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Chapter 65: Those who want to rebel against the Han Dynasty are the people of the world

"I am a traitor? No, everyone in this world is a traitor."

It was because he had great respect for General Huangfu Song that Zhang Jue said so much nonsense.

I was wondering if I could win this general over to the Yellow Turban Army's camp.

Zhang Jue suppressed his anger and continued, "There are millions of peasants and common people in this world. They work so hard just to have a meal and survive. What's wrong with them? However, the government, the powerful, and the landlords are oppressing them one after another, making them breathless."

"Who pushed them to this point? Was it me? No, it was you, the corrupt officials of the court, the high-ranking officials of the Han Dynasty, and the emperor who sat on the throne."

Zhang Jue's voice sounded like thunder, "It was never me who wanted to rebel against the Han Dynasty, but the millions of people in this world, the common people who could not survive."

All the Yellow Turban Army behind Zhang Jue had an unprecedented anger in their eyes.

After five years, they finally had enough food to eat.

However, five years ago, the days of hunger, cold, heavy taxes and levies seemed like yesterday.

How come they are not angry?
How can they not be angry?
It's not that they want to overthrow the Han Dynasty.

It was the imperial court that wanted their lives.

So the only option is to rebel.

Facing those angry eyes, Huangfu Song actually felt a moment of ashamed.

His mind was shaken, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart that he was not aware of.

After all, Huangfu Song was not one of the numb and cold-blooded officials, but a general who cared about the country and the people.

He knew that what Zhang Jue said made some sense.

However, Huangfu Song quickly cleared all the thoughts in his mind. Even if what Zhang Jue said made some sense, what would it matter?

He is a general of the Han Dynasty, and has received the emperor's grace for generations. He should think about repaying his country.

No matter what the identities of the Yellow Turban Army standing before him were before, now they had only one identity: a group of traitors.

When faced with such a traitor, the only option is to kill him.

Huangfu Song said coldly, "Zhang Jue, no matter how sharp your words are, you can't hide your reputation as a traitor. Zhang Jue, stop talking nonsense. Today, I will put down all of you traitors."

Huangfu Song didn't want to waste any more time talking. Everything had to be obtained on the battlefield.

Zhang Jue also understood Huangfu Song’s choice. A person like Huangfu Song was destined not to stand with him.

No matter how much he admired Huangfu Song, Zhang Jue could not be lenient.

Huangfu Song was already there, leading the elite Han troops to attack the Yellow Turban Army.

"The Han Dynasty is a great country with proud people. We have received the emperor's grace for generations. Now is the time to repay the Han Dynasty."

Huangfu Song shouted, "All soldiers, follow me and charge."

Huangfu Song led the elite troops of the Han Dynasty to attack the Yellow Turban Army.

In this encounter, strategies are of no use; it's all about hard power.

Huangfu Song led the elite troops of the Han Dynasty, and their combat effectiveness was extremely strong.

Zhang Jue waved the nine-section staff in his hand and said in a loud voice, "I will use my true energy to unite the creation of heaven and earth. God of Thunder will help me."

Zhang Jiao's Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and his nine-section staff drew the power of thunder from the sky.

Thunder was brewing above the sky, and he waved his scepter.

The rolling thunder struck directly towards the Han army, and in an instant countless Han cavalry were knocked off their horses.

Zhang Jiao steps on the wind and clouds and controls thunder and lightning, like the lord of thunder.

Although he is just a mortal, at this moment he is already on par with gods.

He controlled the thunder as if he was in an empty space, and in the blink of an eye, he destroyed countless Han armies.

Behind him, three thousand Yellow Turban warriors cleared the way, making them invulnerable to swords and spears and invincible.

Behind them were tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops.

Zhang Jue was too powerful, not like an ordinary person at all, and no one could stop him.

No matter who they were, they all turned into ashes in front of him.

One person suppressed tens of millions of horses, and Zhang Jue alone destroyed the morale of the Han army.

The Han army, led by Huangfu Song, was in high spirits, but Zhang Jue was like a god or demon, and wherever he went, it was as if he was in an empty space.

This completely frightened the Han army.

"He is not a human being. Zhang Jue is not a human being."

“Run, run, run.”

Zhang Jue suppressed the entire Han army with his own strength.

What's more, behind him were three thousand Yellow Turban strongmen who were invulnerable to swords and spears, and hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops.

When the Yellow Turban Army saw Zhang Jue, who was like a god or devil, their morale increased greatly.

"The time to destroy the Han Dynasty is now."

"The Great Sage Master is mighty. Follow the Great Sage Master and charge! Charge!"

Zhang Jue was invincible, and the Yellow Turban Army became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

With a great and wise teacher leading them, how could they lose?

This corrupt Han Empire should be destroyed.

The surging public opinion gathered into a mighty wave that swept away everything.

Even the Han Empire, which lasted for four hundred years, could not stop this trend.

Huangfu Song originally thought that even though the Yellow Turban Army was powerful, the imperial court's army was, after all, elite troops that were supported and trained.

Even if the Han Dynasty's army could not directly sweep away the Yellow Turban Army, it could at least be able to match them on equal terms.

But who would have known that Zhang Jue, with his own strength, could directly shock thousands of troops.

There was a one-sided trend on the battlefield, with the Han Empire's army on this side.

Huangfu Song looked at this scene with his eyes wide open.

The evil Taoist Zhang Jiao actually controls such powerful Taoist magic.

Huangfu Song knew that he could not go on like this and he had to stop Zhang Jiao and curb his momentum.

Otherwise, the battle would be lost.

At this time, the army led by Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun also arrived.

"General Huangfu, I'm here to help you."

Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun both shouted loudly.

Seeing the armies led by Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun also appear, the Han soldiers present regained their morale and charged towards the Yellow Turban Army.

Huangfu Song said anxiously to Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun, "Everyone, let's work together to kill this evil Taoist."

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were both strong in martial arts, while Lu Zhi was not only strong in literature.

The three of them looked at the unstoppable Zhang Jiao on the battlefield and understood that the only way now was to stop Zhang Jiao.

Only in this battle can there be hope of victory.

Huangfu Song, Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun all took action.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun rushed towards Zhang Jue with spears in hand.

However, Lu Zhi used his own literary spirit to strangle Zhang Jue.

These three are absolutely strong among the Han people.

In particular, Lu Zhi was a great Confucianist and had outstanding attainments in military and martial arts.

The three men surrounded and attacked Zhang Jiao from three different angles, which looked very dangerous.

"Be careful, bro."

"Brother, let me help you."

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were very anxious when they saw this scene.

Even though my brother’s Taiping Taoism is powerful, the opponent is no weakling either.

(End of this chapter)