"You're not thinking of starting another Yellow Turban Rebellion, are you?" Guo Jia exchanged glances with Xi Zhicai and the others, and everyone fell into deep thought.
After a long while, Xi Zhicai shook his head. "This plan may not work."
"It's only been a little over a decade since the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Regardless of whether the common people in the Central Plains have forgotten it, those great clans certainly haven't. Besides, their control over the local areas is extremely tight. It would be discovered easily if we tried to spread this."
"Furthermore, the great clans were the ones supporting the Yellow Turban Rebellion from behind the scenes back then, so they must have made preparations. Even if another Yellow Turban Rebellion were to break out, they would quickly stamp it out."
"It wouldn't cause them any fatal damage."
The corners of Wang Xuan's mouth lifted slightly. He was clearly disdainful of Xi Zhicai's assessment. "Then all we can say is that the three Zhang brothers were incompetent. They had a perfectly good peasant rebellion, and they completely botched it."
"Peasant rebellions throughout history have always gathered together to burn, kill, and loot. They don't even use their brains to think. A bunch of peasants who have just put down their hoes—well, most of them haven't even put down their hoes—how could they possibly fight professional soldiers? Wasn't it only a matter of time before they were wiped out?"
"The advantages of a peasant rebellion were never brought into play. They used their own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths. It would be strange if they didn't fail."
"Besides, from beginning to end, they didn't even have a core platform, an organizational structure, or a strategy for struggle. How could they possibly avoid failure?"
"Still, this thing is a