Li Shushi's side was like chopping melons and vegetables to deal with the Yellow Turban Army, which Zhu Jun had no spare power to deal with. The battle on Zhu Jun's side also gradually came to an end. The Yellow Turban Army, who was trapped in the Eight Formations, still could not escape the fate of being killed.
In fact, the most terrifying thing about the Eight Formation Diagram spell is not its powerful attack power, but its powerful siege ability and the unpredictable combination of the eight formations that bring about all kinds of depressing consequences. state.
It can be said that if a person who is not familiar with the Eight Formation Diagram is trapped in it, then the most important thing for him to do is not to run around casually, but to stay there calmly and wait for the enemy to come to his door. Because with magic After all, the eight-array diagram constructed is not a permanent fortification. Once the power contained in it is exhausted, the eight-array diagram will naturally lose its effect. But if you wander around like a headless fly during this period, then you You will find that you will stage a living tragedy.
Of course, if there are a lot of people trapped and the energy contained in the summoned eight formations is not enough, then without external force, some people will still survive at a relatively small cost. This is also One of the fatal aspects of this spell.
Another very troublesome aspect of the Bagua array is its ridiculous feature of hurting both the enemy and ourselves.
In other words, if your own army has not studied the marching route in advance, the Eight Formation Diagram will still make those own troops feel the treatment enjoyed by their enemies. Of course, if your marching route is correct, then you will You will find that your power will be multiplied by the eight formation diagrams, and you will eventually easily defeat the enemy that was originally very powerful in your eyes.
Because of this, although the number of the Yellow Turban Army is very large, but their strength is suppressed, facing the increasing strength of the official army, they have only one way to go: the leader who accompanies them.
When the Eight Arrays gradually collapsed and disintegrated due to energy consumption, a huge number of corpses appeared in front of everyone.
"Yizhen killed hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers in Yanzhou, and I killed hundreds of thousands of people here. Maybe both of us will accept the punishment of God in the future. But if it is for the stability of this great Han Dynasty, I Zhu Gongwei will die without regrets even if he is cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. I think Yizhen must have thought the same thing as me when he issued the order."
The large number of corpses obviously dispersed the joy of victory among the officers and soldiers. Even many veterans on the battlefield could not help but feel their stomachs churning at such a huge group of corpses. Many recruits who had joined the army for less than a year and some The powerful disciples were even more vomiting at this time. Even the most lucrative job of searching for corpses in the past, no one was willing to do it at this time.
Faced with such a large number of corpses, even if someone is willing to go hunting for treasures, Zhu Jun will organize it. Although these corpses must contain a lot of wealth, the weather is hot and humid now, and those corpses piled at the bottom of the corpse pile will soon rot. If an epidemic occurs and is spread by Taobao soldiers, even Zhu Jun cannot imagine the harm it will cause.
In the end, Zhu Jun could only ask the soldiers around him to go to Wancheng and ask Li Shushi, who was stationed in Wancheng, to collect fire oil, cooking oil and other combustion accelerants so that the corpses could be cremated collectively. As for whether there were a few among the corpses. At this time, Zhu Jun would not only continue to pursue matters like fish that slipped through the net. In the eyes of this old general, Nanyang, the foundation of the Yellow Turbans' rebellion, had been uprooted by him, and the one or two miscellaneous fish who were lucky enough to escape just wanted to do it. No matter what action you take, the breeding ground will be lost.
"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, news came from Wancheng. Just now, General Li Xue of Wancheng defeated the enemy Han Zhong's troops and captured the enemy chief alive."
Before Zhu Jun's messenger sent to Wancheng could feel it, Li Shushi's messenger arrived to report his victory.
"This Han Zhong is really unlucky. I have given him a chance to live, but he still insists on running towards death. Then it is no wonder that I am so ruthless. In the beginning, you took revenge with one stone. Now I can finally report back."
Qin Jie, who was the prefect of Nanyang at the time, was seriously injured by Han Zhong. Because of this, he lost control of Nanyang City, and he also lost the opportunity to become the prefect of Nanyang. The biggest hate.
Zhu Jun, who admired Qin Jie very much for taking orders in the face of danger and bravely thwarting many enemy attacks, knew very well what the young man was thinking, so he also wanted to find an opportunity for revenge for Qin Jie, who was still not very agile. Unfortunately, although Han Han Zhong was once very close to him, but compared to most of the Yellow Turban Army trapped in the Bagua formation, Han Zhong's tens of thousands of people were really nothing to mention. Zhu Jun also believed that Qin Jie was a man who understood righteousness. When and how to choose the natural way.
But what made Zhu Jun secretly glad was that although he had also thought about hoping that Han Zhong would run to Wancheng and let Li Shushi, a little guy who was idle to make a fortune, solve this little trouble for him. But he himself also felt that this was a possibility. The sex is really not high, so I don’t have much hope. It’s just a pity that Han Zhong has been playing clever tricks all his life, but at the end of the day he shot himself in the foot, and he also fell into the trap. In the hands of the enemy. The outcome can be imagined.
"You Zhonglang, although it is not a pity to die for Han Zhong's disciples, killing him like this will not make those who surrender uneasy and eventually lead to new riots. Looking at the looks of the generals, it seems that they are not willing to do more killings. Already."
Seeing that Qin Jie, who was trembling and could hardly hold the sword in his hand, finally stabbed the sword into Han Zhong's body with his own hands, Li Shushi was somewhat worried, because he also saw the angry faces of the surrendering Yellow Turban Army.
"It was not easy at the beginning. If he hadn't resisted desperately, perhaps Nanyang County would have become the base camp of the Yellow Turban Army and further threatened the capital, and it would not have been able to sustain my army going south. From this point of view, even if the imperial court There is nothing to show that Chuqi has also made great contributions to the country. This small favor is not so much that we helped Chuqi avenge his revenge, but it is a small compensation for the credit that Chuqi deserved but did not receive. "
"Mr. Shushi, your kindness to Mr. Qin will be unforgettable. In the next generation, Governor Chu and all the scholars in Wancheng would like to thank you for your righteous deed. If it hadn't been for your actions, Governor Chu would have had nothing but hatred for Jiuquan. In the future, there will be nothing but If you follow the trend, you will definitely not give up even if you die."
Just when Li Shushi and Zhu Jun were discussing the importance of Han Zhong and Qin Jie, Qin Jie, who had to take revenge, came over and bowed to Li Shushi before Zhu Jun or Li Shushi could say anything. A great gift over 90°.
Regarding Qin Jie's gift, Li Shushi, the young lady, was immediately shocked. Although Qin Jie gave an explanation later, Li Shushi still felt that his heart was beating fast, fearing that he would be beaten by the Yellow Turban Army over there. He also treated him as a thorn in his side. Fortunately, Qin Jie only came here to pay respects. Considering his physical condition, Zhu Jun did not let him stay under the sun for too long, and immediately ordered someone to send him back to where he lived.
"Okay, I'll leave those Yellow Turban Army prisoners to you. If you think you can handle them, just take them to Xihe. If you're afraid of trouble, then you can handle them yourself. There are hundreds of thousands of them. In the past, whenever I read the deeds of Wu Anjun Bai Qi, I would sigh with emotion at how ruthless this man was, and I felt that his words before his death were so accurate. But now, when it happened to me, I realized how amazing Wu Anjun was. Ah, and how desolate his last words before his death were."
After saying that, Zhu Jun patted Li Shushi on the shoulder with a tired face, as if conveying his helplessness and hesitation. And his leaving figure was equally desolate, as if strength and courage were suddenly ejected from his body at the same time. Pull away from the general.
Even Li Shushi originally planned to discuss with him the disposal of the treasures, but he didn't find a chance to say it. Of course, Li Shushi didn't have the guts to hide the treasures, and he even pointed to the big tree Zhu Jun to hold the vat for him.
In fact, there is a depressing atmosphere in the entire Wancheng. It is obvious that the hundreds of thousands of corpses are gradually settling and fermenting deep in everyone's hearts. Maybe some people can survive and become famous generals who kill decisively on the battlefield. ; Maybe some people will be trapped in that nightmare all their lives. But no matter what, the Yellow Turban Uprising has basically come to an end.
News came from the Hebei battlefield a few days ago that Huangfu Song crossed the Yellow River and continued northward, besieging Zhang Liang's army in Guangzong. Although the first battle was unfavorable, on the second day, Huangfu Song unexpectedly closed the camp to let the soldiers rest, and on the other hand quietly sent people to observe the enemy. military action.
The Yellow Turban Army was deceived by Huangfu Song and relaxed a little in their fighting spirit. Huangfu Song took advantage of the night and led his troops to raid Guangzong at dawn. The battle lasted until the afternoon and successfully defeated the enemy defenders, killing Zhang Liang and more than 30,000 people. At the same time, More than 50,000 people who escaped from the city were driven to the river embankment by the army and drowned. More than 30,000 vehicles and supplies were burned, and a large number of people were captured.
After the city was broken, Zhang Jiao, who had been buried in the ground, was killed in a coffin, and his head was cut off and sent to the capital. As for Huangfu Song's main force, he joined the remnants of Julu Prefect Guo Dian and Xinyang Ling Yan Zhong and others to surround him. Zhang Bao lives in Xiaquyang City. Although there is no news of the city's destruction, I think it won't be delayed for too long.
The Yellow Turban Uprising, which was once so powerful that it looked like it was about to sweep across all directions, ended like this. If you look back at this war, you will find that it was not so much a bottom-up uprising of the peasant class as it was just a group of peasants building a It just created a stage and gave those heroes who dominated the late Eastern Han Dynasty a chance to appear on stage.
"Your tears are weak and hurt, and the pale moon is curved, hooking the past.
The night is too long and has condensed into frost. Who is in the attic? Cold despair.
The rain gently bounces, the vermilion windows, my whole life is on paper, being blown away by the wind.
The dream in the distance turned into a wisp of incense and drifted with the wind, showing your appearance.
The flowers have fallen into the night, their brilliance has fallen, and the fate of the withered world is unbearable.
Don't worry about crossing the river. Your autumn heart will be torn in two. I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life.
Whose country, the sound of horse hooves is crazy, and my military uniform is whistling and vicissitudes of life.
The sky is slightly bright, and you sigh softly, feeling melancholy all night, so euphemistically.
The chrysanthemums are broken, and the ground is covered with wounds. Your smile has turned yellow, and the flowers have fallen to my heart. My thoughts are flowing quietly.
The north wind is turbulent, the night is still young, and your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone, a pair on the lake."
Gently hugging Su Xiaololi, Li Shushi sang the song softly with a hoarse voice. At this time, Su Xiaololi was also lying obediently in Li Shushi's arms, quietly listening to his slightly off-key a cappella singing.
Out of curiosity, Li Shushi led his main generals to visit the huge "mass grave". However, just like the state of Schrödinger's cat, Li Shushi was obviously greatly stimulated. The war continued again.
Once again, he showed his cruelty to this ordinary otaku.
Looking at the desperate faces, Li Shushi did not vomit. After all, he had seen more curious corpses. But that huge number, that endless number, that number only existed as a set of numbers in the game.
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Perhaps for Li Shushi, Su Xiaololi's fragrant and soft body is the harbor of inner peace at this time.
It was late at night and the fog was getting thicker. Dian Wei looked at the couple who were sleeping peacefully in each other's arms in the wild, with a slight smile on his lips. He covered the couple with a blanket and then gently took it off.
With the flask still tied to his waist, he crossed his legs beside the young couple, drinking strong wine while looking at the bright full moon in the sky.
Not far from Dianwei, brothers Zhang Xiu and Zhao Yun were meditating quietly with spears in their hands...
(End of Volume 2)
p.s. The Yellow Turban Rebellion is finally over. What a joy and joy. DA★ZE
