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Chapter 327 Divergence, Green Robe!

Just as Yang Jian's Great Xuan army suffered a Waterloo in the south.

An unexpected incident occurred in the north of Da Xuan, where Yang Su was holding off the Yellow Turban army.

Yellow Turban Army Council Hall

The night was as still as water, and the moonlight spilled outside the Yellow Turban Army's council hall, shimmering silver, yet unable to penetrate the heavy curtains.

The hall was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was tense as a heated debate unfolded.

"The court is corrupt, and the people are suffering. We, as members of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, should step forward, strike at the heart of the enemy, and save the people!"

Zhang Tianxuan was clad in armor, his brows revealing a sharp edge, and his voice was firm and impassioned.

"Brother Tianxuan, I naturally admire your lofty ambitions, but although my Yellow Turban Army has a million men, most of them are old and weak."

"And now, Yang Su from Da Xuan on the other side is no pushover either."

"The most urgent task is to recuperate and consolidate our foundation, rather than to take rash actions."

Zhu Yuanzhang, dressed in plain clothes, appeared calm and composed. He spoke slowly, his tone revealing deep thought.

"Brother Yuanzhang, in such chaotic times, how can there be stability?"

"If we do not strike, we may miss a golden opportunity."

"The people of the world are eagerly awaiting this; how can I sit idly by?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed in Zhang Tianxuan's eyes.

"Brother Tianxuan, we both know that this chaotic world didn't happen overnight."

"Saving the people is not something that can be accomplished overnight; it requires long-term planning."

"Although we, the Yellow Turban Army, are determined to save the country, we must act within our capabilities."

Zhu Yuanzhang remained unmoved and shook his head.

"Act within your means? Brother Yuanzhang, don't you know that 'times create heroes'?"

"Now is the time for our Yellow Turban Army to realize our grand ambitions; how can we cling to old ways and miss this golden opportunity?"

Zhang Tianxuan sneered and said disdainfully.

"Brother Tianxuan, you're being too radical."

"War is not child's play; one must think twice before acting."

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned.

"Think twice?" Zhang Tianxuan retorted angrily. "We Yellow Turbans should forge ahead bravely; why should we need to think twice?"

"Brother Yuanzhang, if you fear battle, I, Zhang Tianxuan, am willing to bear all the responsibility alone!"

Upon hearing this, the council chamber fell completely silent.

The differences of opinion between the two leaders have become clear, and the atmosphere is becoming increasingly tense.

"Brother Yuanzhang, your path is not what I desire."

"My mind is made up. Tonight, I will leave the Yellow Turban Army, establish my own army, and walk my own path."

After a long while, Zhang Tianxuan shook her head.

"Brother Tianxuan, are you sure you mean it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression changed drastically.

"really."

"Although I, Zhang Tianxuan, am not a hero, I am willing to find a way to survive for the people of this world."

Zhang Tianxuan said firmly.

"Brother Yuanzhang, although we have different ideals, we are both people of the world. I hope you can understand."

"This farewell tonight may be the last time we meet. Take care."

After speaking, he stood up and bowed deeply to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Brother Tianxuan, since you have made up your mind, I, Zhu Yuanzhang, will not say anything more."

"I just hope you can remember that the life and death of these million Yellow Turban soldiers is not your concern alone."

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the hall, his back looking particularly lonely under the lamplight.

Chang Yuchun and the others behind him looked at each other in bewilderment and followed closely behind.

Zhang Tianxuan stood still, her gaze fixed firmly on Zhu Yuanzhang's departing figure.

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Despite feeling extremely reluctant, I also know that the ideological conflict is irreconcilable.

"From this day forward, I, Zhang Tianxuan, am willing to lead you to create a glorious future! Who is willing to follow me in conquering all corners of the world?"

He took a deep breath and turned to look at everyone in the hall.

The people in the hall exchanged glances, then shouted in unison, "We are willing to follow General Zhang in his campaigns across the land!"

The sound was deafening, as if it would blow the roof off the council chamber.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang had already walked out of the council hall. Looking up at the bright moonlight, he couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

He knew that this argument with Zhang Tianxuan had already created a rift in their relationship.

But he also firmly believed that his choice was for the future of the entire Yellow Turban Army.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together," he murmured to himself. "I hope Brother Tianxuan can understand my good intentions."

As night deepened, the Yellow Turban army's camp was brightly lit.

The soldiers sat around the campfire, whispering about what had happened in the council chamber that evening.

"Have you heard? General Zhang and General Zhu have fallen out."

"Yes, I've heard about it too. General Zhang wants to send troops into battle, but General Zhu believes we should rest and recuperate."

"What are we going to do now? Won't our Yellow Turban Army split up?"

The soldiers were murmuring amongst themselves, and every face was filled with worry.

They knew that the decisions of the two generals would have a significant impact on the future of the entire Yellow Turban Army.

In another corner of the camp, Zhang Tianxuan stood alone in the night, gazing absently at the distant firelight.

His heart was filled with determination and resolve, but also mixed with a little helplessness and melancholy.

He knew that his choice would change the fate of the entire Yellow Turban Army.

But he also firmly believes that only by forging ahead can more lives be saved.

Zhu Yuanzhang was also deep in thought inside his tent.

Although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Tianxuan's radical approach, he also understood her good intentions.

He simply understood even more the importance of preserving his strength in this chaotic world.

He hoped to allow the Yellow Turban Army to recuperate and grow stronger so that they could achieve better results in future wars.

The ideological clash between the two had become a rift within the Yellow Turban Army.

Regardless, they all hoped that the Yellow Turban Army could move towards a better future.

There was never a real winner or loser in this debate.

A month or so later, Zhang Tianxuan relied on the prestige and connections he had accumulated during his time with the Yellow Turban Army.

With some of the original Yellow Turban soldiers, he quickly gathered a new army in the north – the Green-Clad Army.

This army uses blue robes as its symbol, signifying integrity and uprightness.

Their clothing was predominantly blue, which made them appear both dignified and heroic.

Every soldier in the Blue Robe Army wore a specially made blue badge with the words "Blue Robe" engraved on it.

The logo is a large blue flag with the two flowing characters "青衣" (Qingyi, meaning "blue robe") embroidered on it.

Fluttering in the night sky, it resembles the brightest star in the night sky.

That night, the Blue-Clad Army emerged quietly, like a gentle breeze.

Under the cover of night, blue flags were planted in every corner of Baizhou overnight.

In the darkness of night, a wisp of green shadow silently swept across the plains. Accompanied by light footsteps, the soldiers of the Green Army moved through the darkness like ghosts.

Their figures were light and agile, like a gust of wind, silently sweeping across villages and fields, heading straight for every corner of Baizhou.

With a command given, the Blue-Clad Army charged straight into the heart of Baizhou like a drawn sword.

The blue banners fluttered in the night sky, like streaks of lightning piercing the darkness, announcing the arrival of the Blue-Clad Army.