On the top of Jing Mountain, the firelight is ghostly, Ma Yue statue-like stand on the rock, eyes like a sword. In front of Ma Yue, Guan Hai and Pei Yuan Shao stood shoulder to shoulder, both of them pressed the hilt of their swords, their faces full of killing. Not far away, Liu Yan's slender figure standing under a lonely pine, the girl pouted, full of grievances.
Under the rock, more than 1,000 yellow scarves fleeing from Wancheng gathered together and arranged in a scattered line along the mountain.
The strong banditry is interwoven between Ma Yue's eyebrows, things have come to this, what can I say? The bandit bandit is a bandit bandit, sacrificing a death, dare to pull down the emperor, this rebellion he also made a decision! Even if all the world's noblemen and gentry spurned, there may not be no chance to turn around!
The end of the Han Dynasty, the three kingdoms, there are not without thieves and warlords, Xiliang Han Sui is not also a rebellion of thieves and pirates at the beginning?
Origin is not a problem, you can just make one up.
It doesn't matter if you don't have a territory, you can be a bandit first, the world is so big, you can always find a place to land.
However, there must be a force that absolutely obeys his Ma Yue's leadership.
Why would the Yellow Turban fail? The biggest reason is the command of a scattered sand, the yellow turban around each for war, can not form a united force, which was broken by the official army.
"Clang!"
Guan Hai backhanded pull out the sword, sternly shouted: "from tonight, Ma Yue is the leader of the group, who dares to disobey his orders, is to cross me Guan Hai, I swear to kill!"
Like Pei Yuan Shao, Guan Hai also has great respect for Ma Yue, in Guan Hai's military career, he has never seen anyone who can do what Ma Yue did, in the case of defeat like a mountain, leading a scattered yellow turban to complete a desperate comeback, such a person, Guan Hai admires from the bottom of his heart, to sell his life - worth it!
The top of the mountain is silent, only the whistling mountain wind blowing through, blowing off the snowflakes on the treetops, flying in the sky.
Ma Yue looked around, in front of him or he was familiar with the worry of the rabble, although the night hundred miles of fleeing eliminated all the old and young women and children, the rest are some of the strong men, but these men are also ragged clothes, the face has food, many people do not even have a decent weapon, some simply empty hands, their expressions dull, full of bewilderment, never know why and live, and do not know why to fight?
There is no killing in their eyes, even with the sharpest swords in their hands, they are still essentially a group of farmers who only know how to grind food from the ground. They were a group of sheep eating grass, and it only took one wolf to drive them to the wolves, and only when the hungry wolves had eaten and drunk enough of their flesh and blood and stopped pursuing them would they stop and continue eating grass with fear and trembling, and then be glad that it was not they who were eaten by the wolves.
To rely on such a group of sheep to survive in this chaotic world and eventually become a warlord who cuts off one side, that can only be a big joke! These peasants must be trained into a pack of vicious wolves! Integration? Training? Improving weapons? It's all for nothing! To take a piece of territory and develop it slowly? You're kidding, even if you can fight, you can't defend it.
Before these sheep are transformed into wolves, all of these are useless.
In the chaotic world, human life is as cheap as a dog, being a sheep can only be eaten, and only being a wolf can live to the end by eating sheep. Sounds a bit cruel, but this is only for the minimum requirement - survival.
Why did the Yellow Turban Bandits rebel, wasn't it because they had no way to live because of successive natural disasters?
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Even animals will instinctively pursue survival, away from death, let alone people?
In the cold dark night, in the howling cold wind, Ma Yue realized the initial sublimation from a sword and shield player to a general. From the blank and dull eyes of the yellow turban bandits, Ma Yue accurately captured the most humble request in their hearts.
"I don't want to die, I want to live!"
This was Ma Yue's opening statement, but it immediately gripped the hearts of the yellow turban bandits, yes, they didn't want to die, no one wanted to die!
"I want to eat a big piece of meat, I want to drink a big bowl of wine! I also want to wear all the silk and silk, the gold and silver at home can not be spent, and the grain in the warehouse is too much to be eaten in several lifetimes!"
Ma Yue's speech continued, the yellow turban bandits' eyes were no longer dull, Ma Yue had painted a wonderful blueprint for them that they could not even dream of, who would not want to live such a life?
"I also want to marry ten or eight beautiful concubines, sleep with one a night, a year and a half to get over!"
The yellow turban bandits laughed loudly, this is certainly every man's dream life, only the side of Liu Yan cocked her mouth, beautiful eyes swept a trace of anger.
Ma Yue turned his words and started to get to the point.
"But the gold and silver are the rich man's, the food is the rich man's, ten or eight beautiful concubines are also the rich man's, but we have nothing! We can't get enough to eat, we can't get enough to wear, we sleep with rocks in our arms every night, and we have to watch out for our heads to be chopped off by the official army, we are all men, we walk on three legs, why do they deserve to live a good life and we deserve to live in precarious conditions? Why?"
The yellow turban bandits first laughed out loud, and then the expression of resignation began to flow from their eyes, perhaps they had never thought of such a problem before, in the ancient times of strict hierarchy, hard-working and kind farmers generally do not have such "treacherous" thoughts. But not thought of does not mean they do not want.
Human nature is evil, people, born to be greedy.
"Are you willing to live like this forever?"
Ma Yue asked in a stern voice.
"No!"
The yellow turban bandits responded.
"Then what should we do?"
The majority of the Yellow Turban Bandits were silent, but only a very few of them, who were born as mountain bandits, responded sternly, "Go rob!"
Ma Yue's gaze was astonishing as he raised his arm and shouted, "Yes, rob the bastards!"
"Rob the bastards!"
Yellow turban bandits have followed the howl, as if back to the White Dragon Beach, Ma Yue howled with his arm when they responded frantically. This is just the first step of Ma Yue's wolf plan to turn these farmers who only know how to be slaughtered into robbers who burn and plunder.
This is what Ma Yue thinks, and intends to do so. Don't talk about benevolence and morality, you can't even live, what kind of benevolence and morality? Survival is the hard truth, no one's life is more valuable than others. The rich people are innocent, but the chaotic world is a man-eat-man world, not rob you rob who?
Of course, Ma Yue knew that doing so would offend all the noble families, but he could not care less, and he would talk about the future later, the most important thing now is to survive, to keep alive is the king, alive is everything, right? Besides, when Ma Yue becomes the most powerful warlord in the future, they will naturally come back to hug him like a dog, and they can't be driven away with a knife on their necks.
Seeing that the soldiers who were originally dead and dull began to become energetic, Guan Hai and Pei Yuan Shao exchanged a look, they both saw respect in each other's eyes. Only Ma Yue, after the famous general, could boost up the morale of the army and fill them with fighting spirit under such difficult circumstances.
"Very good!" Ma Yue bellowed, waiting for the excited yellow turban bandits to calm down, before saying aloud, "But, to burn, to kill, to rob, to find women, to live the nourishing life we dream of, we must first take out this group of nasty official army under the mountain, who dares to stand in our way, we will chop off the head of whoever, even if the emperor in Luoyang City comes! "
The yellow turban bandits were first shocked to death, and when they recovered, they immediately cheered and howled like an exploding pot.
The "villain" is really a treacherous person, such a treacherous word also dare to say, if the government knows, it is afraid to be sentenced to torture.
Ma Yue took a long breath, and finally said: "Now take time to rest, have a weapon to polish the weapon, no weapon to sharpen a stick, really do not want to move to sharpen the teeth, until dawn, with me to kill down the mountain, with your swords, with your guns, with your teeth, to kill those nasty government troops, and then to go to our life! "
"Yes!"
The yellow turban bandits responded with shouts and blazing eyes, as if a wonderful life was already beckoning to them.