"Have the aftermath and pensions been done well?" Zuo Aoran asked calmly. The total number of dead and seriously injured people was almost 2,000, and he only had a total of how many people in his hands.
"Aren't you still worried about Tian Jun's work? It has been taken care of. The ashes and names of the dead soldiers have been sorted and collected. The seriously injured soldiers have been sent back to their places of origin to recuperate, and the pensions have been paid three times the original basis."
Liu Quan replied.
"Very good, well done. Inform all the soldiers to gather after lunch. I want to pay homage to all the soldiers who have passed away. I want everyone to know that these injured soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the people of the world are heroes, and the people of the world will always remember them.
They, I, Zuo Aoran, will always remember them." Zuo Aoran said with a solemn expression. He did not say that he sacrificed his life for the Han Dynasty but that he sacrificed his life for the people of the world, because everything Zuo Aoran did was never
For the Han Dynasty, but for the poor people in the world, the soldiers under Zuo Aoran were only loyal to him, Zuo Aoran.
At this time, Zuo Aoran strode onto the wooden platform in his general armor. Behind him were Tian Feng, Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Zhu Ci, Ouyang Lie, Murong Ping, Zhang Xu, Wang Xiong, Liu Quan,
Liu Hu, Yang Ming, Zhang Rong, Gao Tanglong, Lei Xu, He Yi, He Man, etc.
All the soldiers below looked at Zuo Aoran with enthusiasm. They followed Zuo Aoran's majestic figure. It was their role model and their spiritual support. Zuo Aoran was like a god in the eyes of these soldiers.
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Zuo Aoran looked solemn, and his heart-stopping black eyes scanned the soldiers who were like stone pillars below, and said slowly in a low voice: "You are all heroes. It is your bravery that created the reputation of the Red Turban Army and made it famous.
spread throughout the Han Dynasty and make the enemies frightened."
"Huha! Ao Ran's troops..." All the soldiers below shouted the slogan of the Red Scarf Army at the same time. The majestic voice drowned out the howling in the wind and echoed in this valley for a long time.
Zuo Aoran pressed his hands down, and the soldiers' voices suddenly stopped.
"Behind me are the ashes of 1,568 brothers. They are all your robes! Your comrades! Your brothers! They have achieved themselves and the Red Turban Army with their blood. We cannot forget them and the past.
Comrades who fought side by side, let us pay tribute to their heroic souls today. Their sacrifices will not be in vain. We will slaughter all the Yellow Turban bandits to bury them with them." Zuo Aoran stepped aside, and layers of equipment were piled up behind him.
There are clay pots with ashes. Each pot has a name engraved in the middle. There is also a plaque with their name in the ashes.
"Slaughter all the Yellow Turban thieves, slaughter all the Yellow Turban thieves..." All the Red Turban Army soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs. The blood in their bodies was completely stimulated by Zuo Aoran. They wanted to kill the enemy immediately and tear the Yellow Turban thieves alive.
Swallowed alive.
"Wear a long sword and play with a bow. If you are separated from your body, your heart will not punish you. If you are sincere, you will be brave and use martial arts. In the end, you will be strong and cannot be overpowered. If your body is dead, your spirit will be your spirit, and if your soul is your soul, you will become a ghost." Zuo Aoran was a little desolate.
His voice rose to the sky, but what he was chanting was part of a poem written by an ancient man in his previous life to commemorate the fallen soldiers, called National Memorial.
Along the way, we traveled through mountains and rivers, arrived at Zhending County in Changshan, passed Zhao State, and attacked Guangzong. Because Zuo Aoran knew that Bei Zhonglang was holding Lu Zhi away from the enemy in Guangzong, Zuo Aoran was worried because the current Han Dynasty
There are not many mainstays left in the army, and Zuo Aoran still has one wish, which is to worship Lu Ziqian as his disciple, so he must reach Guangzong before the dead eunuch to clear the way for him and avoid a disaster.
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God will not do what people want, nine times out of ten, this sentence has been confirmed again. Before Zuo Aoran's troops arrived at Guangzong, someone came from Tanma Lanqi to report: "Zuo Feng sent Lu Zhi and Lu Ziqian, the general of Bei Zhonglang When he failed to ask for bribes, he kept his grudge in his heart and returned to Luoyang to tell Emperor Ling that Lu Zhi was afraid of the enemy and would not advance. Emperor Ling was furious and took Lu Zhi back to Luoyang in a prison car and put him in a prison to await further trial!"
After Zuo Aoran heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: "It's over, it's over, it's still a step too late." After thinking for a moment, he raised his right hand and waved forward, saying: "Push straight into Runan, let's go first Go and destroy the Yellow Turban bandits in Runan!"
The large army "hooked" and turned around. Along the way, they traveled through mountains and rivers, leaving Jizhou, entering Chongzhou, crossing Yingshui River, walking between Qiao County and Xiyang, and going straight into Runan. Zuo Aoran, who is familiar with history, knew that you There was a large Yellow Turban group in the south. If they stabbed them in the back when they cooperated with Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun to wipe out the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans, it would be enough for them to drink a pot. So they decided to wipe out this Yellow Turban group first.
A few days later, the army rushed to the 30 miles southwest of Qiao County when they received a report from Tanma Blue Banner: "There is a yellow scarf army of about 5,000 people not far away heading towards Qiao County." Zuo Aoran thought in his heart. Fortunately, this Yellow Turban Army arrived at just the right time. There were not many people and horses. It was just used to run in the newly reorganized 1,500 archers and test the results of the three days of training.
The whole army was ordered to form a fighting formation, like a pack of hungry wolves, rushing towards the "fat sheep" in front of them.
A few miles away, five thousand Yellow Turbans were rushing to Qiao County. It would take less than half an hour to reach Qiao County. At this moment, the Yellow Turbans saw a puff of smoke and dust billowing in the distance to the east, as if there was a large army galloping. Coming. After a while, I saw clearly that there were thousands of black-armored cavalry, galloping with iron hooves, and the dust was flying. Although there were only 2,000 cavalry, but looking at their momentum, it was like ten thousand horses galloping, and the momentum was astonishing.
Most of the Yellow Turban thieves were infantry, and most of them were Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers. They didn't even have serious weapons. Seeing thousands of horsemen rushing towards them like menace, they immediately panicked. Under the restraint of the Yellow Turban Commander, they stood still and prepared to attack. After all, Since the uprising, the officers and soldiers they encountered were just useless people who would collapse at the first touch. This also greatly boosted the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers, who believed that the officers and soldiers were nothing more than a bunch of rabble. Therefore, even though the cavalry on the opposite side was terrifying, they were still I am lucky enough to think that maybe this cavalry is also a vulnerable showman and will collapse at the first touch.
"Hey~~"
"Hey~~"
"Hey~~"
However, the first thing that attacked them was not the elite cavalry battalion at the front, but the sharp arrows from the sharpshooting battalion behind them. Thirty-five hundred spiked spiked arrows suddenly rose into the air, all streaking across a beautiful and cold path. Arc, go straight to the Yellow Turban Army.
"Pfft~~"
"嗗~~"
"Ah~~"
"Ouch~~"
"Uh-huh~"
The Yellow Turban soldiers never thought that there would be such a bow and arrow in the world that could shoot hundreds of steps away. They were completely unprepared. Suddenly, countless Yellow Turban soldiers were penetrated by the sharp barbed arrows, and blood spattered everywhere. Hundreds of Yellow Turbans fell down. Before the surviving Yellow Turbans had time to rejoice that they were not taken care of by the arrows, another hail of arrows came flying towards them. Amidst the screams and wails, there was another Hundreds of people fell, including numerous injured.
It was only a few hundred steps away, a distance that could be reached in an instant. The Yellow Turban camp was still wailing. Zuo Aoran had already led his cavalry like a long snake, straight into the Yellow Turban Army's ranks, stabbing left and right, stabbing in his hands.
Jin Zhuan Tilu's gun flew up and down, the blood mist was covered, and the corpses of the yellow scarf soldiers fell...
