All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

"Brother, what should I do? What can I do to stop this?"

Zhang Bao's voice was somewhat dry and hoarse.

After all, this Earthly General is not his brother Zhang Jiao. He may be the enemy of a hundred people, but he will definitely not be the enemy of ten thousand people.

Facing the Han army pouring into the city like a tide, Zhang Bao suddenly felt powerless in his heart.

He even began to think to himself that if the Yellow Turban Army under his command were extremely vicious people, those bandits and bandits would most likely not be captured when they were forced into a desperate situation. Instead, they would become bloody in the desperate situation.

In this way, Zhang Bao can at least have a usable soldier.

But fantasy is not reality, and what is left to him now is only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who are skinny and have no fighting ability at all.

On their own, there was absolutely no way they could stop the elite force on the opposite side.

What's more, let alone the battle, this yellow scarf army with low morale had already begun to flee on a large scale when the city gate was breached.

One person leads ten people, and ten people lead a hundred people.

Such a large-scale rout could not be stopped by a war team. Facing the sword of the war team, this group of refugees who had completely lost their desire to fight became vicious against their own people.

"General Digong has an order to escape before the battle. Ah! How dare you!"

Before the Yellow Turban Army Supervisor had finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, he saw a long knife with a curled edge stabbed through him.

He turned to look at the young man with a sallow complexion in disbelief.

He doesn't understand, why?

Do you have the strength not to attack the Han army, but to kill your own brothers?

However, the young man ignored the officer's doubts and just pulled out the long knife like a madman, and blood spurted out from the wound in an instant.

Facing the scarlet blood drops splashing on his cheeks, the young man turned a blind eye and just continued to slash at the man in front of him with his knife, and at the same time kept muttering to himself:

"We don't want to fight, we don't want to die, we just want to live."

"Bastard thing!"

The supervisor roared, and first moved sideways to distance himself from the slash, then took half a step forward and struck out with a palm filled with all the energy and blood in his body.

"Bang!"

The thin young man fell down in response, lying on the ground breathing heavily, looking like he was taking in too much air and not getting out enough.

The supervisor was not prepared to let him go. He snorted coldly and stepped forward.

First, he bent down to pick up the opponent's long curled knife from the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the opponent's chest, pressing him firmly to the ground, and cursed angrily:

"Ungrateful white-eyed wolf! Don't forget who used Taoism to drive away the plague from you, and who gave you food to keep you alive!"

"He is a great sage and a good teacher, he is the way of peace!"

"But this is how you repay your savior? Use your knife to stab your commander in return?"

"ah!?"

"answer me!"

Facing the supervisor's roaring anger, which could not be suppressed, the young man opened his mouth and tried to say something, but in the end he tilted his neck and lost his voice.

Only his eyes that could not close his eyes showed his deep resentment and unwillingness.

Faced with this situation, the supervisor just spat coldly and went back, while he was covering his abdominal wound while trying to continue to maintain the situation.

He found that many Yellow Turban soldiers around him were looking at him with strange expressions.

Mutiny.

The camp howls.

These two words appeared in the supervisor's mind at the same time. At this moment, there was a rumbling sound in his head. He knew that this army was completely finished.

These Yellow Turbans were frightened by the Han army.

In order to survive, they may do anything, including surrendering to the Han army.

And surrender requires a bargaining chip.

"kill him!"

"We are no match for the Han army. We can't run away! Killing the leaders of this group and surrendering is the only way to survive!"

"Brothers, kill him! There's still time!"

An encouraging voice sounded in the supervisor's ears.

He knew that he couldn't let this trend spread. He gritted his teeth, raised his knife and rushed towards the people who were shouting the loudest!

Kill those people!

There is still time to use human lives to forcibly stabilize the morale of the army!

The few people who were the first to speak out saw the supervisors rushing towards them and quickly turned around and tried to hide behind the crowd. However, how could these hungry refugees escape from the hands of the fierce warriors? ?

One by one, those people were thrown back behind them as casually as if they were carrying little chickens.

Then the supervisor glanced at the hundreds of people around him. He used cold words to break the illusions of the Yellow Turban Army who looked hesitant and struggling:

"Surfing yourself to the Han army? There is only one way to die!"

"In their eyes, you are just living achievements in war that will not resist, and they still hope to rely on your brains to get promoted and make a fortune!"

"Begging for surrender? Dreaming!"

"They will chop off your heads and build them into temples to show off their great achievements! There will only be one sentence left to the world, a great victory in Quyang, and a formation of 100,000 Yellow Turban thieves will be killed. They will build temples along the way. .”

But before he could finish speaking.

"Bang!"

"Whoosh!"

"puff!"

The sounds of bowstrings flicking, arrows piercing the air, and arrow clusters piercing flesh were heard one after another.

Zhu Jun, who was riding a horse several hundred meters away, put down his bow and watched with indifferent eyes as the officer who had been roaring just a moment ago fell on his back.

"General, what a great arrow!"

"It's not enough, Xiao Ji'er."

Facing the praise from the adjutant beside him, Zhu Jun waved his hand and continued to give the order: "No one is left alive, I will turn Quyang City into a dead city!"

"The general will obey your orders!"

With the death of the supervisor, the Yellow Turban Army at the west gate was completely in chaos.

Some tried to run to the Han army and begged for mercy, some stayed in place with their eyes blank, and most of them ran towards the city like headless flies.

Now that the war situation has evolved into this situation, I am afraid that even the arrival of the great sage master will not be able to save the morale of this group of people.

Unless the Han army can be completely defeated.

Otherwise, there is no way to stop this unilateral massacre with just a few slogans.

For a while, Zhang Bao gave up.

The cruel reality of the past six months has already shattered the vision in his heart. It seems that there is no way for that peaceful world where everyone is equal to take root in this land.

Faced with a situation that was completely out of control, Zhang Bao didn't know how to save the situation except using Taoism to hide his figure.

And just then.

A figure suddenly appeared next to him and asked softly: "Are you giving up now? The results of more than ten years of hard work have just disappeared. Are you willing?"

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That voice seemed to have a magical power, instantly soothing General Digong's panicked mind.

Facing the stranger who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, Zhang Bao just smiled bitterly: "It's God's will. After all, the Han Dynasty's luck has not yet run out."

"Hahahahaha, is God's will like this? I am God's will!"

The owner of that voice seemed to have heard something funny. A thunderous sound exploded over Xiaquyang City, and suddenly the situation changed, with lightning and thunder!