Chapter 40: The Last Day of the Yellow Turbans

  The dark clouds in the sky grew denser, and the lightning flashed violently within them, making a "sizzling" sound.

  "It's not good, that evil creature has actually used the Thousand Thunderbolt technique. Brother Mo Yan, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you to take us on a journey. If we're late, it will be a disaster for all living things." In the distance, two old men saw the dark clouds in the sky. One of them was none other than Mo Yan, the long-absent master of the Mo family and Zhang Rui's teacher. The other was an old man with white hair and beard, but his face was rosy and full of energy, making it impossible to guess his age if not for his white hair and beard. This old man looked at the dark clouds in the distance and said to Mo Yan.

  "Everyone use their ultimate moves to counter this corner's Thousand Thunderbolts." Zhang Rui saw the might in the sky and thought that its power must be astonishing, so he spoke up to remind everyone.

  "Qinglong Secret Technique: Ghostly Wailing Wolf, Chi Water Secret Technique: Black Snake Swallows Heaven, Invincible Slash, Haoran's Righteous Energy Meter... Hundred Refinements Become Soldiers..." Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Xun Yu, Huangfu Song, Cao Chun and others all released their own skills.

  The sky was filled with a dazzling array of skills, the sound of explosions and collisions never-ending. Zhang Rui gazed up at the sky, feeling as though he was watching fireworks in People's Square as a child - so colorful, so vibrant. The rumbling thunder in the sky grew louder, but before long, the dark clouds dispersed, and the weight on everyone's minds lifted. If they couldn't subdue Zhang Jiao even with their combined strength, how could they win? Everyone was also worried about this. Fortunately, Zhang Jiao wasn't a god, and it was possible to resist him with collective effort.

  Zhang Jiao was also helpless, a good man couldn't withstand the crowd, and two fists were hard to defeat four hands. This Thousand Thunderbolt was beyond his own ability range, and Master had previously ordered him not to use it unless it was a critical moment. Unexpectedly, such a powerful move was blocked by the combined efforts of the Northern Army, and the Yellow Turbans were indeed lacking in talent! When could they have as many excellent generals as the Northern Army?

  "My good disciple, did you just ignore the master's usual instructions? Don't you prepare to surrender yet..." A voice floated over abruptly, although it wasn't loud, everyone felt they heard it clearly.

  "The art of transmitting sound over a thousand miles, Big Brother is the master who has arrived. Master shouldn't still be drunk, right? How can he come to this place? Big Brother, let's run quickly and go back to Guangzong City to think of another way." Zhang Liang heard this voice and seemed to be in a panic, even his speech was incoherent.

  "Unexpectedly, this old thing has actually woken up. The whole army listens to the order and withdraws to Guangzong." Zhang Jiao shouted loudly, turned his horse's head first, and ran towards Guangzong City, with Zhang Liang closely following behind him. The Yellow Turbans also scattered and ran back in a disorderly manner.

  "Zhang Jiao was exhausted, and everyone took the opportunity to kill him! Whoever kills Zhang Jiao will be enfeoffed as a marquis of ten thousand households." Huangfu Song was puzzled why Zhang Jiao retreated in such a favorable situation, but how could a general not seize this opportunity. The Northern Army launched a full-scale attack, pursuing and killing Zhang Jiao.

  The Yellow Turbans lacked horses, and most people did not have horses. More than 100,000 people were quickly caught up by the Northern Army, and Zhang Jiao seemed to be really afraid of that voice at this time, and actually ignored the Yellow Turban crowd, only urging his horse to go to Guangzong City.

  The Yellow Turbans saw Zhang Jue flee and immediately surrendered, some stubborn elements lost the protection of Zhang Jue and were killed in minutes. In less than two hours, the Yellow Turbans suffered a dramatic defeat. Ten thousand people were captured, more than 20,000 were beheaded, most of whom were trampled to death by each other, and countless weapons were seized. The Northern Army won inexplicably, and the Yellow Turbans lost inexplicably.

  "Meng De, you lead the troops to continue pursuing Zhang Jiao and coordinate with Gong Wei's actions. The rest of you, follow me to clean up the battlefield." Huangfu Song saw that there were many captives and the scene was extremely chaotic, so he dispatched Cao Cao's cavalry unit to continue the pursuit and coordinate with Zhu Xu's actions. However, what Huangfu Song did not notice was that Dong Zhuo had also brought a cavalry unit, quietly following the road to Guangzong in pursuit.

  Zhang Jue and Zhang Liang fled as fast as they could, without looking back. They soon arrived at the foot of Guangzong City. When Zhang Jue turned his head to look back, he secretly lamented in his heart. The originally mighty army of 150,000 had now dwindled to a mere 2,000 scattered men. Fortunately, the remaining ones were all their trusted followers.

  "I am General Zhang Liang, quickly open the city gate and let us in." Zhang Liang looked at the bare city wall, although he felt strange in his heart, but didn't think much about it. After all, the main force of the Northern Army must be busy cleaning up the battlefield now.

  The drawbridge creaked as it was lowered, and Zhang Liang's heart also relaxed. He would go into the city to see why there were no guards on the city wall. Zhang Liang drove his horse onto the drawbridge and arrived at the city gate. With a rumbling sound, the city gate slowly opened.

  What appeared before Zhang Liang and Zhang Jue was not surprise, but dense arrows. "Zhang Jue, Zhang Liang, Zhu Jun has taken Guangzong for a long time, haha, release the arrows." At this moment, Zhu Jun was truly pleased with himself, Xun Yu's plan was indeed good, Guangzong was as expected, the city was empty, and he took down Guangzong City without much effort. Then quickly clean up the battlefield, waiting for Zhang Jue and Zhang Liang to arrive.

  "Big brother, you go quickly, don't avenge me." Zhang Liang took in a breath of cold air and used his own body to block the dense hail of arrows, while the several hundred people behind him were also unable to escape, all being hit by multiple arrows and dying.

  "Old Second." Zhang Jiao left behind sorrowful tears. A man has tears but does not easily shed them, only when he is deeply grieved. Zhang Jiao was originally the most worried of the three brothers, and even after Old Third's death, he had not avenged him. Now Old Second had died right in front of him, and before his death, he had shouted at him not to avenge him.

  Maybe the second brother was right, if I wasn't being bewitched at that time, using the Divine Drunkenness (as the name suggests, even gods get drunk for 10 years) to confuse my master and steal his "Taiping Essentials". Then, my three brothers and I went down the mountain to spread the teachings, gradually developing into a powerful force of the Taiping Dao. After experiencing the thrill of power, I had already forgotten that my original intention was just to sneak down the mountain without telling my master and have some fun for a few years.

  Now everything is too late, it's all because I was blinded by power and only thought about the struggle for power. Now I've harmed Xiaobao and also harmed Lao Er. If at that time I didn't think about leaving the mountain, the three brothers would have happily followed Master to learn martial arts on the mountain, who knows what situation would have appeared?

  "We're leaving," Zhang Jiao wiped away tears from his eyes. He led the remaining few hundred people, found a direction and ran off.

  "Zhang Jue has fled, Cao Mengde is here." Cao Cao's five thousand cavalry finally felt that they were in a desperate pursuit of Zhang Jue. Gradually, Zhang Jue rushed into a reed marsh, and the people around him became fewer and fewer. Finally, Zhang Jue found that he was left alone.

  "You scoundrel, haven't you come to your senses yet?"

  Zhang Jiao looked up and saw that the person standing in front of him was not his master Nan Hua Xianren, who else could it be?

  At this moment, Cao Cao, Zhang Rui, and Xun Yu had also arrived. Mo Yan looked at Zhang Rui in front of him, his former most promising disciple, and smiled slightly, which was a greeting.

  "You wretched disciple, are you going to surrender yourself or do you want me, your master, to take action?" said Nanhuaxian.

  "Master, I am no longer Zhang Jiao from the days when I followed you to learn the art. All of this is your doing. Yellow Turban Heavenly Technique: Heavenly Thunder Explode."