Wrap more people to join the Yellow Turban Taiping Cult.

In just a short time, the number of Yellow Turban Army soldiers and refugees has reached one million.

The group of people sang triumphant songs all the way, got angry all the way, making trouble everywhere in Henan and Guanzhong.

On the surface, it can be said that it is a huge momentum.

But if you want to rely on these mobs of the Yellow Turban Army, you will want to break through the eight levels that defend Luoyang City.

Attacking into Luoyang City is undoubtedly an almost impossible task.

In Luoyang Beigong, the summer heat is in full swing in the afternoon.

The sun hangs high above the Beigong Palace, with a little heat.

Even if a gust of summer wind blows by chance, it can only take away some heat.

Although outside Luoyang City has long become an ocean of the Yellow Turban Army, there is still a quiet and peaceful scene in the North Palace of Luoyang City.

Surrounded by dozens of Zhonghuangmen and Xiaohuangmen, Da Changqiu, Huangmen Supervisor, Zhongchangshi Zhao Zhong returned here through the long imperial road from Nangong.

As soon as he faced him, he bumped into his political ally, Zhongchang Shi Zhang Rang.

Zhang Rang's shoulders were thin, but his eyes were quite deep, but his appearance was mediocre.
Chapter completed!