This is indeed a bit cruel. For citizens living in the empire in the Tianyuan period, anyone who sees this scene will be very disagreeable and feel sad. Although the empire is an empire, it is not a polite system at least the judiciary is fair and just. A prisoner must be sentenced to death after trial and judicial ruling. With supercomputers, the justice of justice can still be retained, but there are very few things that violate the law and make random judgments.

For Yun Ting, he didn't feel much about it, and it had nothing to do with him. The dreamer was originally a character who wandered between life and death, cruelty? Yun Ting was very familiar with this term. If he didn't kill Tang Zhou, there might be a historical Tang Zhou informant, which aroused the alertness of the Han Dynasty. It would be a cruel thing to arrest the Yellow Turban Cultists across the country, and waiting for them at that time.

Yun Ting watched Tang Zhou's ashes being collected and the wooden ashes were sprinkled on the stone road in front of the courtyard by the church members. After his death, a cup of loess was trampled by thousands of people and trampled by thousands of feet. This was the highest punishment of Taipingdao. He was not allowed to live a good life before and after his death.

"Okay, the apostate has been executed. Everyone else will go out. I have something to discuss. The commanders of the various tents stay." Zhang Jiao ordered. Immediately, the church members brought twelve wooden chairs, arranged in a font, and arranged them into a font shape. The other church members knelt down one after another, kowtowed three times, and left the yard in an orderly manner. Only Yun Ting and Zhang Jiao were left in the field. In addition to four, there were eight others.

Yun Ting only knew seven of these eight people. When the game progressed in the previous life for a period of time, these seven people died almost the same, becoming a stepping stone for the heroes of the emperors and were regarded as military achievements and recorded in their contributions. These seven people were also Daqu Commander of the Yellow Turban Army, and some of them had suppressed Yun Ting, but their end was... These seven people were Zhang Niujiao, Zhang Mancheng, Bo Cai, Peng Tuo, Bu Si, **** Yi, and He Yi.

They are not dead yet, they are all considered big rebels, and they are all gathered together. In addition, Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, the three brothers of the Yellow Turban Army, all appeared here. If someone takes action now and kills the people here, it can be said that the Yellow Turban Rebellion will be dead. The Han Dynasty may be able to live some peaceful and stable life.

As for the other person, Yun Ting didn't know him anymore. It was strange that there was no message from this person in his memory. This person seemed to appear out of thin air. Yun Ting didn't know what he was from, and he was a player or an indigenous person in the Three Kingdoms! But the possibility of players is relatively high. If it were an indigenous person, Yun Ting would have known him in his previous life. It is also possible that he died when Yun Ting entered the Yellow Turban Army?

Yun Ting looked at him and looked at him carefully. He knew very well that the second point that could stay here was besides the powerful people in the Yellow Turban Army that trusted the person that Zhang Jiao could trust. Who is this person? Could it be that because of his time travel and rebirth, his butterfly flapping his wings and rolling up a slight turbulence?

"Yun Ting, let me introduce you to him. He is my distant nephew, Zhang Banxian, whose courtesy name is Lingyun." Zhang Jiao stood up from the chair and introduced to Yun Ting.

Zhang Banxian?

Yun Ting was sure that he definitely didn't know this person, and there was no such person in the Yellow Turban Army in his previous life!

Zhang Banxian smiled slightly, showing a spring breeze-like smile. He looked at Yun Ting and looked at Yun Ting. There were a little light flashing in his dark pupils, as if brewing, observing something.

He was wearing a Confucian shirt, his figure was about the same as Zhang Jiao, and his height was about 1.78 meters away, but he looked more literary and had a scholarly spirit. His eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were starry. He looked very handsome from his appearance alone.

It has been ten days since Zhang Banxian arrived in Julu County. In these ten days, he quickly gained Zhang Jiao's trust, so he can stand here now. He originally had no place, but Tang Zhou died, so he appeared here.

He wanted to change, so he appeared.

"Everyone sit down." Zhang Jiao stretched out his hands, pressed his palms down and said slowly. Zhang Bao and others did not sit down immediately after hearing this, but looked at Zhang Jiao and sat down. Only after everyone sat on the empty chair according to their seniority, but there were still three free chairs, it was obvious that someone had not arrived.

"Yun Ting, Banxian, you are here." Zhang Jiao saw everyone sitting down, gently jawed his head, and then said.

Yun Ting was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going to happen, but like Zhang Banxian, he was heading towards the high platform. The two of them walked on the same road at the same pace, the same frequency, and the same platform, and climbed up to the high platform from the wooden ladder on the side. He stood on the platform wide by three people. Yun Ting walked to the other side, standing on the right side of Zhang Jiao, with a plain face and quietly holding his hands behind him. Zhang Banxian walked to Zhang Jiao's right hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The height is so cold. Yun Ting knew that Zhang Jiao must be in a very bad mood at this time. Anyone who is betrayed by someone close to him will not be able to bear it.

"Some of you will definitely ask, he is an abnormal person, how can he be qualified, and why can he stand beside the great master Zhang Jiao and Zhang Tianshi!" Zhang Jiao pointed at Yun Ting.

"Among you, some of you, will also ask why he is qualified to stand by Zhang Jiao, a great wise and good teacher outside the school, not long ago." Zhang Jiao pointed to Zhang Banxian again.

"You must have many questions, why was the uprising delayed by me?" Zhang Jiao paused, and two sharp lights burst out from his eyes. His whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, revealing its sharpness at this moment.

Under such a glance, everyone under the platform, whether it was Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, or the established Qu coaches, all lowered their heads slightly to express their respect.

"I tell you now that there is no Kuang, your great wise and good teacher is dead now! Without Lingyun, Tang Zhou might have reported the news successfully. At that time, countless devout believers were about to weep and throw their hearts. Remember that Kuang said something to me, the benefits are touching. I also remember that Lingyun said something to me, "The strange road is different. I am not a god, so I can't guess your heart. Now I'll just ask you one question, are you ready? Are you ready to go against the sky in front of me and turn the sky over?" Zhang Jiao's cold voice, word by word, pointed directly at everyone's heart, and even had the meaning of torture himself.

Word by word, it makes people frightened, like thunder exploding in their ears, their minds, their hearts echo and their hearts. It makes people amazed. If a person with a weak will, he may have his feet weak or even collapsed on the chair at this moment. But no one here is. No one who is ready to be a thief has the courage to be a thief. No one has shrunk his eggs in front of the formation at the moment when he is about to take action.

"Brother (Great Master), we are all ready, defending the Yellow Turban to the death, spreading the light of the yellow sky! Swearing peace, sworn in a new sky!" Everyone's voices were extremely firm and neat, and even Yun Ting was a little excited on the platform! This is the Yellow Turban. No matter how much filth and darkness it produced later, its starting point is good! If Zhang Jiao was not dead in his previous life, perhaps the situation in the entire Three Kingdoms would change. If Yun Ting had the personal charm of making each Yellow Turban coach admire the death of following him like Zhang Jiao, then the Yellow Turbans would not fight each other. They would be incomparable.

But it is just thinking about it. As some people have said, revolutions all require blood. Nothing is pure. For the people and the people, it is just a false statement. There will always be innocent people involved and life, regardless of whether they want it or not. Some people will make choices for them, show off their righteousness, and speak loudly.

When prosperity comes, the people suffer. When death comes, the people suffer. Regardless of justice or not, they must shed blood, keep their own blood, others' blood, and innocent people's blood. In history, this kind of thing is nothing more than that. Even when the AD and the Tianyuan period are still the same. Yes, it is just a general trend, which carries everyone forward.

Those who don’t want to die on the road, or are led, rolled all the way to the end, and finally felt in a mess. Some people go against the road, and finally get hit by people who are directed, and are bound to be head-on. After they get bleeding, they are taken to the inertia and are trampled to death, and are stepped on to dust. Some people run along the way, leading the trend, falling, hitting death by people who are retrograde, or trampling by their own people, and finally reaching the end. There are only a few people who stand high above.

As for the Yellow Turban Rebellion, most of the Yellow Turban Army that swept the world were old, weak, sick and disabled, and were surrounded by them. They didn't care about the sky and yellow sky. They only care whether they could eat or not and who could give them food. Among the two choices of survival and death, they chose to survive. However, they did not survive, and death was just a little far away.

In the Yellow Turban Army, these old, weak, sick and disabled are used as advance troops, using them to fill traps in cities, consume bows and arrows in cities, and also as temptations. The one who is most likely to die in war, and they are also the one who is not full. In the competition with young and strong people, how can they be their turn to eat? Many coaches even knew and accused the strong soldiers of the strong to bully these old, weak, sick and disabled. Just because compared with the two, the former is more useful than the latter.

This is the Yellow Turban Army where Yun Ting lived in his previous life, and the Yellow Turban Army in history, and it will be the current Yellow Turban Army. Yun Ting couldn't see right or wrong. He only knew that these people could not survive or eat enough under the rule of the Han Dynasty. However, under the yellow sky of "theirs", they soon died.

Yun Ting looked at everyone and suddenly felt a little excited. He stood on the high ground, but he saw not the same scenery and the same world as these people. He saw the changes in the entire empire over thousands of years. Loneliness, the heights were indeed lonely, and the wind brought about was slightly cold, but when it entered his heart, it became a biting cold.

For the Yellow Turban, he no longer had the love of the previous life, and his enthusiasm had cooled down at this moment. Yun Ting was confused, felt the cold, tightening his robe. The road ahead? He could not see the road. This road was a dead end. After all, the world was enemies, ambushed on all sides and surrounded by enemies. He didn't know whether what he did was right.

Yun Ting raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and stared blankly. He didn't know what Zhang Jiao was saying. He looked at the sky, where there were clouds and those smiling faces in his previous life. They were fearless, they stood firm, they used to laugh with him, cry with him, bathe blood with him, and hold a cup of loess together.

"Yes, for them, I have to go to the road of survival. Even if it is a road of death, I have to accompany them to live and die together. Yun Ting has escaped once, and once, he will not escape again, and will pay it back." Yun Ting murmured softly. He lowered his head and a warm smile appeared on his face. Just like that time, the smile he was with them, so warm and so happy.

He smiled.

Zhang Banxian suddenly lowered his eyes, and a little cold light flashed in his eyes. It was extremely cold and cold.
Chapter completed!