Far behind the Unbroken Defensive Line, Zhang Jiao was leading his Rebel Army in their studies. He wrote on the blackboard while a large number of rebels sat below, diligently taking notes.
These rebels wore ragged clothes. They looked more like miners, artisans, and farmers than rebel fighters. Even those who looked somewhat like soldiers had merely put on captured Astra Militarum armor.
"This approach to warfare is called Encircle the Stronghold to Draw Out Reinforcements. It's very similar to Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao. The underlying logic is to attack something the enemy must save, draw them into a position advantageous to us, and then engage them..." Cheng Mingrui, who was using the alias Zhang Jiao, earnestly taught them.
The rebels below were equally earnest in their studies. A light called hope shone in their knowledge-hungry eyes. They kept their gazes firmly fixed on their leader, Zhang Jiao, as he lectured-though many preferred to call him the Celestial Master-not daring to look away for even a moment.
"Achoo!" In the middle of his lecture, Cheng Mingrui suddenly sneezed hard. He felt as though something had briefly peered at him.
"My apologies. I failed to protect your information. While I was fighting Gork and Mork, the Cursed One's followers stole your true name." A voice like iron clashing with blood rang out in Cheng Mingrui's mind.
Realizing that something serious had happened, Cheng Mingrui briefly wrote some material on the blackboard and told the rebels to study it on their own, so he could speak with Khorne more easily.
All the seated rebels rose in perfect unison. With their left palms facing down, they raised their hands to roughly two centimeters in front of their foreheads and saluted Cheng Mingrui. This was the Yellow Turban Army's standard salute, vastly different