Chapter 272 Yellow Turbans, Yellow Turbans
No matter how those yellow-glowing internal energy points on the mountain appeared, this was the reality and Kenshin Uesugi just found it hard to accept it.
After a brief moment of disbelief, Kenshin Uesugi quickly grasped the crux of the matter. An outburst is an outburst after all, and it is reasonable to gradually weaken.
"Hehehe, if I don't withdraw my troops, I will be in big trouble!"
Uesugi Kenshin sneered. He could see clearly that judging from the speed at which the auras of the Yellow Turban warriors on the mountain were weakening, it would probably not take long before they were beaten back to their original form.
This kind of outburst will definitely lead to weakness. As long as he waits a while and leads his troops forward, he will surely be unstoppable.
"Good stuff, absolutely good stuff!" After the Yellow Turban warrior gathered his strength and easily killed the bull monster in front of him, he couldn't let go of the big knife in his hand.
The Yellow Turban was too poor. When he died, he still had a wooden stick in his hand. Even if his internal energy strengthened the wooden stick to its extreme, a wooden stick was just a wooden stick. How could it be compared with a real weapon?
Another Yellow Turban warrior dodged the attack in front of him and used his shield to wantonly humiliate the demon in front of him, as light as a butterfly flying through flowers. Every move of the demon was within his expectations.
"It's great! If I had this armor and this big shield, I wouldn't have to die in the rain of arrows!" The Yellow Turban warrior felt extremely aggrieved as he stroked his shield and armor. When he died, he was pierced like a hedgehog.
The Yellow Turban Warrior, holding a sword and shield, shuttled freely among the monsters. Relying on his experience and strength, he constantly cooperated with his comrades to kill the monsters in front of him.
That relaxed state made Uesugi Kenshin feel disheartened in the distance. More than a thousand demons were beaten without any chance to fight back.
The quality of the individual soldiers was astonishingly terrifying, especially the two leaders who had internal energy out of their bodies, a spear and a broadsword, which made him feel chilled to the bone.
"We are about to dissipate. Even if you are fully prepared, you won't be able to sustain this consumption for long."
The Yellow Turban warrior beside Zhou Cang said with some regret after he killed a sneak attacking demon for Zhou Cang.
"Thank you!" Zhou Cang said in a slightly low voice. Although he couldn't see their faces, he knew very well who these people were.
"Heizi, you really didn't disappoint us. I didn't expect that the Huang Tian that big brother talked about actually existed." The yellow-turbaned warrior with a gun patted Zhou Cang's shoulder very casually, "But it seems that we can only help you kill these monsters. I'm afraid we can't help you with those under the mountain."
"General Ren Gong..."
"Heizi, you did a great job. We are proud of you. Compared to Zhang Hao, maybe you are the real leader of the Yellow Turbans!"
The Yellow Turbans who were summoned naturally accepted the Yellow Turbans' beliefs. This is why they quickly understood what was happening when they were awakened. The Yellow Turbans have no secrets at all.
"General Digong..."
"It's really not unfair to lose to that kind of person!" said a Yellow Turban strongman with a little melancholy. He didn't expect that the prosperity that they, the Yellow Turbans, wanted would be realized by the enemies who killed them. This world is really ridiculous.
"Zhang Niujiaoqushuai..."
"Hahaha, come on, you still have to keep going . If possible, just order us around. We'd love to come and see more!" Another Yellow Turban strongman also patted Zhou Cang on the shoulder and said.
Zhou Cang was unusually silent. Could he really do it?
"Hey, you guys are still in the mood to chat, hurry up and kill them, maybe you can help Heizi clean up those monsters below!" A yellow-turbaned strongman said coldly, rolling his eyes.
Everyone's faces turned serious and they started to take action immediately. It was true that they didn't have much time left. The Yellow Turbans were just rootless duckweed. If Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang hadn't left enough backup plans, they would not have been able to continue to appear.
In other words, the Yellow Turbans have not completely disappeared yet. If we wait another two years and their dreams are fully realized under the leadership of the imperial court, they will never be able to come back.
There may be countless demands within the Yellow Turbans group, but the most urgent desire of the Yellow Turbans as a group is always to live and work in peace and contentment, or it can be said that this is the most unified idea of all the people in the world.
A belief that is deeply rooted in the soul of the nation and will not change no matter how many years pass. It is precisely because the Yellow Turbans’ beliefs are exactly the same as those of ordinary people that the Yellow Turbans have grown so outrageously and so quickly.
As Zhou Cang and others moved more and more slowly, the goose-yellow light enveloping the Yellow Turban warrior gradually dimmed, and the heroic spirit of the Yellow Turban was finally about to disappear.
"It seems that we can't help you anymore. The rest of the journey depends on you !" Zhang Liang sighed, feeling his strength gradually fading away, and patted Zhou Cang's shoulder helplessly.
"Don't die. The Yellow Turbans are gone , but they now have all the hope they once longed for. Take the Yellow Turbans and hold them!" After saying that, he burned himself and launched a final attack towards the foot of the mountain.
"Oh, it would be great if we could be resurrected. What a pity, we couldn't see all the Yellow Turbans having enough food and clothing. Heizi, remember to check on us!" Zhang Bao patted Zhou Cang's shoulder and threw away the spear in his hand.
"It's a pity that we can't see that kind of person in person, what a pity!" Another Yellow Turban patted Zhou Cang helplessly, looking into the distance in the direction of Luoyang with an extremely regretful look. In their eyes, Chen Xi and Guo Hao, who reshaped the Han Dynasty, were like gods.
They rebelled just to survive, and the Yellow Turbans' only wish was to live like human beings.
"How sad! He never had enough to eat during his lifetime, but after his death there is a bumper harvest of grain. How sad!" The glow on another Yellow Turban strongman disappeared.
As more and more glow naturally shattered and disappeared, finally all the glow disappeared.
"Farewell, all the commanders!"
Zhou Cang half-knelt on the ground and shouted respectfully.
"Farewell, all the commanders!"
The Yellow Turban warriors who regained consciousness also half-knelt on the ground and shouted. They inherited the memories of the awakened Yellow Turbans and could better understand the difficulties faced by these fallen generals.
Without any nonsense, Kenshin Uesugi led his troops to attack the enemy while he was ill. This is an excellent quality that every excellent commander should possess.
Zhou Cang and others retreated hurriedly. They were overdrawn and had no ability to resist Uesugi Kenshin's attack.
Tang Zhou led one third of the Yellow Turban soldiers who had not participated in the battle before and charged forward directly, without even looking at Zhou Cang and others, and crashed directly into the demon army.
Zhou Cang did not hesitate at all and directly led the Yellow Turban warriors behind him to retreat. They had lost their fighting ability and it would be useless even if they used their flesh and blood bodies to fight back.
They must preserve this strength, and they must move to protect the retreating Yellow Turban army.
Zhou Cang didn't say anything, but his eyes turned red and he couldn't stop crying. He knew that Tang Zhou would never come back, or rather, except for the brothers behind him, no one else would come back.
