I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1014 Qinglong invites "Qianlong"!
"Marshal Meng has given an order!"

"All those above the third rank in the Daqian court will be relocated to Luzhou as hostages!"

Qiao Shefei rode his horse past the Shangshu Mansion, with blood dripping from the double blades of Doomsday.

This sentence works better than anything else.

When the Yellow Turban Army began to count the population, those old ministers who had just stubbornly insisted on "living and dying with Daqian" suddenly became dispirited.

"My dear young man, your waist is quite flexible. When we take you to the army to perform erotic dance, you will definitely be a good dancer."

Just as the son of the Minister of Justice was about to hit his head against the pillar to make his resolve known, Li Cunxiao used the tip of his spear to rip open his belt.

The most interesting one is the chief priest of the Imperial College.

The old scholar tremblingly took out the "Collected Commentaries on the Four Books" and wanted to make a point, but the Yellow Turban Army directly carried away the twelve bronze statues of sages in his study.

"Meng Shuai said that these copper lumps can be melted to make arrows weighing 300 kilograms."

As the sun sets, the canal transport dock in Qiandu West Market is already crowded with the families of the gentry.

The pleasure boats were turned into prison ships, the silks and satins from the silk shop were torn into ropes to tie people up, and the powder boxes from the rouge shop were filled with dry food.

"Don't you call yourselves a righteous army? What's the difference between you and those bandits?"

When Li Cunxiao, the world's number one general, personally "escorted" the Taifu onto the ship, the old minister was still muttering.

"Old man, be careful with your words."

"The bandits won't prepare Keemun black tea for you."

Qiao Shefei, who was waiting on the side, handed over a cup of tea with a smile.

At this moment, on the fragments of the glass cup, the Yellow Turban Army was looting from house to house. The remaining scrolls of "Taizu Code" collected by the Censor's family were used as firewood, and the jade headpiece that the Shangshu's wife brought as a dowry became the trophy of the small leaders.

"Commander in Chief!"

"Brothers, pried open the Jade Bi for Heavenly Offerings hidden in the Ministry of Rites!"

Zhang Hao ran excitedly to Meng Zhang carrying two sacks of copper coins and grinned at him.

Meng Zhang stroked the tadpole pattern on the jade disk and suddenly chuckled.

"When the late emperor offered sacrifices to the heavens, he said that this jade could communicate with the gods. Now, it is used as military pay for us."

Just as the Yellow Turban Army was plundering Qiandu, Meng Zhang, the chief commander of the Yellow Turbans, also arrived at a quiet residence not far from the imperial palace.

This is the residence of Xu Zhongyuan, who was invited out by the late emperor with great difficulty in order to turn the tide, but unexpectedly the late emperor died first, leaving his skills useless!

This quiet courtyard was given to Xu Zhongyuan by the late emperor, so now in the courtyard, Xu Zhongyuan was the only one playing chess with himself.

When Meng Zhang stepped into Xu Zhongyuan's courtyard, the sun was setting in the west. The sounds of war and battle in the city turned into the chirping of birds here. There were a few ginkgo leaves on the bluestone slabs, like a specially laid welcome blanket.

"General Meng, your presence here brings honor to my humble abode."

Xu Zhongyuan was still sitting at the stone table, holding a black jade chess piece in his hand. The black and white pieces on the stone board were intertwined, indicating an unfinished game.

"Sir, you are very interested. This unsolved problem...I am afraid it has been unsolved for ten years, right?"

Meng Zhang took off his black cloak and threw it to Bayobi, a member of the Zi Ming team, and glanced at the chess board.

"The chess pieces left by the late emperor must be slowly understood."

"Meng Shuai's speed in breaking through the city is much faster than my speed in breaking through the situation."

Xu Zhongyuan flicked his sleeves to sweep away a few fallen leaves, then looked at Meng Zhang and said self-deprecatingly.

"Sir, do you know how many eyes in Qiandu City are staring at your yard?"

Meng Zhang sat down opposite him, tapping the chessboard with his fingertips.

"Would you be willing to...come with me to Luzhou to see the new world?"

He slid the Star Sword out of his sleeve and gently placed the hilt on the edge of the chessboard.

"Was it really for the purpose of 'enforcing justice on behalf of heaven' that General Meng led the Yellow Turban Army to capture Qiandu, or was it a high-sounding excuse for the benefit of the people of the world?"

Xu Zhongyuan finally raised his head. This old man who was once called "the military unicorn" by the previous emperor had white hair on his temples, but his eyes were still shining with a sharp edge.

"Sir, do you believe it?"

Meng Zhang was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. "The Yellow Turbans burned, killed, and looted. Even though Commander Meng had done his best to control the Yellow Turbans in Luzhou, the rest of the Yellow Turbans still left nine out of ten houses empty wherever they passed. If you say this is 'morality', it would be an insult to the books of Confucius and Mencius."

"But the victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits. History books are always written by the victors. It's a bit ridiculous to say this now."

Xu Zhongyuan clapped his hands and laughed, but his laughter was a bit desolate. He already understood the answer. He knew that Meng Zhang was not a real Yellow Turban Army member, but another force. He joined the Yellow Turban Army with unknown purposes and overthrew the Daqian Dynasty in the name of the Yellow Turban Army.

But now the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Meng Zhang has led the Yellow Turban Army to successfully capture Qiandu, and he is about to become a bargaining chip in the hands of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Sir, do you know that the most interesting thing about this chaotic situation is that even the chess players can't see where the game is going?"

Meng Zhang suddenly bent down, picked up the scattered black pieces, and arranged them in a strange formation on the chessboard.

"For example, sir, didn't you want to help the late emperor rebuild his country?"

He tapped the chessboard with his fingertips and looked at Xu Zhongyuan's already aged face.

Xu Zhongyuan's pupils shrank slightly. Twenty years ago, as a military genius, he could have turned the tide of the coup, but he was placed under house arrest because of the infighting in the court.

The past came flooding back like a tide, and he suddenly coughed violently, and a half-rolled, yellowed copy of "Dragon Strategy" slipped out of his sleeve.

"I'm afraid Commander Meng didn't come here today to discuss Taoism with me, right?"

"Well, do you want my life or all these inappropriate strategies?"

Xu Zhongyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning.

"Sir, you worry too much. I am here to ask you..."

Meng Zhang suddenly stood up, and his black cloak swept the white pieces off the chessboard.

"Together we are playing a bigger chess game."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, looking at Xu Zhongyuan's instantly tense shoulders.

"The Yellow Turbans have already occupied Qiandu, what use is there for a rotten old man like me?"

Xu Zhongyuan sighed, but there was nothing he could do. The situation was stronger than him. Now the Yellow Turban Army's knife was on his neck. He was at the mercy of others and had no capital to resist.

"General Meng, do you know what position the late emperor promised me when he visited me three times?"

When the boy brought the tea, Xu Zhongyuan was staring at the white chess piece that Meng Zhang had placed on the chessboard. In the smoke from the tea, he suddenly said:
"General?"

"Or... Prime Minister?"

Meng Zhang fiddled with the teacup absentmindedly.

"neither."

"The late emperor wanted me to be... the emperor's teacher."

Xu Zhongyuan dipped his fingertips into the tea and drew the outlines of mountains and rivers on the table.

"Sir, are you declining?"

Meng Zhang paused for a moment, and the tea in the cup created ripples:

"If I had nodded back then, the person sitting on the dragon throne today might not be Si Yinqi."

Xu Zhongyuan suddenly messed up the chessboard, and the black and white pieces fell into the cracks between the blue bricks.

"Meng Shuai thinks that this world is better as a chess game, or..."

"Or living things are better?"

He pointed his finger towards the south, his tone somewhat puzzling.

"With your intelligence, you should have known that there is some kind of friendship between the Duke of Zhenguo and me that others don't know about. You should have realized that the world should have changed its way of life a long time ago."

Meng Zhang was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and paced back and forth.

"Did you, sir, who was unjustly imprisoned in Qianlong Valley when the Taiping Rebellion broke out, ever feel moved?"

He suddenly turned around and looked at Xu Zhongyuan's thin figure.

"I was moved, but when I saw those ferocious-looking and grinning Yellow Turban soldiers smashing the statue of the saint... I was no longer moved."

Xu Zhongyuan looked at the spider silk hanging from the eaves.

(End of this chapter)