Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Gan Ning was willing to point his left finger to the sky and his right finger to Huang Tian and swear that the title of "Saint Huang Tian" had absolutely nothing to do with Gan Ning. Gan Ning even publicly clarified that he was not "Saint Huang Tian".

But the results told Gan Ning that sometimes rumors and public opinion cannot be changed by just a few words.

No matter how Gan Ning explained and clarified, the countless young and strong Yellow Turbans who followed Gan Ning looked as if they understood, and they came up with hundreds of more perfect reasons to prove that Gan Ning was the "Saint of Yellow Heaven".

To this end, Gan Ning even captured several of the young and strong Yellow Turbans who shouted the loudest, wanting to make an example of them.

But looking at those Yellow Turbans who were willing to die without complaint, Gan Ning couldn't bring himself to do it no matter what.

"Ugh……"

Gan Ning sighed softly, and the discussion around him suddenly quieted down.

Immediately, a sturdy man with a waist circumference much thicker than Gan Ning asked respectfully.

“Why does the saint sigh?”

Gan Ning felt that this kind of concern was just noise. Sitting in a chariot, Gan Ning closed his eyes and said nothing.

The sturdy man was not annoyed when he saw this. Instead, he was shocked. He quickly stepped back a little respectfully and whispered to those around him.

"The Saint is probably trying to comprehend God's will again. Let's keep our voices down so as not to disturb the Saint."

"How did you know?"

"I used to have an uncle who was a direct disciple of Qu Shuai, who was under the Great Sage Master. This is what my uncle told me before. I used to think that my uncle was lying to me. Now it seems that even a saint can be like the Great Sage Master."

"Wow, you are definitely a genuine Huang Tian believer!"

"Ahem, stop talking nonsense about the saint. Besides, the saint should be above the great virtuous teacher. If the great virtuous teacher can do it, it would be strange if the saint can't."

……

Gan Ning stared up at the sky in a daze, listening to every word as if he had become accustomed to it.

If Gan Ning had not been very clear about his own abilities, he might have been flattered so much that he actually thought he was some kind of Huangtian saint.

At this moment, Gan Ning was worried about whether he could go back to the past.

My Lord, you won’t mind, right?
My Lord, you will listen to my explanation, right?
As for the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation to rebel, Gan Ning never had that idea from beginning to end.

Not to mention that Gan Ning understood that let alone more than 100,000 young and strong Yellow Turbans, even if this number was doubled, they would be nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs in the eyes of the Marquis.

More importantly, Gan Ning always remembered the great kindness of the Marquis and would rather surrender than dare to rebel.

Just when Gan Ning was feeling extremely melancholy, a thief with brocade sails who was exploring the way ahead came back, leaned close to Gan Ning's ear and whispered.

"Boss, ten miles ahead, we have spotted a Han army numbering no less than 100,000, flying the banners of 'Liu' and 'Li'."

Gan Ning's spirit was suddenly shocked, and he sat up straight on the spot, shouting.

"Good good!"

Hurry up and ask the Marquis to take me in, so that I can take off the mask and escape from the Sea of ​​Thieves.

Gan Ning, who had completely satisfied his addiction to being a thief this time, vowed that he would never be a thief again next time.

"All troops, listen up! There are Han troops ahead, advance!"

Gan Ning shouted loudly, and then ordered the chariots to speed up and move forward.

For this group of Yellow Turbans in Yuzhou, they naturally did not have any advanced techniques for unified command with flags. Every order was passed down orally, and they fought in a swarm, shoulder to shoulder.

Especially since Gan Ning always took the lead in every battle, this made many Yellow Turbans accustomed to throwing away their brains and just subconsciously following Gan Ning's position.

For a moment, a large group of Yellow Turbans, led by Gan Ning, ran wildly on the land behind them, raising clouds of dust.

Not to mention that the Yellow Turbans' formation was flawless in Li Ji's eyes, but the momentum was indeed quite intimidating. More importantly, most of these Yellow Turbans were not afraid of death, and their combat power should not be underestimated if they got into a chaotic battle.

Gan Ning would naturally not seriously lead the Yellow Turbans to attack the Han army formation, and chose to stop about two miles away from the Han army.

Then, the Yellow Turbans following behind were in chaos, and might not be able to stop in time.

People were pushing and shoving each other, and there were even arguments from time to time.

In the end, Gan Ning, who had originally stopped, was forced to move forward another half a mile, which made this army of over 100,000 young and strong Yellow Turbans stop.

Looking at this scene, Liu Bei couldn't help but whispered something to Li Ji.

"Xingba is really good at commanding troops."

Li Ji, who couldn't help but hold his forehead secretly, had to try his best to make up for Gan Ning.

"Perhaps Xingba did this on purpose to prove to himself that he had no intention of taking advantage of the opportunity to rebel."

The key to using troops is to advance and retreat in moderation and to enforce orders.

After the commander stopped, he was forced by the army to move forward another half a mile before stopping. It was truly a wonder of the Han Dynasty.

Liu Bei thought about it and felt that this was really the truth, so he asked.

"Zikun, what should we do next?"

"Ji will accompany the lord to invite Xingba out to talk." Li Ji replied.

Immediately, under the protection of Xu Chu, Zhou Tai and three hundred tiger guards, Liu Bei stood out from the crowd and spoke loudly in the direction of Gan Ning.

"I am Liu Bei, the descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan, the great-great-grandson of Emperor Jing, the governor of Yangzhou and the general of Annan, and the Marquis of Yiting. Please ask the Saint Huang Tian to come out and talk to me."

Liu Bei's reputation for being very good-looking and his fame which was widely known in Yuzhou caused many Yellow Turbans to start discussing the matter.

When Gan Ning heard the title "Saint Huang Tian", he felt so ashamed that he almost lost face.

In other words, his face was still covered with a mask, otherwise Gan Ning would rather damage his appearance than let others know that Gan Ning was the Huangtian Saint.

Immediately, Gan Ning took a few deep breaths, and ignoring some dissuasive voices, he ordered the Jinfan bandits to march forward towards Liu Bei under their escort.

As the two sides got closer, Gan Ning gradually saw the faces of Liu Bei and Li Ji, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Finally...finally it's almost over.

However, both sides stopped when they were about a hundred steps apart.

After Gan Ning calmed himself down, he spoke loudly according to the content he had prepared in advance.

"Liu Xuande? I have heard of your name. It was because of you that the great and virtuous teacher returned to Huang Tian's embrace."

Li Ji took the opportunity to slip a note to Liu Bei. After Liu Bei took it, he understood and replied.

"You pretender, you know my name, Liu Xuande, how dare you cause trouble again?"

"Hahaha, you're saying I'm playing tricks on you?"

"Isn't it? The Mandate of Heaven is with the Han Dynasty. You must be using the Mandate of Heaven as an excuse to deceive the people by claiming to be a saint of Huang Tian." Liu Bei shouted.

"How ridiculous..."

Gan Ning laughed out loud and said loudly.

"If the story about me being the Yellow Heaven Saint is false, then do you, Liu Xuande, also want to deny the will of heaven to bless you?" (End of this chapter)