Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Helian Xiong is not Yuwen Long, and his hobbies are no secret.

Using his good looks to threaten him won't work.

It's not surprising that such a person could withstand torture.

But Chen Shao didn't need to press him for answers at all.

Bai Bingbing has already given him detailed accommodations for these 5,000 people.

Chen Shao ignored him and gave the order directly:

"General Lü."

"Your humble servant is here!"

With a solemn expression, Aluminum Cloth knelt on one knee and gave a standard military salute.

Chen Shao's address of "General" made his bones melt.

"Immediately assemble a large army and follow me to drive out the Tartars."

"I will lead the charge!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Without any hesitation, the aluminum cloth bent over and retreated.

His first major achievement as a newcomer to the workforce required utmost care.

"Lead the charge? You?" Helian Xiong scoffed.

Despite losing to Chen Shao twice, he remained unconvinced.

I always felt that the other party was very strange, and that I didn't win against him with my own strength.

If these pretty boys are this good, then what's the point of them being so good-looking?

You've misunderstood.

Chen Shao patted his head and said, "When I say 'leading the charge,' I mean leading the charge with your head in tow."

"What head?"

"Your head, otherwise how could you call it leading the charge?"

......

at the same time.

Deep within the camp.

Zhang Liang woke up slowly, and the first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to exhale a puff of black smoke.

He looked around blankly and saw General Xuanji squatting beside him, sighing deeply.

"What...what happened...Where is Chen Shao?"

General Xuanji was overjoyed to see that he had woken up.

"General, you're finally awake! Chen Shao has performed rituals again, asking Heaven to bestow a lot of meat porridge. The entire camp has gone mad from drinking it all."

"Now look what's happened! Everyone's going to follow Chen Shao. General, if you don't stop them, you'll be all alone!"

"They dare!"

Zhang Liang was furious and immediately sat up.

An unnamed rage surged straight to the top of his head.

"How dare he!"

"Quickly take your men and come with me to kill him!"

Zhang Liang spoke sternly and boldly, but in his heart he was still filled with regret.

Why did I have to be so reckless and pull such a stunt?

Why bother fighting him? We should have just killed him back then.

Of course, his intentions were good.

Defeating the dragon, who claimed to be the emperor, with Taoist magic had an immeasurable impact on the Yellow Turbans' faith.

No one would have guessed that an emperor living a life of luxury actually knew magic.

They may even possess the legendary ability to summon lightning.

...

When Zhang Liang arrived with about a hundred brothers, Lu Bu had already assembled a force of nearly 20,000 men.

They comprised almost half of the ten armies.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Liang immediately roared in a frenzy:

"Who gave you permission to line up here! Go back!"

"Return to your camps. No one is to be moved without my orders!"

The army was in a state of turmoil, but did not disband.

Most people pretended not to hear, and some, feeling embarrassed, scratched their heads and looked into the distance.

A soldier who was close to Zhang Liang brought him a bowl of meat porridge with a grin.

"General, please calm down and have something to eat first."

"What the hell?!"

Zhang Liang initially wanted to smash it, but the fragrance that wafted into his nose made his Adam's apple bob.

He snatched the bowl and gulped it all down in one go.

I couldn't help but let out a burp.

General Xuanji whispered a reminder from the side:

"General, this was conjured by Chen Shao. You must be mindful of the consequences."

"Nonsense! How could I, this general, not know!"

Zhang Liang wiped his mouth. "You think I'm eating? I'm testing his magic."

"Hmm, this person's magic is indeed remarkable."

Zhang Liang finally understood that Chen Shao, that bastard, had brainwashed them while he was unconscious.

The most urgent task now is to kill Chen Shao.

Only by hanging his head at the camp gate and breaking his golden statue could the doubts of the crowd be dispelled.

Faith is something that is easily shattered when it is first established.

"Go kill that bastard!"

He threw away his whisk and pulled a large sword from the soldier beside him.

He ripped off his Taoist robe, revealing his bare chest and ferocious expression.

He was completely different from the Taoist priest who had previously appeared ethereal and otherworldly.

He looked exactly like a mighty general, or rather, a ruthless bandit!

He took the lead and charged into the camp with his personal guards.

A hundred or so men quickly surrounded the tent, brandishing their swords and spears, exuding a murderous aura.

"You audacious fiend! I spared your life out of kindness, yet you are ungrateful and dare to use your sorcery to plot against my army!"

In my fury, I too became Lao Tzu.

A machete was pointed directly at Chen Shao.

He glanced around at everyone in the tent, his gaze sweeping from Hai Rui to Aluminum Cloth.

Then he glanced at those few commanders who used to fawn over him.

The more I look, the angrier I get.

"Today I will act on behalf of Heaven and cut off your head to feed the dogs, you wicked demon."

Chen Shao stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the tent, showing no fear whatsoever.

"General Zhang, don't you know whether you possess sorcery or not?"

"Do I really have to tell you that your palm-grip thunder is nothing more than sulfur charcoal powder?"

"There is no such thing as sorcery or magic in this world. I have not bewitched them."

"They chose to follow me."

"If you insist on calling it some kind of sorcery, then my sorcery is that I can fill their stomachs and give them a future."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang became even more furious.

"You still have the nerve to talk about future prospects? Haven't they ruined their futures because of you, you dog emperor?"

"Only our Yellow Turban Army can give them a future!"

"No!"

Chen Shao shook his head and said:

"Perhaps the Yellow Turbans could have done it in the beginning, back when you were indeed just trying to fill your stomachs."

"But slowly, these things can no longer satisfy the selfish desires of you high-ranking officials. What's the difference between you and bandits now?"

"They burned, killed, looted, and ravaged the countryside, leaving nine out of ten houses empty wherever they went."

This is the problem with the rebel army.

They lack a long-term program and only have short-term demands.

In the beginning, the government won people's hearts by confiscating the wealth of the rich, distributing land, and ensuring that people had enough to eat.

Once they've tasted success, and external pressure lessens, internal power struggles begin.

Maintaining a massive army that does not engage in production requires enormous resources. Without a proper tax system, the most direct way is to plunder, plunder, plunder!

It does not produce, it only consumes.

It undermines the foundation of society and creates a vicious cycle.

They would then irreversibly become bandits and outlaws.

From acting on behalf of Heaven to enriching oneself.

At least the imperial court had truly learned and insightful individuals willing to go through fire and water for reform.

There were no Yellow Turbans.

What sustained them was a vague and illusory belief in Taoist magic and the wealth they had plundered...

People like General Chen Jiao became outliers in the Yellow Turban Army.

"You led them to a dead end, and you still dare to talk about giving them a future!"

Zhang Liang's forehead veins bulged as he listened.

I never expected this kid to be so skilled in magic, and his tongue is so smooth too.

If you can't win an argument, no problem, just fuck him!

If we can't beat them in a legal battle, we'll just have to fight them to the death!

Since it's all fake anyway, how could he possibly conjure soldiers from beans in his own base?

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Liang roared in fury, "I don't want to listen! You dog emperor aren't even worthy to speak! Brothers, kill him!"

"Sacrifice the flag!"

......

At Zhang Liang's command, the hundred or so personal guards behind him raised their swords and spears and charged forward.

Many golden soldiers also rushed out from the shadows behind the tent and confronted them.

Tensions instantly rose.

Aluminum cloth stepped forward to protect Chen Shao, holding the halberd horizontally in front of his chest.

"Your Majesty, grab my halberd handle, I will risk my life to help you break through the encirclement."

"He truly is a loyal and righteous man," Chen Shao praised.

The latter shuddered again and stood even straighter.

Chen Shao looked at Zhang Liang:

"General, it's still uncertain who will kill whom."

Zhang Liang laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, looking up at the sky.

"You dare say this to me on my own turf?"

"I am a general of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, possessing profound Taoist knowledge. Who dares to kill me? And who can kill me?"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared in the tent.

A flash of cold light appeared first, then the halberd shot out like a dragon.

The aluminum cloth had somehow leaped up like a cheetah.

The halberd drew a cold arc in the air.

Bang!

After a cloud of blood mist cleared, aluminum cloth held a still-laughing human head in its hand.

The headless corpse swayed twice, and the machete in its hand clattered to the ground.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Aluminum Cloth raised its head high and roared hoarsely:

"Zhang Liang's magic was not refined enough; I have already beheaded him! Those who stubbornly resist will suffer the same fate!"

The people outside the tent didn't react much.

That's how rebel armies are; they change leaders as frequently as gangs.

It doesn't matter who's the boss, since the sister-in-law can't touch him anyway. Pshaw, whoever gives you food is the boss.

General Xuanji's eyes were bloodshot as he drew his sword and pointed it at the aluminum cloth.

"You treacherous traitor!"

"You couldn't make it in the government before, so we Yellow Turbans took you in!"

"You eat our food and wear our clothes, yet you dare to murder your master! Today, I will punish you on behalf of the Heavenly General!"

But Aluminum's fighting ability seemed to be far superior to his.

Another glint of cold light.

A head fell.

He glared at his personal guards and said, word by word:

"Who else!"

Chen Shao then began to examine the aluminum cloth with great interest.

A panel appeared.

[Name: Aluminum Cloth!]

[Strength: 150! Intelligence: 65, Domestic Affairs: 60, Ambition: 90!]

[Status: Lustful, sober, valiant, fickle, ingratiating.]

Chen Shao was secretly shocked; Aluminum Cloth was actually the best expert he had ever met.

But... this brute is surprisingly fickle and ambitious; we need to find a way to control him.

Under the oppressive force of the aluminum cloth, the hundred or so guards were stunned for a moment.

They started dropping their weapons and covering their heads with their hands.

Aluminum cloth threw the two severed heads outside the large tent.

He strode up to Chen Shao.

He knelt on one knee, his expression solemn.

"Your Majesty, the traitor has been executed. This humble general arrived late to escort you; please punish me!"

It's over, it's over... Chen Shao was speechless.

He then made a kill gesture.

The aluminum cloth immediately understood.

He gave a wink to the axemen around him.

A moment later, all of Zhang Liang's hundred or so personal guards were knocked to the ground.

Outside the main camp.

Helian Xiong was stuffed into a sack.

He was tightly bound to the horse, with only his head showing.

Chen Shao mounted his horse and shouted to the army:

"Brothers! Tonight, follow me to achieve great deeds!"