Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Gan Ning was willing to swear to the heavens with his left hand pointing at the sky and his right hand pointing at the yellow earth, that the title of "Yellow Heaven Saint" had absolutely nothing to do with him. He even publicly clarified that he was not the "Yellow Heaven Saint."

But the result told Gan Ning that sometimes rumors and the will of the people cannot be changed with a few simple words.

Even if Gan Ning tried to explain and clarify, countless Yellow Turban youths who followed him would just nod as if they understood, coming up with a thousand perfect reasons to prove that Gan Ning was indeed the "Yellow Heaven Saint."

To this end, Gan Ning even grabbed a few of the most enthusiastic Yellow Turban youths, wanting to make an example of them.

But looking at those Yellow Turbans who seemed willing to die without regret, Gan Ning couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Alas…"

Gan Ning sighed softly, and the sounds of discussion around him instantly quieted down.

Immediately, a strong man with a waist and build even thicker than Gan Ning's respectfully asked.

"Why does the Saint sigh?"

Gan Ning only found such concern annoying, and he closed his eyes without saying a word while sitting on a chariot.

Seeing this, the strong man was not annoyed at all, but instead his expression shook, and he quickly retreated respectfully, whispering to the left and right.

"The Saint is probably comprehending the will of heaven again. Let's be quieter and not disturb the Saint."

"How do you know?"

"My uncle used to be a close disciple of a Qu Shuai under the Great Virtuous Teacher. My uncle told me all this before. I used to think my uncle was just lying to me, but now it seems that the Saint can also be like the Great Virtuous Teacher."

"Wow, you are a truly upright Yellow Heaven believer!"

"Ahem, don't speak lightly of the Saint. Moreover, the Saint should be above the Great Virtuous Teacher. If the Great Virtuous Teacher can do it, it would be strange if the Saint couldn't."

… …

Staring blankly at the sky, Gan Ning had become accustomed to hearing these words.

If Gan Ning didn't know his own limitations, he might have actually thought he was some kind of Yellow Heaven Saint from all the flattery.

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

Would the Marquis mind?

The Lord should listen to my explanation, right?

As for the idea of rebelling with the trend, Gan Ning never had it from beginning to end.

Not to mention that Gan Ning understood that even if there were more than 100,000 Yellow Turban youths, even if the number was doubled, they would only be chickens and dogs in the eyes of the Marquis.

More importantly, Gan Ning always remembered the great kindness of the Marquis, and he would rather be executed than dare to have any rebellious thoughts.

Just as Gan Ning was feeling infinitely melancholy, a brocade-sailed thief who was scouting the road ahead rushed back, leaned to Gan Ning's ear, and whispered.

"Boss, ten miles ahead, we have discovered no less than 100,000 Han troops bearing the banners of 'Liu' and 'Li'."

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

"Good, good, good!"

Hurry up and let the Marquis take me in, and I can take off my mask and escape from the sea of thieves.

Having thoroughly enjoyed being a thief this time, Gan Ning vowed never to be a thief again next time.

"The whole army obeys orders, there are Han troops ahead, advance!"

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

For this Yellow Turban army in Yu Province, there were naturally no high-end techniques to command uniformly with flags, and every order was passed down by word of mouth. Fighting was just a swarm rushing forward shoulder to shoulder.

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

For a time, with Gan Ning in the lead, a large black mass of Yellow Turbans behind him ran wildly on the ground, stirring up soaring dust.

Not to mention that, in Li Ji's eyes, this kind of Yellow Turban formation was simply full of flaws, but the momentum was indeed quite intimidating.

More importantly, most of these Yellow Turbans were not afraid of death, and their combat power was still not to be underestimated if they fell into a chaotic battle.

And Gan Ning would naturally not actually lead the Yellow Turbans to charge into the Han army's formation, choosing to stop about two miles away from the Han army.

Then, the crowd of Yellow Turbans rushing behind were in a chaotic mess, but they might not be able to stop in time.

People squeezed people, people pushed people, and even a burst of disputes sounded from time to time.

In the end, Gan Ning, who had originally stopped, was forced forward another half a mile before this army of over 100,000 Yellow Turban youths stopped.

Seeing this scene, Liu Bei couldn't help but whispered to Li Ji.

"Xingba is indeed skilled in commanding troops."

Li Ji, who was secretly holding his forehead, had to try his best to make up for Gan Ning, saying.

"Perhaps Xingba did it on purpose to prove that he has no intention of rebelling."

The art of war emphasizes advancing and retreating with measure, and enforcing orders and prohibitions.

After the commander stopped, he was forcibly surrounded by the army and moved forward another half a mile before stopping, which was indeed a spectacle of the Great Han.

Liu Bei thought for a moment, and felt that this was indeed the case, and asked.

"Zikun, what should we do next?"

"Ji will accompany the Lord to invite Xingba to come out and talk."

Immediately, under the protection of Xu Chu and Zhou Tai, as well as three hundred tiger guards, Liu Bei stepped out of the crowd, and then shouted loudly in the direction of Gan Ning.

"I am Liu Bei, Liu Xuande, a descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan, a great-grandson of Emperor Xiaojing, the Governor of Yang Province and General An Nan, Marquis of Yiting. I invite the Yellow Heaven Saint to come out and talk."

Liu Bei's long list of titles and his reputation, which was well known in Yu Province, made many Yellow Turbans couldn't help but discuss.

And Gan Ning, hearing the title "Yellow Heaven Saint", was so ashamed that he almost wanted to find a hole to hide in.

It was only because his face was still covered with a mask, otherwise Gan Ning would rather disfigure his appearance than let others know that Gan Ning was the Yellow Heaven Saint.

Immediately, Gan Ning took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and ignoring some voices of dissuasion, he ordered the brocade-sailed thieves to escort him out to approach Liu Bei.

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

Finally… finally it's almost over.

However, the two sides stopped about a hundred steps away.

After Gan Ning calmed his mind, he spoke loudly according to the prepared content.

"Liu Xuande? I have heard of your name. The Great Virtuous Teacher returned to the embrace of the Yellow Heaven because of you."

Li Ji took the opportunity to stuff a piece of paper to Liu Bei. After Liu Bei took it, he understood in his heart and replied.

"A person who pretends to be a ghost, knowing my name Liu Xuande, how dare you cause trouble again?"

"Hahaha, you say that I am a person who pretends to be a ghost?"

"Isn't that so? The mandate of heaven is in the Han, you must be borrowing the mandate of heaven, falsely claiming to be some Yellow Heaven Saint to bewitch people's hearts."

"Worldly obstacles obscure the eyes, ridiculous, ridiculous…"

Gan Ning laughed loudly and said loudly.

"If what I am, the Yellow Heaven Saint, is false, then must you, Liu Xuande, also deny that the heavens have blessed you?"