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

Zhang Bao ignored him.

Looking back again, the figure riding the donkey was still dashing left and right.

With each rise and fall of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, a spray of blood rained down, and auspicious clouds surged beneath the donkey's hooves.

The flames dodged to the sides.

The thick smoke couldn't hide that arrogant figure at all.

"This is bizarre!"

An old swindler suddenly encounters a true master, and Zhang Bao begins to question the meaning of life.

Is it really possible to cultivate to this level?

He gritted his teeth and lashed the horse's rump with a sharp crack of the whip.

"Walk!"

"He can't amount to anything alone. He should return immediately and join His Majesty."

The nephew responded and rode ahead of him to protect his uncle.

His trusted confidants escorted him as he fled frantically at great speed.

However, many Yellow Turban soldiers hesitated and unconsciously slowed their pace.

Most of them came from farming families.

Some were genuinely struggling to survive, some were driven to rebellion by official oppression, and many more were simply acting impulsively and blindly following the crowd.

A few passionate words made him feel itchy all over, and he was completely confused by the Taoist magic of the three Zhang brothers.

The Yellow Turban Army could unite them for only two reasons.

First, faith.

The mutual aid system established by the Way of Peace provided the poor with the resources to survive, which was more effective than talismanic water.

Second, identity.

By joining the Yellow Turban Army, they were no longer ordinary people, but followers of the Way of Peace, children of the Yellow Heaven.

The power and sense of belonging derived from this identity are unparalleled.

They eventually realized whether a bowl of talisman water could cure illness or satisfy hunger, but having already embarked on this path, there was no turning back.

This brings us to General Tiangong, who can indeed be called a hero of a chaotic era.

When the aura of the talismanic water faded, he thought of another alternative:

Benefit!

The Yellow Turban army took up their swords and conquered city after city.

They burned down government offices, killed officials, and robbed wealthy households.

Divide the grain, divide the wealth, and divide the women.

This violent thrill of breaking free from millennia-old shackles—if you tell him the talisman is fake, he'll be hugging a girl, munching on a meat pie, and calling you an idiot.

The world is bustling with activity, all driven by self-interest.

When a certain interest can overwhelm the current state of survival, all beliefs and cohesion will crumble instantly.

It doesn't matter who you work for.

It's all about living a better life.

Chen Shao was able to sense this, so he killed another person who resisted with a single stroke.

He continued shouting loudly:

"I will only punish the ringleaders; the rest will be left unpunished!"

"Those who wish to continue serving in the military, take off this yellow skin and put on the armor of the Great Yan. I will pay you a salary, provide you with food, and record your military merits."

"Those who have had enough of being soldiers, put down your swords, go to the city gate to collect porridge, medicine, and travel expenses, and go home to farm and raise your children!"

The term "Chinese succubus" was no joke, and Chen Shao's words were so seductive that people quickly stopped their escape.

The weapon was thrown to the ground, and both hands were raised high above the head.

When someone takes the lead, countless others will follow.

Splash!

For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of weapons being dropped.

"His Majesty."

At this moment, Aluminum Cloth rushed to Chen Shao's side amidst the flames, looking eager to claim credit.

"Have people shout what I say, shout loudly, and keep shouting."

Chen Shao uttered a remark and immediately lashed the donkey's rump with a whip.

"drive!"

The gray-green creature shuddered, snorted, and its four hooves flew off the ground.

With a whoosh, it shot out like an arrow, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Aluminum cloth was taken aback and was about to spur his horse to protect His Majesty.

Mind your own business!

Chen Shao gave a cold laugh and frantically chased after it to the north.

He's made up his mind today to completely quell the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

This incident crossed his bottom line.

How to level it? Of course, you need to level it strategically.

The donkey nimbly maneuvered through the chaotic army as if walking on flat ground, its speed increasing rapidly.

He rode ahead of everyone else, like an arrow piercing the yellow sand.

At the tail end of the Yellow Turban army, several Yellow Turban soldiers who had fallen behind heard the commotion behind them and turned around to look.

I was so scared I almost fell off my horse.

The donkey caught up again.

It was still that broken donkey, but in their eyes it had long since become a scourge from hell.

"General! That guy on the donkey is here again!"

Zhang Bao, lying on his horse's back, suddenly turned around.

"Damn! This guy's insane!"

Even though his army was in complete disarray, he still had nearly 10,000 men, yet Chen Shao caught up with him all by himself and his donkey.

"Stop him, kill him, then he won't have to fear anyone!"

Zhang Bao spurred his horse forward again.

A group of soldiers turned around, pointing their guns at Chen Shao behind them.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shao reined in the donkey and stopped it.

Silently recite the command to launch.

The terms "winning people over with virtue" and "ambitious" appeared on Zhang Bao's profile.

He then burst into laughter:

"Zhang Bao, pass on a message to your elder brother: I wish to personally meet him today!"

After saying that, he immediately turned the donkey around.

Looking up, he saw Aluminum Cloth leading cavalry, chasing after him.

They were clearly worried that he might get into trouble while riding alone.

Chen Shao had no time to speak and headed down to the city walls.

The remaining Yellow Turban soldiers had almost all surrendered.

The people were stunned, their eyes blank, unsure of what the future held.

The Iron Fist Army took over the battlefield.

The officials on the city wall were also spontaneously carrying out the cleanup work.

Yu Qi'an rode swiftly to Chen Shao's side.

"Your Majesty, there were a total of about 30,000 talismans, 5,000 of whom were killed, and about 15,000 of the fleeing soldiers escaped."

Chen Shao nodded.

"Han Cao!"

Han Cao immediately staggered out from the crowd of people and bowed in front of the donkey.

"Your Majesty, your humble servant is organizing the people."

"Set up all the soup kitchens and medicine stalls, treat the wounded, and collect the bodies of the dead."

"After a great war, plagues are likely to break out; we must take precautions to prevent them."

"The refugees will be temporarily housed in the camp outside the city. Military tents will be provided for them to live in. Food and provisions will be allocated from the capital's granaries. Do not be stingy with them."

"Furthermore, fulfill the promise I just made to them, and do so in a high-profile manner, understand?"

"Your subject obeys the decree."

Han Cao bowed and accepted the order. Just as he was about to leave, Chen Shao added:

"By the way, the money that was just scattered was borrowed by the Embroidered Uniform Guard from your and General Yuwen's residences. This debt will be charged to me."

what?

Han Cao paused in his steps.

Are you fucking crazy?!

But since things have come to this, all I can do is manage a bitter, forced smile.

"This old minister understands."

"Shen Qingci!"

Chen Shao then issued the next order:

"Take these one hundred newly appointed scholars to gather the surrendered soldiers, and Lord Yu will allocate troops to you."

"All surrendered soldiers were registered and temporarily organized into temporary battalions according to their original organization. Their weapons were temporarily confiscated, and their provisions were supplied by the imperial court."

"This is the real test!"

Shen Qingci nodded emphatically, only now realizing Chen Shao's painstaking efforts.

If these students can pass the test.

They may not be the most talented, but they are definitely among the most pragmatic.

"Bai Bingbing, send out all the Imperial Guards to keep an eye on the city gates and the surrendered soldiers' camp."

"Kill anyone who tries to loot in the chaos."

"Anyone who incites surrendered soldiers to riot shall be killed."

"Anyone trying to take advantage of the chaos, kill them."

Bai Bingbing accepted the order and left.

"Yu Qi'an, Lu Bu, Yuwen Huagu, the three of you will accompany me on this expedition."

"We will not return to the city until the Yellow Turbans are overthrown!"

All 10,000 cavalrymen of the Great Yan Dynasty set off.

Apart from those who were necessary to guard the capital and watch over the surrendered soldiers, the Iron Fist Army dispatched 50,000 troops.

Chen Shao led the way on a donkey, and the army marched forward in a mighty procession.

Before we knew it, it was already dark.

Torches stretched across the open field in a line, winding like a long dragon.