The Three Great Han Dynasties: Awaken Liu Bei with a scolding; you weave mats and sell sandals.

As Dong Zhuo watched Liu Hong's retreating figure, he thought to himself: "A true man should live this way. I wonder if I, Dong Zhuo, will ever have such a stance or future?"

In the historical timeline, Dong Zhuo was even more powerful than Liu Hong is today.

He held the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords, and his title of Grand Tutor wielded immense power in the court and even dared to commit adultery in the imperial harem.

When he led his army into Luoyang, he was considered a powerful and ambitious figure. However, he was ultimately blinded by his lust for power. In addition, his subordinates harbored resentment and were not of one mind, which led to his disastrous defeat. Afterwards, the entire Liangzhou army fell into infighting, and any attempt to rise again was nothing but a joke.

Stepping out of the tent, Liu Hong looked at the enemy's lair in the distance and couldn't help but sigh, ultimately feeling helpless.

Regarding the Taiping Cult and Zhang Jiao.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

If he hadn't been born in a chaotic era, and if he hadn't harbored ulterior motives, perhaps this person could have become a renowned figure in the region; if it weren't for the supreme throne of the emperor, perhaps the Yellow Turban Rebellion would never have occurred.

In Taoism, Zhang Jiao should be considered a high-ranking figure, among the immortals.

It's a real pity.

At this moment, within the city of Julu, Zhang Jiao had fallen seriously ill.

His beard and hair were all white, and his face was sallow. Where was the radiant face and boundless pride he had when he first started the uprising, with reports of victories coming from all over the country?

His face was withered, and he looked like an old man who was nearing the end of his life and didn't have much time left.

"Big brother. Big brother."

A mournful voice rang out, and Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were filled with sorrow, yet there was nothing they could do.

After all, the two of them alone cannot change the current downward trend.

Even the eldest brother was powerless to save the situation.

How did these two manage to turn the tide?

This is a basic level of self-awareness.

They still exist.

"If it weren't for that scoundrel Tang Zhou's betrayal, we Yellow Turban rebels would have been much better prepared. How could we have ended up like this? It's truly unbearable."

Zhang Bao let out a loud shout and slammed his fists on the table, his eyes bloodshot.

Zhang Liang, standing to the side, also had a strong killing intent in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it. Damn that bastard. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have saved his life back then. Otherwise, how could my Taiping Sect and my Yellow Turban Army have fallen to such a state today?"

If I had known this, why bother.

Such heartbreak weighs heavily on one's heart.

Zhang Jiao, however, was completely indifferent to all of this at this moment.

He coughed lightly, aggravating his illness, but only smiled faintly, which immediately drew the attention of Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao.

"Alright... After the Yellow Turban Rebellion is defeated, you two should immediately change your names and go far away to other places. You may even gain some wealth and status in the future."

Zhang Jiao's voice was weak, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "If I hadn't started this uprising, perhaps the two of you wouldn't be in this predicament today..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, brother?"

Zhang Bao suddenly knelt down, his eyes red, and said, "All of this was done willingly by us. Please, elder brother, understand."

"It's my eldest brother."

Zhang Liang also knelt down, his tone resolute, "If one day you are truly gone, my second brother and I will definitely lead the Yellow Turban Army to attack the imperial court again and make a comeback. Our Yellow Turban Army will not end so easily. Absolutely not."

At this moment, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao were still somewhat caught up in the heroic spirit of the Yellow Turban Army's previous rampage, completely unaware of the critical level of the current situation.

One wrong move, and not only would the Yellow Turban Rebellion be wiped out, but all of them, the ringleaders, would likely lose their heads. Zhang Jiao wanted to offer some advice after reading this, but ultimately kept his mouth shut.

Regarding the temperaments of the two younger brothers.

He could still guess some of it.

They are not exactly good people, but they are not exactly wicked either.

That's it, that's it.

Zhang Jiao thought to himself, and the next moment he stopped insisting.

Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, everything is preordained.

Zhang Jiao slowly closed his eyes, swallowing all his obsessions into his stomach.

He slowly closed his eyes, and next to his bed were Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, their faces full of resentment.

"Second brother, what should we do now?"

The army outside the city is incredibly powerful now.

A hint of fear finally crept into Zhang Bao's voice.

What else can be done?

"Of course I'll fight them to the death. Or are you afraid, Third Brother?"

Zhang Liang stiffened his neck and shouted with all his might.

"Second brother, you're making false accusations here for no reason. I'm not afraid at all. If all else fails, the worst that can happen is death."

The two men spoke slowly, their tone both carrying a hint of bravado but underlying weakness, unaware that their words had also reached Zhang Jiao's ears.

However, Zhang Jiao was already exhausted and didn't know what to say.

After all, everyone has their own destiny.

His elder brother had done everything he could; there was nothing more he could do to change the situation.

Three days later, the real battle was about to begin. Liu Hong stood atop his chariot.

His gaze was cold and unwavering, yet at this moment, the sharp glint in his eyes spoke volumes, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"kill."

Liu Hong uttered a single word, the sound of which reverberated throughout the surrounding area.

Instantly, the thousands of troops behind them began to mobilize. General Lu Zhi, Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Liu Bei's generals Zhao Yun, Gan Ning, Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and others, all charged forward with incredible speed, heading towards Julu County in the blink of an eye. Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground trembled violently as the two armies clashed. At the moment of contact, it was as if two primordial beasts were locked in a fierce struggle, their battle cries soaring into the sky.

"Kill these Yellow Turban rebels, and the world will be at peace."

The Han soldiers roared with bloodshot eyes, their blades flashing and blood splattering everywhere.

"Only by killing you Han dogs can the world truly be at peace. None of you aristocratic people are any good."

The Yellow Turban rebels were also bloodthirsty, roaring hoarsely.

"Today, we will surely restore the entire Julu Commandery to the rule of the Han Dynasty. You traitors, we will make sure you die without a burial place."

Liu Hong's voice, transmitted through the messenger, resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

Both sides launched their attacks with lightning speed.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Turban Army was already doomed, its forces were outnumbered, and after only a short time of fighting, it was already at a disadvantage.

On the other hand, the Han side consisted of elite soldiers and generals.