Chapter 273: Martyrs
"Faster, faster!"
On the long road, Zhang Hao kept roaring. Ever since they received the real-life messages from Li Cai and Duo Xing, these Yellow Turban players have been rushing back for their lives.
There were a total of 250,000 players exiled to Qingzhou, and the Yellow Turban players accounted for more than half of them.
After the failure of the first epic battle, their development stagnated. They finally gathered hundreds of thousands of elite players to participate in the Battle of Hulao Pass, but were defeated again. After this battle, let alone development, they were completely back to the pre-liberation era.
Although each of them was given a set of standard equipment later, it could not be compared with the equipment they exchanged for in epic battles. It was like throwing away sesame seeds to pick up watermelons. They were also forced to do hard labor for several months. If this strength was not linked to reality, they would have given up the game long ago.
Fortunately, after experiencing so much torture, their levels have increased a lot, and their combat power has also increased a lot, so even doing hard labor is not particularly difficult.
As for those who wanted to be counselors, most of them were directly sent down to various states and counties to serve as local officials. After Guo Hao reached an agreement with his superiors, they became even more determined. If they continued to cause trouble, they would probably suffer some kind of heavy punishment.
Compared to them, players who choose the strategist route are much happier . As long as they govern the place honestly, the place with the highest comprehensive coefficient in the annual evaluation will gain the strength of internal energy.
Moreover, as long as they perform well for several consecutive years, Chen Xi and his men will let Zhao Yun and others take action and directly instill in them the power of the parallel version of the internal Qi leaving the body.
After Chen Xi's series of attacks, players who chose the strategist route quickly adjusted their attitudes.
The power of the small dark room and the internal energy leaving the body, everyone knows what to do.
There are also those life players, each of whom has his own scientific research project. By cooperating with both sides to do experiments, they also have the opportunity to obtain various rewards.
There are about three million players in the entire Central Plains, and more than half of them choose to govern the place and do scientific research. The rest either form their own teams to develop their own cities, or become knights-errant. There are even some players who go to various places to work as constables.
The most difficult ones to deal with are these warmongers, players who have followed the imperial court from beginning to end. For example, Zhang Xing and others directly infiltrated the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and became a squad leader. The rest are mostly in various troops.
And these losers who went against the imperial court were sent to Qingzhou, the Great East Japan. Although they were a little dissatisfied with the imperial court's confiscation of all the civil and military officials they had appointed, they had no choice but to accept their fate as the iron fist of despotism was hovering over their heads.
After all, fighting Japan is a good outlet, and they are quite satisfied with it. Moreover, they don’t have to take care of the logistics themselves. Isn’t this the favorite of these warmongers?
Originally they thought Qingzhou was the home turf of the Yellow Turbans, but as they traveled along the way, Huangfu Song occasionally gave special training to the generals, which helped them improve their military qualities, and everything was going well.
It was only after receiving an urgent call for help from Li Cai and Duo Xing that they discovered their home had been robbed.
After a group of people applied to Huangfu Song, they directly left the main force behind and started a thousand-mile raid. The last belongings of the Yellow Turbans were all there, so how could they not be anxious?
Humans are not plants or trees and are heartless. The Yellow Turbans were like half-relatives to them.
Especially the information that Li Cai kept sending them, they were so anxious that they jumped up and down, wishing they could fly directly back to Mount Tai, but the journey was too long, and even if each of them rode their horses day and night it would be of no use.
"Damn it, faster, faster!"
Zhang Hao's face turned pale. He could not forget the promise he made to the Yellow Turbans. But now, when everything was about to be fulfilled, his house was robbed.
This is the case for all players who have feelings for the Yellow Turbans. They have been traveling day and night, but the short distance on the map is like a chasm in reality, and they can't see the end at all.
"There's new news in reality. It's not just Liangshan and the Japanese, but also the White Lotus Sect..."
The worse news made Zhang Hao even more anxious. Bad news came one after another and he really couldn't accept it.
"bite!"
Tang Zhou swung his sword, but he didn't expect that the sword, which was as fast as lightning, was blocked by someone. He couldn't help but look at the other party, and his expression became more solemn.
"Lin Qing from the White Lotus Sect, why don't you surrender? Those who are strong enough to use internal energy out of their bodies will be respected!" Lin Qing said to Tang Zhou. After letting Liao Hua escape, he had no choice but to come and deal with Tang Zhou, otherwise he would have no way to go back and give an explanation.
Liangshan and the White Lotus Sect have just started to cooperate. If he doesn't contribute at all, wouldn't that give others a handle to use against him?
He didn't want to let Liao Hua run away, but who could have thought that Liao Hua was so crazy that he wanted to exchange his life with his. Naturally, he didn't want to do that, so he retreated for a while and let Liao Hua and his men kill him. After that, Uesugi Kenshin sounded the retreat, and they completely lost the trace of Liao Hua's troops.
Tang Zhou remained silent. He knew that he must not die. Once he lost his gift of talent, the army would be defeated in an instant.
They immediately launched a frantic attack, and the fierce attack suffocated Lin Qing. He didn't understand if the Yellow Turbans were all a bunch of lunatics? Why did they like to kill people right away?
At this moment Lin Qing's face turned dark. He knew he had to do something, otherwise he would be in trouble when he returned.
Lin Qing took a deep breath, roared, and then directly faced Tang Zhou's attack.
Tang Zhou took several steps back. The two Yellow Turban warriors rushed forward desperately, intending to fight with Lin Qing to the death. However, they did not expect that the shadow under Lin Qing's feet suddenly jumped up and turned into two sharp spikes that pierced the two men's hearts.
"You are not a human either!" Tang Zhou's eyes were a little red. He didn't expect that this so-called White Lotus Sect was actually a demon.
"Die!" Tang Zhou fully released his will, attached his will to the weapon, and attacked Lin Qing fiercely.
As a disciple of Zhang Jiao, a divine cultivator who had broken through boundaries, Tang Zhou knew how to unleash the divine will to the maximum extent possible.
Although everything he did was imitating Zhang Jue, and he would never find his own way if he continued like this, Tang Zhou did not intend to go on. Martyrdom for the Yellow Turbans had become his obsession, and a breakthrough was not what he wanted at all.
Lin Qing calmly waved the sword in his hand, and then coordinated with two spear-like shadows to parry Tang Zhou's attack. After only ten moves, Tang Zhou burst out with all his strength and cut off Lin Qing's two shadows.
Lin Qing's face turned pale. That was a part of his body. Now that it was cut off by Tang Zhou, it would take at least several years to recover .
Lin Qing roared, and when Tang Zhou's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, he slashed at Tang Zhou.
"I only regret that I couldn't kill the thief!"
Tang Zhou smiled bitterly and closed his eyes resignedly. He had exploded with the intention of killing Lin Qing, but he didn't expect that Lin Qing would block him with two shadows.
"Alas, fool, it is the teacher who is wrong!"
A familiar voice came, and Tang Zhou opened his eyes in disbelief.
