Chapter 67 Zhang Jue's Death In a slightly dilapidated house in Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao was lying on the bed, pale as a sheet, with a haggard face and a weak breath. His eyes, which were once bright and lively, were now dim. Lu Zhi led the five most elite schools of the Northern Army of the imperial court. Their fighting power was so strong that even Tian Ze was amazed. They directly resisted the main force of the Yellow Turban Army of more than 200,000 led by the brothers Zhang Jue and Zhang Liang, and suppressed the enemy all the way, forcing them to Guangzong. In every battle, the Northern Army demonstrated super strong combat effectiveness and tenacious fighting will. They were like sharp knives, easily tearing through the Yellow Turban Army's defenses time and time again. Although the two thousand cavalrymen under Tian Ze were all well-trained, there was still a certain gap compared with the Northern Army, which was the main force of the entire Han Dynasty. It would have been difficult for Zhang Jue to hold out for several months against such an elite army relying only on a large number of Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers and a few Yellow Turban strongmen. He simply held on with his life. Zhang Jue's talent can stimulate human potential in a short period of time. It can not only cure some diseases, but also enhance the combat effectiveness of soldiers during war. Every time the talent is activated, the wounded soldiers will feel the pain of their wounds eased, their tired bodies will be filled with strength again and become even stronger, and their courage and determination to fight will be stimulated. Similarly, this is the main reason why he has countless followers and believers everywhere. In the battle with Lu Zhi, facing the absolute gap in individual strength and comprehensive quality, every time the Han army launched a charge with unstoppable force and was ready to attack Huanglong, he had to continuously stimulate his talents on a large scale to resist such a fierce attack.
He knew very well that with the Yellow Turban Army's poor military discipline, if one place was lost, the whole battle would be lost, and a large-scale rout would easily occur. But human power is limited, and the activation of talent also requires physical and mental consumption. Lu Zhi's continuous and fierce attacks forced Zhang Jue to overdraw his own talent for a long time, and he was exhausted in just a few months. After each battle, he would feel physically weaker and mentally more exhausted, but for the sake of his ideals and believers, he gritted his teeth and persevered. "Brother!" Zhang Liang, who was sitting beside the bed, was so sad to see Zhang Jiao like this that his tears flowed uncontrollably to the ground. Zhang Jue slowly sat up, looked at Zhang Liang's appearance, rubbed his head gently, and smiled weakly: "You are so old, but you still act like a child." However, that smile was full of bitterness and helplessness. "Cough cough!" Suddenly, Zhang Jue coughed violently, and a little blood sprayed on the bed sheet, with red spots like blooming blood-colored flowers, which was shocking. "Brother!" Zhang Liang held Zhang Jiao's hand tightly with both of his hands, his eyes full of worry. "It's okay, my throat is a little itchy. It will feel better after coughing it out." Zhang Jue waved his hand and said. Looking out the window, the setting sun was slowly setting, and the blood-like setting sun dyed the sky red. Zhang Jue couldn't help feeling powerless and desolate. All the lofty ambitions I once had have now turned into nothing, and my body is about to reach the end. "What's the situation in Dongjun?" Zhang Liang's heart tightened and he dared not speak. Zhang Jue immediately understood the result, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "The Han Dynasty is not doomed yet! I was too hasty." Zhang Jue felt extremely regretful at this moment. I hate the blindness of heaven, the injustice of the world, and even more I hate my own stupidity and incompetence. Born into a commoner family, he rose up in rebellion not only out of ambition, but more out of compassion for the people.
In the past few years, natural disasters have continued, and people all over the country have starved to death, become displaced, and die in foreign lands, with no less than one million people dying every year. He often sees the hungry and painful faces of those people in his dreams and hears their desperate cries. He was not unaware of the disadvantages of being the first in the world, but he simply could not stand it. There are too many injustices and tragedies in this world, and he wants to change the world and find a way out for the people. But he never thought that after more than ten years of planning, there would be one flaw. Tang Zhou's betrayal forced him to launch an uprising in a hurry, resulting in the uprisings in various places being successful, but not connected together, but each fighting on its own. The lack of unified leadership and such a chaotic situation caused the Yellow Turbans, which already lacked elite talents, to quickly become corrupt. It seemed that the uprising was flourishing everywhere and was unstoppable. The size of the Yellow Turban Army continued to expand, but it was completely out of control. He originally revolted for the people, but ended up bringing even greater disaster to them. Countless bandits burned, killed and looted everywhere in the name of the Yellow Turbans. The number of people harmed by the Yellow Turbans was greater than the number of people who starved to death every year in the past. At this point, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. He can only keep going. He must at least ensure that his group of believers can survive as long as possible. These people have followed him for several years or even more than ten years and are no different from his own children. "Third brother!" "Brother!" Hearing Zhang Jue's call, Zhang Liang hurried forward and moved closer. "I am going to die soon. These believers will be handed over to you in the future." Zhang Jue has become indifferent to life and death, and said calmly. However, his eyes are full of reluctance and concern for the believers. Zhang Liang's body trembled slightly when he heard Zhang Jiao's instructions for his funeral, but he still suppressed the sadness in his heart: "Don't worry, big brother." He knew that he had to be strong at this moment and had to fulfill his elder brother's last wish. "The imperial court will never let us believers go, so you have to hold on until the imperial court withdraws its troops. Then immediately take the believers and flee from here to the Black Mountain, to the north, to places that the imperial court army cannot reach." Zhang Jue's voice became weaker and weaker, but every word was filled with determination and expectation. "Don't think about revenge, live a peaceful life. When the world is settled, then serve the new king." "New monarch?" Zhang Liang was slightly stunned. Zhang Jue sneered: "Although I failed, I also succeeded. The lord is weak and the servants are strong, and the powerful are everywhere. The danger of the Han Dynasty is inevitable. This chaos in the world will not end because of me, but start with me. I am just a fool who is the king's vanguard." There was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, but more of it was expectation for the future. After saying this, Zhang Jue raised his right hand with difficulty: "Third brother, stretch out your hand." Zhang Liang seemed to realize something, his body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, but he still stretched out his left hand. Zhang Jue tightly grasped Zhang Liang's left hand, madly burning all his remaining energy and spirit, even the luck of the Taiping Sect, pushing his talent to the extreme and infusing it all into Zhang Liang's body. "Remember my words, take everyone with you and survive!" When the last bit of energy and blood disappeared, Zhang Jue collapsed completely with a mixture of reluctance and relief. "Brother!" Zhang Liang cried miserably.
The voice was filled with sadness and despair, echoing in the house. Outside the door, countless believers knelt on the ground, crying and shouting. They know that their sky is gone! (End of this chapter)