I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 1010 Azure Dragon Invites "Hidden Dragon"!

"Commander Meng has given the order!"

"All officials of the third rank or above in the Great Qian Dynasty shall have their entire families relocated to Luzhou as hostages!"

Qiao Shefei rode his horse past the Minister's residence, blood dripping from the double-edged sword of doom.

This sentence is more effective than anything else.

When the Yellow Turban Army began to count the population, those old ministers who had just been stubbornly insisting on "living and dying with the Great Qian" suddenly wilted.

"Young man, your waist is so flexible. You'd be a perfect candidate for performing erotic dances in the army."

Just as the son of the Minister of Justice was about to smash his head against a pillar to prove his resolve, Li Cunxiao used the tip of his spear to pry open his belt.

The most wonderful one is the family of the Imperial College Chancellor.

The old scholar, trembling, presented the "Collected Annotations on the Four Books" to explain his reasoning, but the Yellow Turban Army simply carried away the twelve bronze statues of sages from his study.

"Commander Meng said that if these copper lumps were melted down, they could be used to make arrowheads weighing 300 jin (150 kg)."

Just as Xu Zhongyuan was ransacking Qiandu, Huang Jin, the commander-in-chief of Meng Shuai, arrived at a quiet residence in the palace.

Huang Jin stroked the tadpole pattern under the jade disc and suddenly laughed again.

"Longlia has already occupied Qiandu, what use is there for my old, rotten wood?"

When Huang Turban stepped into the Yellow Turban Army compound, it was the time when the sun was setting in the west. The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses throughout the city turned into the soft chirping of birds. A few ginkgo leaves lay on the bluestone slabs, like a specially laid-out welcoming carpet.

"When the Taiping Rebellion broke out, did you, sir, who was unjustly imprisoned in Qianlong Valley, ever have any thoughts of rebellion?"

I tapped the chessboard with my fingertips, gazing at the still youthful faces of the Yellow Turban Army.

"It's a history of the victors taking all, and history has always been written by the winners. There's no point in talking about it now."

The Yellow Turban Army remained seated at the stone table, holding a black jade chess piece in their hand. Beneath the stone plate, white pieces were intertwined, revealing an unfinished game of chess.

"Xu Zhongyuan burned, killed, and looted. Even though Meng Zhangjia tried his best to control Long Liya in Luzhou, the rest of the places Xu Zhongyuan went through were still empty. If you call that 'morality', it would be disrespectful to the books of Confucius and Mencius."

"For example, back then, did you not intend to help the late emperor restore the country?"

"Sir, please don't worry. I've come here to ask you..."

"Sir, you've lost your spirits. That unsolved puzzle... I'm afraid it won't be solved for at least ten years, will it?"

As the young boy served the teacup, the Yellow Turban soldiers were staring intently at the white pieces they had placed on the chessboard. Amidst the rising steam of the tea, I suddenly said:

Zhang Hao, carrying two sacks of copper coins, ran excitedly to Huang Jin's side and grinned at him.

"Don't you consider yourselves a righteous and benevolent army? Now, how are you any different from those bandits and outlaws?"

"Meng Zhang's speed in breaking through the city is much slower than my speed in breaking the deadlock."

The Yellow Turban Army swept away a few fallen leaves with a flick of their sleeves, and looked at the Yellow Turbans with a self-deprecating smile.

Huang Jin took off his black cloak and threw it to Baiobi, a member of the Ziming team, while his eyes swept over the chessboard.

I deliberately dragged out the last syllable, watching the Yellow Turban soldiers' shoulders and backs tense instantly.

Long Liya finally looked up. The old man, whom the late emperor had called "the Qilin of military strategy," had graying temples, but his eyes still gleamed with an undiminished sharpness.

"So, tell me, do you want my old life, or your belly full of timely strategies?"

Huang Jin suddenly bent down, picked up the scattered white pieces, and arranged them in a strange formation on the chessboard.

The Yellow Turban Army gazed at the spider silk hanging from the eaves.

Suddenly, the Yellow Turban army scattered the chessboard, and the white pieces fell into the gaps between the blue bricks.

"The brothers pried open the jade disc used for sacrificial rites that was kept in the Ministry of Rites!"

That place was the residence of the Yellow Turban Army, whom the late emperor had painstakingly invited out, hoping to turn the tide, but the late emperor died first, leaving their skills useless!

The Yellow Turbans were silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed again.

"Is it the living things that are bad?"

Painted boats were converted into prison ships, silk shops tore their brocade into ropes to bind people, and cosmetic boxes in rouge shops were filled with dry rations.

"Does Meng Zhang think that the game was going badly that day, or...?"

Huang Jin sat down opposite him and tapped the chessboard heavily with his fingertips.

"Grand Commandant?"

"Meng Zhang, do you know what position the late emperor offered you when he visited your humble abode eight times?"

The Yellow Turban soldier wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning.

"When the late emperor offered sacrifices to Heaven, he said that the jade could communicate with the gods. Now it's gone bad and has been used as military pay for us."

"Or...the Prime Minister?"

After a moment of silence, the Yellow Turbans suddenly stood up and paced back and forth.

"If you had agreed back then, it would probably be Si Yinqi sitting on the dragon throne today."

Qiao Shefei, who was waiting nearby, smiled and handed over a cup of tea.

The Yellow Turban Army's pupils contracted slightly. Seventy years later, in this coup, I, as a military genius, could have turned the tide, but due to court infighting, I am now under house arrest here.

"Your presence, Mr. Mengzhang, is an honor to my humble abode."

"The late emperor wanted you to be... his tutor."

I drew the Star Sword from my sleeve, and the hilt struck heavily against the edge of the chessboard.

"Sir, are you aware that many eyes are watching your courtyard outside Qiandu City?"

"Does the gentleman believe me?"

The yellow-turbaned man paused slightly in his teacup, causing ripples to spread across the tea.

Huang Jin suddenly stood up, his black cloak sweeping away the white pieces on the chessboard.

"Was it truly to 'act on behalf of Heaven' that Meng Zhang led Xu Zhongyuan to conquer Qiandu, or was it merely a high-sounding excuse from the people of Heaven?"

The Yellow Turban Army sighed, but there was nothing they could do. They were at the mercy of the situation. Xu Zhongyuan's knife was not yet at their throats. They were like fish on a chopping board, with no means of resistance.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"The bandits won't prepare Qimen black tea for you."

Long Liya dipped her fingertips in tea and drew the outline of mountains and rivers under the table.

"Meng Zhang has come today, presumably to discuss the Dao with me?"

"With your intelligence, sir, I imagine you know that there are some secret relationships between you and the Duke of Zhenguo that are unknown to others. You should have realized that you should have changed your way of life long ago."

I pointed south with my fingertip, my tone seemingly unambiguous.

"We must quickly understand the strategies left by the late emperor."

That secluded courtyard was bestowed upon the Yellow Turban Army by the late emperor, so now, only one Yellow Turban soldier is confined in the courtyard, playing chess with him.

"My lord, please be careful with your words."

At this moment, on the shards of the glass cup, the Yellow Turban Army is looting house to house. The surviving fragments of the "Emperor Taizu's Code" in the Imperial Censor's collection are being burned as firewood, and the jade headdress that was part of the dowry of the Minister's wife has become the spoils of war of the chieftain.

I suddenly turned around and looked at Long Liya's thin figure.

When Li Cunxiao, the greatest general in the land, personally "escorted" the Grand Tutor onto the ship, the old minister was still talking about it.

"I was moved, but when I saw Xu Zhongyuan smashing the statue of the saint with his ferocious face and sneer... I was moved again."

But now, the victors are kings and the losers are villains. The Yellow Turbans have not yet followed Xu Zhongyuan to successfully conquer Qiandu, and he himself is about to become a bargaining chip in Long Liya's hands.

"Is that a polite refusal, sir?"

As the sun began to set, the canal wharf in Qiandu West Market was already crowded with the families of gentry and officials.

"Yes, all of them."

Huang Jinman was carefully fiddling with the teacup.

"Would you be willing... to accompany me to Luzhou to see the new heavens?"

The Yellow Turban Army clapped and laughed, but their laughter carried a hint of desolation. I still didn't understand the answer. I knew that the Yellow Turbans were not the real Xu Zhongyuan, but another force that had joined Long Liya with unknown motives, using Xu Zhongyuan's name to overthrow the Xiaoqian Dynasty.

"Sir, do you know that the most ingenious aspect of that chaotic situation is that even the players themselves can clearly see the direction of the game?"

Memories flooded back, and I suddenly coughed violently, as half a yellowed copy of the "Dragon's Strategy" slipped from my sleeve.

"Let's embark on an even smaller game together."