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Chen Shao pointed his broadsword at the trembling Wei Bo soldiers kneeling on the ground.

"I'm giving you a chance to live. Whoever has a yellow turban wrapped around their head now is one of us."

"Kill the rest."

"Gather on the street after half an incense stick's time!"

Upon hearing this, the entire city wall erupted into chaos.

Everyone started getting into pornography.

Wu Song had already climbed the cloud ladder to Chen Shao's side.

He frowned and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, wouldn't this be a bad idea? Both armies are wearing yellow turbans, making them easy to distinguish and difficult to command."

Chen Shao sighed inwardly. It seemed that the Wu and Song brothers were more suited to be bodyguards like Dian Wei, or skilled warriors charging into battle.

He's probably not very suitable for leading troops.

This was something he did intentionally.

The surrendered soldiers entangled with the Yellow Turbans precisely to create chaos, tearing apart the familiar faces from the same villages and towns within the Yellow Turban army, making it impossible for them to band together.

Only in this way can we become a truly iron-willed army.

Otherwise, they'll create small cliques and minor conflicts for you every now and then, which will make things very difficult.

Especially the Yellow Turbans, a group that was temporarily formed for the purpose of getting food.

"This makes it easier to manage."

Chen Shao didn't explain much, "You'll understand when you lead your men to sweep through the city later."

By evening that day, the entire city of Weibo was filled with people wearing yellow turbans.

Even Chen Shao and others were no exception.

It was truly as if the entire city was filled with Yellow Turban soldiers.

The people were dumbfounded. What was going on? Where were the garrison troops?

......

The main hall of the Qian residence was brightly lit.

Qian Wanguan sat in a grand chair, twirling two walnuts in his hands.

A sumptuous feast was laid out in front of them.

A waiter was announcing the names of the dishes:

"Mr. Qian, today's dishes include steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, and roast goose..."

"Get out of here."

Old Qian wasn't interested in these kinds of foods.

He glanced at the guests around him and smiled slightly:

"How is it?"

"Am I wrong? Did Chen Shao show up on the city wall today?"

"The King of Zhao was carried to the top of the city wall, but neither he nor his confidants were seen."

"They must have taken a secret passage and fled overnight."

Everyone raised their glasses in praise.

"Old Qian is indeed a prophet. This is what you call strategizing and winning from afar. With just a little bit of information, he has that kid completely under his thumb."

"Haha, that kid was in such a hurry to escape that he probably didn't take much wealth with him. When he comes back, it'll all be ours."

"Damn it, after all that fuss yesterday, I thought he was really focused on dealing with the Yellow Turban rebels."

"Haha, let's drink!"

With a bang, the hall erupted in a flurry of chatter.

Mr. Qian enjoyed this feeling.

I am oblivious to the approaching end of my artistic career, and wealth and status are like fleeting clouds to me.

He cared nothing for eating, drinking, having fun, fame, or fortune.

He only enjoys the detached, otherworldly feeling of being admired by everyone while remaining unmoved, watching the flowers bloom and fade.

To put it bluntly, he's just like Han Cao.

Seeing others happy because of their wisdom makes them happier than they are themselves.

Just then, a servant stumbled in.

"Mr. Qian, something terrible has happened!"

"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disorganized?"

Old Qian shook his head slightly, his face full of disappointment. He was about to say something like, "Those who achieve great things should..." but then he felt it was inappropriate to say that to a mere servant.

So I gave a soft hum:

"What's the panic! The sky isn't going to fall!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the main hall door was kicked down.

The two carved wooden doors collapsed with a crash, sending splinters flying everywhere. A plate of steamed deer tail was completely covered by the flying wood chips.

Wu Song, with a yellow turban wrapped around his head and a large sword in his hand, rushed in.

Behind him was a group of burly men, all wearing yellow turbans.

Each of them held knives and spears, looking fierce and menacing.

"The sky won't fall, your door will!"

Wu Song sneered, "Make your move! Take everything!"

Qian Wanguan's eyes widened, and his hand trembled as he pointed at Wu Song.

"You...you...you...you..."

"Didn't you just rob me yesterday? Why are you here again today? Have you no regard for the law? I demand to see His Majesty! I want to impeach you!"

...Emperor has become a Yellow Turban rebel, which Wu Song also found unbelievable. He grinned:

"Yesterday it was the government troops who looted it, today I'll represent the Yellow Turbans and loot it again, is that too much to ask?"

"The general said that you rich and heartless people should plunder more than once."

"Let you experience what it means to be ripped out of your bones and have your marrow sucked dry."

"Brothers, take everything of value, don't leave a single grain of rice behind!"

These Yellow Turban soldiers were a mixed bag.

There were ordinary civilians and newly formed garrison troops, but no matter who they were, they were all adept at this kind of exploitation of the wealthy.

They immediately pounced on each house like wolves and tigers.

They ransacked the place, pried open locks, and broke down doors.

His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Old Qian noticed the resentful look in the eyes of the wealthy local gentry who were holding their heads in their hands beside him.

Pointing at Wu Song: "You...you all..."

Then her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

......

Chen Shaoding's military regulations were extremely strict, and such scenes of exploiting the wealthy could only occur on his designated list.

If anyone takes advantage of the chaos to loot and plunder the people's property, whoever it is, they shall be beheaded immediately and their heads displayed to the public.

Therefore, the entire city of Weibo did not fall into panic.

Instead, the people beat drums and gongs and took to the streets to celebrate.

Chen Shao kept his promise and distributed the wealth he had looted to the people, using the remainder for military expenses.

They also found a lot of wine and meat in the mansion of a wealthy man, and set up a celebration banquet in the city.

This army was a diverse group, including Yellow Turban soldiers, members of the Dragon Subduing Gang, garrison troops from Weibo, and guards from Huaiyuan...

At first, the groups tried to keep their groups separate, but they suddenly realized that they couldn't find any companions.

They all had yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, making them unrecognizable.

Fortunately, Chen Shao reiterated that all men are brothers under heaven, and that once they joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion, they were all brothers. Gradually, everyone put aside their differences and resolved all their problems with wine.

Chen Shao didn't say anything, just simply: Eat and drink to your heart's content!

The entire city of Weibo was as lively as during the Spring Festival.

The wine was half-drunk.

Several former generals in the Yellow Turban Army exchanged glances.

They came together.

"Gentlemen, the time is almost right, we can do it."

"Wouldn't that be a bad thing? After all, it might not be a good thing..."

"If you're bold enough, now's the time to do it, even with the Empress Dowager on maternity leave!"

After discussing it for a while, the group all nodded and reached a consensus.

One of them suddenly slapped his forehead.

"By the way, what was this general's name again?"

Their conversation was overheard by Wu Song.

His name is Chen Shao.

"Gentlemen, are you really sure you want to do this?"