Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

As the flames covering the chariot grew larger and larger, the figure of Saint Huang Tian soon completely disappeared in it.

The countless young and strong Yellow Turbans were in disbelief at first, and then they let out large wails and cries.

"No! Saint!!"

"Hurry up and save the saint..."

"Why did Saint Huang Tian abandon us?"

……

Countless young and strong Yellow Turbans threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and cried loudly to bid farewell to the Saint Huang Tian.

The fighting spirit of countless young Yellow Turbans that had surged to the sky before disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the sound of crying echoing through Yingshui.

As the morning sun was completely "spitted out", the flames on the chariot gradually subsided, and the Saint Huang Tian, ​​who was being watched by countless people, seemed to have turned into ashes in an instant, without leaving any trace.

There was no longer a trace of yellow in the sky, only vast expanses of clear blue.

Seeing all these signs, not to mention the Yellow Turbans, even the Han army originally lined up behind Liu Bei could not help but realize something. After some imagination, they looked in the direction of Liu Bei with fanatical eyes.

Destiny!

Is there anything that can more intuitively illustrate what destiny is than this?

Even if it were comparable to Emperor Guangwu's method of sending down fire from heaven to destroy the enemy, it would still be no less effective.

In the army formation, someone shouted loudly without regard for military discipline.

"Destiny is here!"

In an instant, countless Han soldiers seemed to riot, and they spontaneously followed and shouted in unison.

"Destiny is here!"

“It’s destiny!!!”

One hundred thousand people shouted together, and the sound was so loud that it was enough to make the river tremble.

At this moment, the dividing line between the two armies seemed to form a picture scroll, with cheering on one side and crying on the other.

Liu Bei unconsciously got goosebumps all over his body because of what people thought. For the first time, he looked at Li Ji with a look of fear in his eyes.

The so-called destiny and human heart are nothing but toys in Zikun's hands.

He easily launched the powerful Yellow Turban Rebellion in Yuzhou, and in the blink of an eye, all the reputation accumulated by the Taiping Dao over the past decade became a brick called "Destiny" under Liu Bei's feet.

"So smart that he's almost a demon..."

When this thought came to Liu Bei's mind, he suddenly felt lucky that he had believed the rumors about the great sage spread by the children in Zhuo County and went to the suburbs to visit Li Ji.

If I had had a wrong thought back then and let Zi Kun become someone else's arm, how could I resist Zi Kun?
"Perhaps, if there is a providence, it is not impossible..."

Liu Bei's eyes suddenly showed a hint of enlightenment, and he murmured.

"Zikun, this is my destiny."

While Liu Bei was still in a daze, Li Ji reminded him in a low voice.

"My lord, it's time to persuade those young Yellow Turbans to surrender. If we persuade them to surrender now, they will not have the heart to resist."

Liu Bei calmed himself down, looked at Li Ji's face and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, which made Li Ji a little puzzled for a moment.

Immediately, Liu Bei spoke loudly.

"Listen to me, I know that you were deceived by the evil spirits and joined the Yellow Turbans. You did not do banditry on your own will."

"Now, the demon has been punished by heaven and died. You all should take off your yellow scarves and abandon your weapons. Your previous actions will be forgiven, but those who stubbornly resist will be killed without mercy."

Faced with Liu Bei's order, almost all the young and strong men of the Yellow Turbans chose not to resist the approaching Han army. The troops organized with religion as their cohesive force were doomed to perish the moment their faith collapsed.

Those strange visions and the orders left by Saint Huang Tian before he disappeared in front of countless pairs of eyes were enough to destroy the rebellious psychology of almost all the Yellow Turbans.

A very small number of people who are unwilling to accept the reality, or who are extremely fanatical believers, choose to commit suicide on the spot, hoping to continue to follow Saint Huang Tian after death.

Seeing this scene, Gan Ning, who was standing next to the chariot disguised as an ordinary Jinfan thief, was filled with pity and sighing, muttering to himself.

"You are all good men. It is Gan Xingba who is sorry for you..."

While ordering the army to accept the surrender of more than 100,000 young and strong Yellow Turbans, Liu Bei and Li Ji also walked up to Gan Ning and heard him talking to himself.

Li Ji waved his hand, asked the people on both sides to make some distance, and then comforted them.

"Xingba, don't feel burdened. The original intention of your calling on the Yellow Turbans to form an army was to prevent the spread of famine. Countless lives have been lost, and some sacrifices are ultimately unavoidable."

"Yes, Lord, I understand this, but in the end, I failed them..."

After a pause, Gan Ning suddenly knelt down on one knee towards Liu Bei and pleaded, "My Lord, I have an unwelcome request. Can you please treat these young men as kindly as possible?"

"rest assured."

Liu Bei quickly helped Gan Ning up and spoke gently.

"They are Han people, and they are also the people of the Han Dynasty. My lifelong wish is to let the Han people live and work in peace and contentment, and I will not leave anyone behind."

Gan Ning stood up with red eyes. He felt a little better and spoke again.

"My Lord, can you give me a list of the young men who committed suicide?"

"Why?" Li Ji asked.

"I feel ashamed of their following. All I can think of at the moment is to compensate their families privately one by one." Gan Ning said with a sigh.

Li Ben wanted to dissuade him again, but when he noticed Gan Ning's eyes, he gave up the idea and agreed instead.

"it is good."

Even though this would inevitably require more manpower and resources, Li Ji had no reason to refuse.

As Gan Ning's emotions gradually calmed down, Liu Bei couldn't help but look at the chariot that had been burned by the blue flames, and asked in confusion.

"Xingba, I am somewhat confused as to how the burning chariot was caused? And how did Xingba fake the illusion that people were reduced to ashes in the fire?"

Gan Ning organized his words and answered.

"Before that, the Marquis sent someone to deliver something, asking me to paint the chariot all over in advance, and to hide a straw dummy wearing the same clothes on the base of the chariot in advance..."

"While it was dark, I placed the straw dummy back where it had been standing, and I changed my clothes and jumped off the chariot in advance."

"As for why it is Cang Yan..."

When he said this, Gan Ning was full of confusion and subconsciously looked at Li Ji.

Li Ji couldn't help but smile at this.

This Cang Yan was undoubtedly a stroke of genius, and was also the last straw that completely overwhelmed countless young and strong Yellow Turbans.

Immediately, Li Ji asked Gan Ning to go down and rest first. After adjusting his mentality, he met Liu Bei's curious gaze and explained in a low voice.

"My Lord, when many different things burn, the colors of the flames are different."

"And the blue flame is actually the color produced by the burning of a substance called 'phosphorus' that was smeared all over the chariot. It is also the phosphorus mentioned in the verse 'Old locust trees produce fire, and old blood turns into phosphorus' in the Huainanzi."

Liu Bei was speechless for a moment.

Liu Bei had also read the book Huainanzi, but he never imagined that Cangyan was the phosphorus mentioned in it. (End of this chapter)