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Chapter 419 Death is like a lamp going out

 The sun has climbed into the sky, spreading light all over the earth. The darkness and bloodshed last night seem to have passed, and hope and beauty have returned to the world again.

South of Yong'an City, on the side of the Fen River, Zhang Lie had just finished fighting an ambush, but immediately received a message from the scouts, and was about to engage in an encounter.

Zhang Lie found it a bit tricky.

Fortunately, we still saw the smoke. The army coming from the south of the city did not arrive directly twenty miles away, but it should not be far away. Twenty miles is about half a day, and the smoke was visible from this time in the early morning.

This prediction indicates that this army plans to rush to Yong'an County today...

Zhang Lie's head started to spin rapidly, and he ordered the scouts to go investigate again. He also told them to act more secretly so as not to be discovered, and then arranged for people to go to Yong'an to report the news.

Zhang Lie looked around and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and clean up these corpses!" The remains of the White Wave Army on the road need to be cleaned up, but what is a bit troublesome is the strong smell of blood...

"Hey! Don't throw it into the river! You idiot!" Zhang Lie turned around and saw someone dragging the body and was about to throw it into the river. He quickly stopped him and said, "use your brain! Throw it down like this, and it will flow downstream.

If we go, then wouldn’t all our work in one night be in vain? Drag it to the back, dig a hole and bury it!”

Zhang Lie rubbed the blood stain that had seeped into the ground with his feet. He found that the blood stain had been combined with the loess and could not be cleaned up at all. He grabbed a handful of loess nearby and covered it, but found that there was less loess cover. There was immediately

The dampness showed up, and it covered a lot, but a large piece bulged out, making it even more annoying...

Tsk tsk, oops!

What should I do?

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In Yong'an City, the overall situation has basically been decided. Some of the remaining Baibo troops have become useless. They are gradually being killed by the soldiers and horses brought by Fei Qian, who are searching house to house.

Some of the surviving people in Yong'an City also spontaneously followed Fei Qian's soldiers carrying some wooden sticks and kitchen knives. Some Baibo soldiers tore off the yellow cloth strips on their heads and took off their armor in an attempt to fool them.

They passed the customs, but they were all recognized by these people one by one, and then they were beaten to death with sticks...

The first thing Fei Qian did when he entered the city was to go to the Yong'an warehouse, but what he saw made Fei Qian very disappointed. The grain stored in the public treasury was basically empty. There were supposed to be four granaries, but now they are empty.

Three, the other one is not full, and a lot has been taken away. It is estimated that if the Baibo Army had not left some people here to guard the retreat to Luliang Mountain, this granary would have been moved a little.

None left.

All the money was looted, and not a single weapon or armor was left. They must have been taken away by the white waves heading south.

Even some of the ropes and barrels in reserve were taken away, leaving only some large pieces of wood, bricks, tiles, iron blocks and other construction materials, which had no direct use for the White Wave Army, or

Those that were no longer useful for a while were left in the public treasury.

Fei Qian walked around in the public treasury and shook his head. It was like locusts passing through the border...

"Send some people to seal it. There are still many places that need to be used. It would be good to have some left." Fei Qian sighed and said to Huang Cheng.

Huang Cheng nodded silently, without saying anything, and summoned a few soldiers to guard the public treasury. Perhaps seeing the scene in front of him, he remembered the Yellow Turban that had brought trouble to Jingxiang, and Huang Cheng's expression was very heavy.

Further south along the street of Gongku is the county government office of Yongan County.

As soon as he walked to the county government office, Fei Qian felt the "enthusiasm" of Bai Bojun. The area near the county government office was covered with gifts left by Bai Bojun for Fei Qian. The walls, steps, and thresholds were covered with gifts. A pile here, a pile of "yellow and white stuff" there.

I don’t know what kind of psychology these Baibo troops came from. Maybe they are the same as those who visited and traveled in later generations. In any case, they had to carve the words "so and so came here" in a prominent place...

Most of Bai Bojun can't write, but that doesn't stop these guys from coming here to urinate and leave their mark in the solemn place that should have been the state power...

Perhaps such behavior is the only way these people can prove that they have resisted the regime of this country and that they have survived in this world?

The gate of the county government office had been broken long ago and hung sideways, like a broken door curtain.

Fei Qian avoided the dense minefield at the door and just walked into the county government compound with a frown on his face. He was immediately hit by a more pungent rotten smell.

Even though it was still cold in spring, the corpse had not been collected for many days and gradually began to rot, emitting a disgusting smell.

In the county government office, some naked soldiers died in the hall as if they were guarding them. They should have had some clothes and armor on their bodies, but they were probably stripped off immediately, and their skin was exposed, leaving large pieces of black corpses. Spots appeared, swarms of flies hovered over them, and maggots crawled in and out of the rotting wounds.

Fei Qian subconsciously wanted to raise his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, but he put down his hand halfway, shook his head, held back his breath, and walked into the lobby.

The county government lobby was originally used for making announcements, hearing cases, and handling political affairs. It was a place that best reflected the dignity of the court, but now in the lobby...

Horrible.

The corpses of several young and old were lying on one side. A middle-aged man was tied to a pillar in the lobby and his throat was cut. A young woman died naked beside the stone steps...

This is a family...

"Is this the Yong'an County Magistrate?" Fei Qian was unsure.

Huang Cheng also frowned: "...I don't know, but judging from the situation, it might be."

Fei Qian was silent for a long time before he said, "Let me bury you with dignity."

Huang Cheng responded.

Death is like a lamp going out, and all the glory and wealth are in vain. Perhaps this county magistrate once thought of doing something great and achieving great fame, but now he has become a piece of carrion, without even leaving his name.

A soldier ran in from the outside and accidentally stepped on a gift left by the Baibo Army before. He subconsciously wanted to kick it away, but when he saw Fei Qian coming, he couldn't do anything too big.

He had no choice but to endure and report: "The captain of Zhang County in the south of the city sent someone to report that all the Baibo bandits who fled south from Yong'an were killed, and none of them escaped the net! It was also said that a group of about 800 soldiers were found twenty miles away, heading towards

Come here!"

Eight hundred, less than a thousand people...

Bai Bojun?

What are you doing here?

The late Lord ordered his servants to help Kong Ming up, cover his tears with one hand, and hold his hand with the other, saying: "I am dead now. I have the words from my heart to tell you."

Kong Ming asked: "What is the holy edict?"

The late Lord wept and said: "If you are ten times as talented as Cao Pi, you will definitely be able to stabilize the country and decide on major events. If your heir can assist you, then assist him; if he is not talented, you can become the master of Chengdu yourself."







This was the last time Liu Daer cried...





Okay, here comes the question:

Excuse me...

1. Did Big Er really cry that time?

2. Did Zhuge really believe it that time?



...Think about it before we talk...


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