In the past, the long sword of merit that could only be seen in the Futian appeared in his hands at this moment.

At this moment, a smile appeared on Zheng Xiaoming's face. After practicing for so long, he still didn't understand that this so-called long sword of merit is the real core of the entire field of blessings!

Whether it is the purple bamboo of blessing, the jade rice of kindness, or even the thorns of holy virtue, they are not the most important existence of the field of blessing.

The most important thing about the blessing field is this merit, because only this sword of merit can transform everything.

Because whether it is the blessing and virtue of purple bamboo, the benevolent and jade rice, or the holy virtue of thorns, they actually represent the human way. Only this merit represents the way of heaven.

Cooperating with the Futian itself represents the virtue of the earth, so that the way of heaven and earth can be gathered together!

As the sword of merit came out, the already deviled Zhao Hong struggled hard, and it seemed to feel danger.

However, the sword light flashed, and the long sword of merit had already penetrated into Zhao Hong's heart. The flame of merit began to ignite the huge demonic energy in its body!

At this time, Zhao Hong, who was struggling hard, calmed down instead, and even the crazy blood in his eyes began to fade, revealing a little bit of Qingming.

He smiled bitterly, wanted to speak, and struggled to say, "Maybe you are right! There is not so much land in the world to allocate to everyone. But so what? Should we wait for the common people to starve to death? I will die in the future, and you will all die..."

Before he finished speaking, a flame had already spurted out of his mouth, burning him from the inside out.

Zheng Xiaoming took a step back and looked at Zhao Hong, who was burned by the flames with a serious expression, with a serious expression.

He could hear the unwillingness and resentment contained in Zhao Hong's last sentence!

I have been lost for a long time, and I and you all die!

This is what I can't live, and I want to die together with you, the superiors.

Yes, the land in the world is not enough. But why are we the ones who are hungry and frozen? Why are you powerful families, why are you rich and powerful families still able to have rich clothes and food, and the rich families have a bad taste of wine and meat?

Since we are going to die, you can't live!

I don’t know how much unwillingness and resentment this is.

Zheng Xiaoming was sad for a moment, looked at the distance in the sky, thinking that even if the Han Dynasty suppressed the Yellow Turban Army, it would probably not restore peace. He might have to go through greater turmoil!

As long as the contradiction cannot be eliminated for a day, the explosives under the seemingly stable rule of the Han Dynasty may explode again at any time.

Of course, it is not ruled out that after such a big chaos in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, it alerted the Han emperor and the powerful families. Both sides worked together to eliminate the conflict...

But is this possible?

The most difficult thing in the world is to let such conflicting interest groups eliminate the conflicts, right?

Moreover, if we want to eliminate the conflict, we also ask these interest groups to cut their flesh to feed the common people... This is even more impossible!

This world is probably in chaos!

He thought to himself, a noise broke out in the north of the city and his footsteps quickly approached.

That was when Zheng Xiaoming killed Zhao Hong, all the demons who blocked Zhu Jun's Han army died.

This made Zhu Jun's troops quickly push into the city!

When Zhu Yan rode a war horse to the altar surrounded by his personal guards, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

Because he saw that Zheng Xiaoming had already taken the men into the city first and occupied the altar: "This Zheng Xiaoming really has some skills, and he is probably not inferior to Wentai! Unfortunately, he is from Nanyang, so he has made Qin Jie a waste of time!"

Zheng Xiaoming had already walked off the altar and bowed with a smile, but he could no longer see any thoughts in his mind: "Gours to Mr. Zhu! Now the yellow turbans in the city are not yet determined, so I don't know what Mr. Zhu is going to do!"

At this moment, most of the Yellow Turbans had left the city. After the city was interrupted, Zhao Hong and the Yellow Turbans who had become demons were all dead.

At this time, what yellow turbans are there in Zheng Xiaoming's city? Isn't it ridiculous?

However, Zhu Jun and his generals all smiled when they heard this.

Isn’t everyone fighting to death just for military merit? Where can we achieve great military merits when we seize the empty city?

What's more, there are no Yellow Turbans in the city, how can they have the opportunity to make a fortune in the chaos?

So there must be a large number of Yellow Turbans in Wancheng, and even if they don’t have one, they must be there. Otherwise, how can everyone have the opportunity to make a fortune?

Zhu Jun is a famous Han general, but this kind of "human relationship and worldly style" is also something to be said. Otherwise, how could he let his subordinates obey orders?

The main reason is that the Han family has too few standing troops, and most of the troops are militia-like. These people fight for the court and do not give people the opportunity to capture and make money. Who will fight you to death? Just rely on your little military pay?

Zhu Jun smiled at Zheng Xiaoming in a friendly manner, and then said to many officers and generals under his command: "Everyone should clear out the remaining Yellow Turbans! Remember not to be too messy!"

Don't do it too much, not do it randomly.

After all, Nanyang Di Township is close to Luoyang. I don’t know how many aristocratic families and royal relatives there are in this place, but we can’t make too much money.

The main reason is that we cannot rob the property of those aristocratic families, and we even need to find ways to help them recover part of the property.

As for the unlucky ones, they are some unlucky people who have no roots, the middle class!

Zhu Jun turned around, smiled slightly, and said to Zheng Xiaoming: "Sima Zheng, please bring people there too!"

Since Zheng Xiaoming is so sensible, of course he is indispensable for this opportunity to get rich. Otherwise, this eating habit would be too ugly!

Zheng Xiaoming said casually: "Rabbits don't eat grass by their nest!"

Zhu Jun chewed this sentence and suddenly burst into laughter: "Forget Sima Zheng, you are from Nanyang, too!"

At that time, if Zheng Xiaoming led his troops to rob Nanyang, his reputation would be too bad if it spread!

Instead, I ran to Hebei and Jiangdong to rob the places, so there would be no big problem!

Just like many great landlords and great charitable people in later generations, they hoarded their homes, annexed land, and forced people to sell their children and daughters in the future. However, in their hometown, they wanted to build schools, open warehouses and release grain, and build bridges and roads!

Zhu Jun saw Zheng Xiaoming more and more admired him. Such people who are particular about food have always had a bright future. If you have the opportunity to help with someone, then you can help him.

When he had decided to report the military achievements of the court, he would like to ask Zheng Xiaoming to make a statement.

Although Zheng Xiaoming is not his subordinate, he has even more weight to have the military achievements he has reported.

Speaking of which, Zhu Jun was able to reach the present as a Han family, thanks to the appreciation and promotion of many people.

Just like in the Battle of Changshe, Huangfu Song gave all his credit to Zhu Jun, so that he could be named the Marquis of Xixiang and moved to the General of the Central Army to the thief.
Chapter completed!