that Zhang Niujiao was already suspicious at this moment, and after thinking about it, he quickly bowed and said.

"Father, this battle is fierce, and the child may not come back alive, so I come here to bid farewell to father."

……

Zhang Yan's answer made Zhang Niujiao silent, he knew in his heart that Zhang Yan's words were true, and it was said that a crock can never break without the mouth of a well, and the general will inevitably die before the battle.

Although Zhang Yan is the number one general of the Yellow Turban, Ju Yi at the bottom of the mountain is not a simple person. He is the number one general in Korea after Yan Liang and Wen Chou.

Confronting such a person, it is inevitable for Zhang Yan to feel worried, and because of this, Zhang Niujiao let go of his vigilance, and said to Zhang Yan.

"This time, our Yellow Turbans come out in full force. Whether it is Duke Han Yuan Shao or Duke Wei Cao Cao, we will surely win. Even if Duke Qin Yingfei leads the army, we cannot be left behind..."

At this moment, Zhang Niujiao, in order to dispel Zhang Yan's worries, spoke so loudly that it was amazing.It's just that Zhang Niujiao overestimated himself too much, and underestimated himself, the adopted son who gets along day and night.

"puff!"

A sword pierced Zhang Niujiao's heart, and the worry in Zhang Yan's eyes disappeared, and the whole person became fierce, and his murderous aura condensed as if it were real.

"Father, you are already old, and a place where the heart beats in troubled times is no longer suitable for you!"

The corner of Zhang Yan's mouth showed a hint of contempt, looking at Zhang Niujiao, who was exhaling more and less inhaling, and said: "The years of comfort have already made you lose your original blood."

"Now that you set up the banner of the Yellow Turbans and summon all the Yellow Turbans to come, you should frighten everyone by defeating the Han army, so as to unify the entire Yellow Turbans."

"Only in this way, in this troubled world, can the Yellow Turban stand on one side and fully participate in it."

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"Why do you do this? You are the young leader. As long as you die for your father, everything is yours. Why should you bear the notoriety of killing your father?"

The look in his eyes became darker and darker, Zhang Niujiao looked at the adopted son who had been with him day and night, as if looking at another stranger.Because he had never seen Zhang Yan like this before.

"Ha ha……"

With a sneer, Zhang Yan looked at Zhang Niujiao, paused every word, and said, "I didn't want to do this at first, but I didn't want to see the yellow scarf destroyed in your hands."

"Since you have set up the banner of the Yellow Turbans and summoned the remnants of the Yellow Turbans from all over the world, it means that from that moment on, we are the sworn enemies of South Korea."

"Only by encircling and annihilating Ju Yi can we coerce the ministries with absolute strength and become the only talker of the Yellow Turban ministries. It's a pity that you missed this great opportunity for nothing."

"Since you have chosen confrontation, you can only move forward without hesitation, but you are timid, watching Zhang Baiqi be destroyed without saving."

"When Zhang Baiqi died in battle, not only did you not make amends, but you sent me to die..."

……

Hearing Zhang Yan's words full of hatred and madness, Zhang Niujiao finally understood the reason, but he understood it too late.

Pulling out the iron sword, Zhang Yan sharpened his eyes, turned to face the outside of the big tent, and said.

"Come on."

……

"Less commander."

Glancing at his confidant, Zhang Yan looked unchanged, looked at the person coming, and said: "Tell the generals in the army that the big leader was beheaded by the assassins of the Korean army, and the guards were killed together."

"At the same time, order to block the peaks of Mount Tai and search for assassins..."

"promise."

Nodding his head in agreement, Li Dan turned and left. He knew in his heart that this was a long-planned assassination, but now that Zhang Niujiao had died, it was a foregone conclusion.

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Looking at Li Dan's leaving back, excitement flashed across Zhang Yan's eyes. He did not expect that things would go so smoothly. The power he once longed for is now at his fingertips.

"Father, the Yellow Turban will definitely flourish in my hands..."

　There will be one more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)