"Why?" Zhang Banxian stood and asked softly.

He didn't understand, so he asked why. Even if Zhang Jiao was in front of him, he did not hide his dissatisfaction on his face. He really couldn't understand why Zhang Jiao let him leave like Yun Ting, was it because Zhang Jiao himself began to have doubts about everything he did, gave up or distrust?

So why? Zhang Banxian felt a kind of anger of being betrayed, and a flame was burning in his heart. If, if he was sitting in Zhang Jiao's position now, he would definitely kill Zhang Jiao without hesitation!

Any betrayal must be fulfilled with blood! The same is true for revolution, so he doesn't care how much blood he has to use to achieve his goal in the game.

Zhang Jiao sat calmly on the main seat. Even when he heard Zhang Banxian's almost rude questioning, he just looked at Zhang Banxian with his eyes. The vicissitudes in his eyes seemed to show Zhang Banxian through, and nothing could make waves appear in his eyes.

Just one glance, after looking at Zhang Banxian, Zhang Jiao turned his eyes to the incense burner placed in the center of the conference hall. The curling clouds of smoke spread upwards, from clear to dispersed, and finally floating in nothingness, Zhang Jiao saw it very clearly.

Yun Ting has been away for more than ten days, but the impact it has still remained in Julu. Except for a few people who knew what Yun Ting did, most of the Yellow Turban soldiers only knew that Ma Yuan Yi died of sudden illness. The extra impact, including the dissatisfaction and doubts of a small number of people, was suppressed by Zhang Jiao with his own prestige. However, Zhang Jiao understood that even so, they could only obey on the surface, and there would be no less doubts in secret.

Including Zhang Banxian’s questioning of him now, it is also one of the subsequent impacts.

"No reason." Zhang Jiao's hands were put together, and his index finger slowly surrounded it.

He smiled and looked at Zhang Banxian with a peaceful and loving gaze, just like he was staring at his daughter, treating everyone equally. He is still inside the Yellow Turban Army. All the players who can face Zhang Jiao or have seen Zhang Jiao have seen such gazes focus on themselves. Even if they just glanced over, they left a deep impression on them. Therefore, many of these players stayed in the Yellow Turban Army, not because of interests, but more because of Zhang Jiao’s personal charm, which prompted them to stay in the Yellow Turban Army.

"Yun Fukuang may be betrayal. But what about you? Lingyun." Zhang Jiao asked.

He did not wait for Zhang Banxian's answer, nor did he give him time to answer, but continued by himself: "How loyal are you to Taipingdao?"

"Don't be stunned. Do you think I'm old and confused? Actually, I know everything, I just watch quietly." Zhang Jiao said to Zhang Banxian, who was stunned.

"Look." Zhang Jiao's arm stretched out, revealing a slightly thin piece of arms from the wide sleeve of the Taoist robe. His fingers gently tapped the void in front of him.

As his fingers were lit, a picture appeared in front of Zhang Jiao. As time went on, the picture began to change, including the characters' movements and words, all appearing in it. Zhang Banxian could see very clearly that the protagonist in the picture was him, and what was played inside was how he planned and planned everything.

His face suddenly turned pale.

But soon Zhang Banxian woke up. Zhang Jiao did this and spread everything out of it. He didn't want to kill him, so he could understand. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so troublesome. Perhaps he was picked up like Yun Ting before, and then gently put it down.

"Look, I really know everything." Zhang Jiao chuckled.

Just as Zhang Banxian was thinking about how to answer, two "big brother" shouts came from outside the conference hall. Accompanied by clear footsteps, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang stepped into the conference hall together and came to Zhang Jiao.

At first, when they saw Zhang Banxian, they were a little surprised, and their eyes fell on the playing image not far in front of Zhang Jiao. Their faces became even more strange. However, neither of them cared too much, but looked at the elder brother who asked them to come to the conference hall.

"Brother, what's the matter with you asking us to come?" Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang asked together.

"Look." Zhang Jiao waved his hand and wiped out the previous image.

My fingers lit up three times in a row, and three images appeared in the void.

"Look at the surrounding area of ​​Yingchuan County where Bo Cai is located." Zhang Jiao pointed to the first picture, where the Yellow Turban Army was marching, and the target was Yingchuan County.

"As long as Bo passes through Yingchuan and conquers Hangu Pass, he can reach Luoyang."

"Look at it again. This is Nanyang." Zhang Jiao pointed to the second picture, where the Yellow Turban Army surrounded a tall city and was attacking one after another.

Rolling trees continued to fall on the walls of Nanyang City. Accompanied by the rain of arrows, it fell into the Yellow Turban Army like locusts, but it was just a cluster of blood. A small wave was just about to be turned up in this huge army. Behind the army, Zhang Mancheng led the elite Yellow Turban soldiers to retreat and stagnate the Yellow Turban soldiers, forcing them to continue to attack the city.

"Mancheng has killed Chu Gong, the governor of Nanyang County. Now, as long as he captures Nanyang Jiancheng, he can drive straight into Jingzhou!"

Zhang Jiao pointed his finger at the third picture again and said slowly: "This is us."

The picture is empty, with only the army and buildings in Julu City, but the situation of the Han army cannot be seen. It can be seen that Zhang Jiao's magic is released and there must be something unknown. Otherwise, what will happen will be the situation of the Han army's advance. In this way, the Yellow Turban Army will win every battle, but unfortunately Zhang Jiao cannot do it.

"After information was heard, Lu Zhi led the deputy generals and clans to lead the five Northern Army clans to be responsible for the Northern Front."

"Zhang Bao obeyed the order." Zhang Jiao spoke.

"Yes!" Zhang Bao clasped his fists.

"You lead the cavalry to help Bo Cai with one arm. You must make sure to capture Yingchuan and capture Hangu Pass. You must wipe out the Han army that blocks the road. If things cannot be done, you can ask Bo Cai to lead the army to retreat."

He turned his gaze to Zhang Liang and said, "Zhang Liang obeys the order."

"yes!"

"You go to Youzhou and lead the Guangyang Yellow Turban Army back to Jizhou. Youzhou is a bitter and cold place, and it is useless to take it. All we have to do is to condense our strength into a force and cause irrecoverable damage to the Han army as soon as possible."

Finally, Zhang Jiao turned his gaze on Zhang Banxian. After pondering for a while, he paused and said, "As for Lingyun, you go to Nanyang, be sure to help Manchester City conquer Nanyang. If an accident occurs, let Manchester City come back!"

"Yes!" Zhang Banxian clasped his fists.

"Okay. You each go and take the army you need. Cough cough." Zhang Jiao waved his hand, quickly reached out to cover his mouth, coughed a few times, and felt exhaustion on his face that could not be removed.

"Sure enough." Zhang Banxian turned around and said silently in his heart as he walked out the door.

"As long as Zhang Jiao dies, you can follow my ideas." A cold flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his steps became much lighter.

How long can you last?

After all three of them left the chamber, an abnormal flush suddenly appeared on Zhang Jiao's face, and dripping beads of sweat flowed from his forehead. His five fingers and arms couldn't stop trembling. It was not until a long time later that Zhang Jiao grabbed his palms and returned to normal.
Chapter completed!