Once Lu Zhi made a decision, the Han army's machine started to spin.

But war is a fog, and both the enemy and ourselves are speculating and groping about each other in this fog.

The main force of Lu Zhi's troops and the Hebei Army, a total of 15,000 troops, began to discharge the barrier in the early morning of the 12th. The army was roughly divided into three parts.

One group consists of two thousand Youzhou cavalry. This is the foundation left by the Han army in Hebei Province in the Battle of Xingyang. Its leader is still a member of the clan. He has four units under his command. They are Baima Colonel Gongsun Zan, former Military Academy Captain Cui Jun, and Zuo Military Academy Lieutenant Gai Tong. , Right Military Colonel Lu Fang.

The main force of the Chinese army is the 6,000-strong Northern Army's Fifth School. Sun Meng, a lieutenant of the Tun Cavalry School, leads 800 fine cavalry; Zhou Zhong, a lieutenant of the Yue Cavalry School, leads a thousand rangers; and Wei Duan, a lieutenant of the Infantry School, leads 2,000 northwest cavalry officers. Wei Jie, the captain of Changshui, led 800 horsemen; the fifth commander of Shesheng led 1,000 crossbowmen.

There are also 7,000 soldiers from counties and counties in Hebei Province, 3,000 elite soldiers from Wei County, 2,000 soldiers from Zhao County, and 2,000 soldiers from Changshan County.

Originally there were still three thousand men from Dong Zhuo's army to choose the front, but they had already been sent to the southern front.

Therefore, at this time, in the wilderness beside Jize, with banners blocking out the sun, the Han army had over 10,000 men and horses, stretching endlessly, and slowly pressed towards the Qingzhou Yellow Turban coalition.

At this time, the drums were beating loudly at the Huangjin camp in Qingzhou five miles away.

Sentinels and cavalry were constantly sent to the camp to report the movements of the Han army in the distance.

"The Han army has been organized."

"The Han army has left the camp."

"The Han army is five miles away from here."

…

As soon as the message flew, the Yellow Turban camp in Qingzhou was filled with solemn killings.

Ji Sun, the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou Yellow Turban, stayed up all night yesterday.

Amid the shocking sound of drums, Ji Sun looked at the six-section war banner with a myriad of thoughts.

Yesterday at the military meeting, Zhang Dan of the Taishan Army suggested setting up strongholds and engaging in a long-term confrontation with the enemy. He only had to wait for Commander Qu to annihilate the Han Army in Henan, then return to the north and then counterattack.

What Zhang Dan said makes sense. This was also the intention at the beginning of the memorial ceremony for the grandson.

But in the end, Ji Sun gave up and decided to fight the Han army with all his troops.

This is not because Jisun is arrogant, thinking that his team can compete with the Han army after being trained by the Taishan Army. This is not because Jisun has lost his mind and must seek death even though he has a sound defensive strategy.

This is great courage to sacrifice one's grandson.

Why did Sun Ji lead his troops to fight the Han army? It was all because of one spirit.

Since the Guangzong Incident, the consequences of the strife among the upper echelons of Taiping Road have spread to the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans.

These Taoist disciples in Qingzhou, who left their hometown for the sake of their ideals and the ambition of keeping everyone warm, crossed the river and came to Hebei to fight. They were disappointed to find that everything the Taoist envoys said in the past had become lies.

The Han army is so powerful and the friendly forces are so divided. How can this ideal be realized? Who cares about that ideal?

Therefore, Sun Ji must pass this decisive battle to tell all Taoist disciples and Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou that we still care about the ideal and we are still realizing it!

We can die, but our ideals cannot be destroyed.

We can die, but the peaceful and prosperous age where everyone is equal and warm must come.

So what if the Han army is strong?

We Qingzhou Yellow Turbans still dare to fight! We can fight!

So he went to the army officers and asked them three questions:

"Do you remember our original intention of joining Taiping Dao?"

"Do you remember the original intention of our uprising?"

"Do you remember our original intention of moving to Hebei?"

Those present who asked these three questions were silent, and it also reminded them of their original intentions.

It was a roar that was not afraid of violence, unwilling to be a cow or a horse, and unwilling to be a human or animal. It was a wish to let future generations live in a warm, healthy and peaceful world.

So, they joined Taipingdao.

They abandoned their plows and picked up their swords clumsily, vowing to use the weapons in their hands to seize their dignity and life.

Just like that, in the memories of everyone, Ji Sun continued:

"Since the April uprising, too many of our people have died. They either died at the hands of powerful men, or died in the revenge of ruthless officials, or died heroically in the confrontation with the Han army. Now that we are alive, there are still

What are you asking for? I just want to ask, if our comrades can die, we cannot die?"

"Since dying early and dying late is death! Then let me sacrifice my grandson to be the pioneer. If Huang Tian's ideal has been forgotten by everyone, then let me sacrifice my grandson's blood to awaken everyone."

"We are here, on the land of Hebei, fighting to the death with the Han army. We also let the enemies know that there was such a group of people back then. They said that the common people could never be bullied. They held up their plows and hoes and fearlessly charged towards the chariots.

.They died happily and went to hell together for the ideal of Huang Tian!"

After saying this, Jisun cut his palm with a knife, and then drew three blood marks on his forehead and cheeks.

This is a blood oath!

Seeing the sacrifice of Sun Yat-sen, the rest of the Yellow Turban generals also drew out their knives, cut their palms open, and made a blood oath!

Finally, Ji Sun and his generals faced the location of Dongfang's hometown and swore an oath:

"Today we offer our blood as a sacrifice, for my Huang Tian ideal, and donate this broken body to bring peace and prosperity to the world."

Blood oaths are made, and echoes last for a long time.

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But now, the southeast wind is picking up, and the military flag is flying down.

Jisun looked at the army in front of him and murmured:

"The righteousness of the world has been lost, so there is Huang Tianjiang's righteousness of peace. If the world really wants to destroy this righteousness, it will not let us Taiping Dao come into being. And since we have Taiping Dao, then the Han army

How can I destroy my way?"

"I am a benevolent person with lofty ideals of Taiping. I don't seek life to harm my benevolence, but I have to kill myself to fulfill my benevolence."

"We may die, but this meaning of peace will never be destroyed."

After thinking about this, my belief in sacrificing my grandson became stronger and stronger.

Now, the Han army has left the camp and is still five miles away from our own camp.

So, Ji Sun tied the yellow scarf tightly on his forehead and said calmly to Xu He beside him:

"let's start."

At this time, Xu He changed from his usual yellow clothes and robes and put on a basin-collared armor. He turned around and shouted to the warriors behind him:

"Bang the drum!"

The powerful men sent the order:

"Order, beat the drum."

So, eighty-one shirtless yellow turban warriors in the rear, with strong muscles, took two drum hammers and began to beat the big cowhide drums in front of them under the chants.

Then amidst the fierce sound of war drums, the ten-mile-long camp began to wake up. Countless Taoist disciples in yellow clothes and yellow turbans walked out of the military tents and formed a yellow ocean in the wilderness.

Under the organization of the Taoist envoys of each battalion, the Yellow Turban Army wiped their faces with water, and then took the battalion as a unit to face the rising sun in the east and began to pray.

This is the daily life of the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou, but the prayers on this day are particularly solemn.

Because all the Yellow Turban officials present knew that this might be the last time they prayed in their lives.

Some people often ask how to take every day seriously.

The answer is, treat every day as if it were the last day of your life.

And now, on the bank of Ji Ze, these young Yellow Turban soldiers feel the last day of their lives.

They breathed the air hard and kowtowed to the east in silence.

In fact, they no longer believed in doctrine as they did in the past, but on this day, they were more pious than ever before, because they found that this time, they were praying for themselves and their ideals.

The prayers of 40,000 people, no matter how small each person recites them, is like thunder when gathered together.

The voice of the prayer spread farther and farther in the wilderness, until it reached the horizon.

Amid the prayers, several more riders came running, shouting:

"The enemy is four miles away from us."

The priest in the crowd continued to pray with his head buried, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Thousands of people chanted prayers with one heart and gathered together in one place, inspiring vast power. This is the power of gathering people, awakening countless birds and beasts spending the winter, and sweeping away the haze of the world.

God, it's sunny.

His voice became louder and louder, and his face became more and more solemn. After singing the last word, he shouted with all his strength:

"Bang the war drum!"

Those eighty-one warriors knew the stakes of this battle, and they spared no effort to beat the drums intensively and vigorously.

Si Sun stood on the high platform and shouted to the yellow scarf soldiers in the wilderness:

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand! Fight!"
To be continued...