The city is full of Yellow Turbans

Chapter 40
"Report, Guangzong's messenger has arrived."

It was just dawn on the second day, and after a sleepless night, Xu Feng heard the news of the messenger's arrival just after he got up and finished washing.

"Bring it up!"

Xu Feng straightened his clothes, sat down in the middle, waved his hand outside the door and said.

"Here!"

Not long after, the door slammed, and Dian Wei walked in with a scribe in his thirties.

"Congratulations general, congratulations general, the leader has an order, general Xu has made great achievements in the battle, and rescued the siege of Yingchuan. I specially asked the younger one to bring the latest appointment. Please accept the order."

"Wanfu, the leader, Xu Feng accepts the order." Xu Feng hurriedly stood up and bowed to salute.

After reading the letter brought by the scribe, Xu Feng was very excited. He didn't expect that Zhang Jiao would treat him so kindly. Not only did he make himself the commander of Yingchuan Qu, command all the military affairs of Yingchuan, he even recruited himself as his personal disciple.

Xu Feng knew that although Zhang Jiao had many disciples, there were only eight direct disciples, like Zhang Mancheng, He Yi, Bo Cai, Zhang Baiqi, etc. These were Zhang Jiao's direct disciples, and only direct disciples could gain Zhang Jiao's reliance. , sitting in one side, loved by the Yellow Turban soldiers, willing to follow desperately.

In the past, no matter how great the credit was, I had no family or share after all, so I could only be regarded as an outsider with only a handful of influences. Otherwise, I became Zhang Jiao's personal disciple, and every word and deed would represent Zhang Jiao. But a gold-lettered signboard that is hard to buy, with it, you will get twice the result with half the effort and there will be no disadvantages.

Xu Feng doesn't care what it is?However, in order to lead the Yellow Turbans and have a better development, this kind of opportunity should not be missed!

"Please rest assured, the leader. Xu Feng will definitely live up to the high expectations of the leader. He will do his best to serve the great cause of the leader. He will die without regret."

"The general has a heart. After I go back, I will report to the leader. In addition, the leader has an order. The angel of the gods, General Zhang Mancheng, was killed by Nanyang prefect Qin Jie. Please be sure to cut off Qin Jie's head to avenge General Zhang and the leader. Share your worries." The messenger asked again.

"Tell the leader, please relax. With me, Xu Feng, this matter is nothing to worry about. I will send Qin Jie's head to his old man." Xu Feng cupped his fists and said, a little Qin Jie, Xu Feng Didn't take it seriously.

Xu Feng ordered someone to take the messenger down to rest, took Dian Wei with him, and took Zhang Jiao's appointment, and strode straight to the Jiaojun Field.

The military field is crowded with people, all the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans are here, but at this moment, everyone is terrified, why?The corpses of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers on the ground alone made people shudder. Thousands of brothers were killed overnight. Everyone knew about this matter. No one expected that Xu Feng would be so cruel to his own people.

"Please Huang Lao Taoist Dharma."

Accompanied by Dian Wei and others, Xu Feng slowly climbed onto the high platform. Xu Feng, who was dressed in yellow clothes and with a yellow scarf on his forehead, was holding a nine-section stick in his hand, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. After reading it, I couldn't help being solemn.

Not long after, the Dharma image of Huang Laodao, the Daoist of Taiping Dao, was respectfully carried to the high platform by everyone. Xu Feng had a solemn face, and bowed his head respectfully and politely. , when the year is Jiazi, the world will be prosperous."

The power of ancient beliefs should not be underestimated. Now, as Zhang Jiao's direct disciple, Xu Feng has this qualification, and he can be better followed by others.

"This commander has just been appointed by the leader, and has been recruited by the leader as the ninth largest direct disciple. He will sit in Yingchuan and lead the three armies. This is a letter from the leader brought by the messenger. Please read it." Xu Feng bowed three times to the minister. After that, he stood up and took out Zhang Jiao's letter, raised his right hand high, and said loudly, "Heaven is dead, Huang Tianli, the leader is blessed, Taiping Dao is mighty!"

When everyone's eyes fell on the letter above Xu Feng's right hand, on the radiant and golden yellow Taiping Road sign, no one dared to have any doubts in their hearts, kowtowed their heads again, and followed Xu Fengshan to shout "Heaven dies!" , Huang Tianli, the leader is blessed, and the Taiping Dao is mighty."

"Brothers in my way, regardless of high or low, regardless of rich or high, are equal, all are brothers, we should work together, not afraid of sacrifice, not afraid of bloodshed, yesterday these people were full of greed, regardless of the overall situation, wanting to monopolize us for blood. The treasures, money and food that came here have slandered the morality of the Taiping Dao and broken the rules of the leader, so they should be killed." Xu Feng shouted angrily, pointing at the thousands of corpses on the ground.

Only then did everyone understand what was going on?

"What they took was not my treasure, Xu Feng's money, but our hard work. Can you agree?"

"No. No promise!"

"But I, Xu Feng, am not a ruthless person. No matter what, these people used to be our brothers and have contributed to my yellow scarf. Therefore, after their death, I, Xu Feng, will definitely take care of their families as appropriate, double the pension, and never give up. Don't treat any brother badly. But if such things happen in the future, don't blame me, Xu Feng, for being ruthless. Remember, from today on, you are no longer poor people, because what you hold in your hands is not a burning stick, but a sharp weapon for killing people. It is a weapon to overthrow the corrupt Han court and strive for a happy life. You are our Yellow Turban team, soldiers, soldiers, not bandits."

Seeing doubts on everyone's faces, most of them didn't understand, Xu Feng said again, "What is a soldier? You are not yourself, and you cannot represent your own selfishness. You are the team of our poor people. You are for the better tomorrow of our poor people. Let us not No longer being exploited by traitors, no longer being exploited by tyrants, no longer being oppressed by the court, how can one person, a few people, thousands of people, be able to do it?"

"No!" Everyone still understands this truth.

Xu Feng stood on the high platform and said loudly: "So, we must unite, unite all the poor people, all oppressed and persecuted brothers, we cannot have money and food, regardless of other people's life and death, these money and food , It is our war supplies, our common property of the Yellow Turbans, definitely not my Xu Feng, nor yours, only if we overthrow this ruined court, can we really have a good life. Of course, we must overthrow this decadent court , is not easy, very bitter and tiring, many brothers will be killed and injured, maybe we will all bleed to death, but our death is definitely worth it, because our family, our brothers, they can never be oppressed again, forever To live a good life, I, Xu Feng, will not force you, who is not willing to do so, you can stand up now, I will never stop, not only that, I will also share your travel expenses."

"We will not leave, we will always follow the leader, and we will never give up until we overthrow the imperial court!" Many enthusiastic soldiers expressed their views one after another.

"Did you really promise to let us leave safely?" Of course, there were also those who chose to leave in twos and threes. After all, the days of being a soldier and fighting were difficult, and not everyone could bear it.

"Er Gouzi! You bastard, I didn't expect you to be so useless. If you dare to leave, I will never look down on you."

(End of this chapter)