The members of the clan were riding on their horses and standing on a hillside in the distance, fuming. It was clear that the army had already secured victory, but why did the soldiers hesitate to move forward? What was the reason?
Jushou on the side was also very puzzled. The officers and soldiers were all looking at each other so fiercely, so why were they so weak in chasing the enemy?
The battlefield was in chaos, the Yellow Turban Army retreated southward, and the clan members ordered the pursuit to continue.
When the Yellow Turban Army ran wildly and retreated for five or six miles, when they wanted to return to Guangping City, they found that chasing troops had already been killed from the direction of Guangping.
Lu Zhi is so resourceful, how could he not pursue them one after another?
After Zhang Jiao withdrew his troops, he immediately ordered the rear auxiliary troops and the private troops raised by various people to garrison in Guangping City.
Liu Bei's troops were also among them. He was sent to redeem King Anping and was delayed. However, he was quickly appointed as the vanguard by Lu Zhi and advanced quickly in the rain to arrive at the battlefield.
Seeing the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers on the official road ahead, Liu Bei waved his hand: "The bandit army is in front. All the officers and men will obey the order and kill the thieves for meritorious deeds!"
"hoooooo!"
After more than ten days of training, the morale of Liu Bei's troops was high. They were like a pack of howling wild wolves, charging towards the Yellow Turban soldiers.
Chen Mu had always been afraid of death, and would never go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. He just found a hillside, guarded by a few brave soldiers, and watched from a distance while holding a bamboo hat.
The light rain was still falling, the robes were flying, and hundreds of meters away, the battlefield was in chaos.
People kept falling down, and new people kept rushing up.
The two teams collided together like two torrents. They intertwined with each other and created a violent wave.
Soon, the blood stained the ground red, and mixed with the mud and water in the depression, forming a brick red color. But countless feet stepped on the mud, and the muddy yellow mixed with blood made the ground become more and more colorful.
The more orange.
Without horses, it would be fighting on foot.
Guan Yu rushed to the front alone. He had already taken off his parrot robe and was wearing short clothes. He stood up with a horizontal sword. Several large swords were slashed at him. He held the Qinglong Saber in both hands and raised it violently.
Eight people were knocked to the ground.
Holding the handle of the Qinglong Dao upside down, the length of nine feet and five inches is far more advantageous than the ordinary ring-headed sword. Holding only the handle, the sharp knife casts silver light like a crescent moon, drawing a circle in the air, and several more people fell down.
, there were hundreds of yellow turban soldiers around, and none of them were allowed to get close.
Zhang Fei was so excited to kill that he waved the eight-foot-long snake spear in his hand and hit Xuan in the air. His giant tower-like body rolled into the mud lake like a terrifying black ball and crashed into the crowd. Everyone who collided with him
Everyone felt like they had been slapped by an old bear weighing a thousand kilograms and sent flying several feet away.
The mountains in the distance are hidden in the mist, and the howling wind bends the backs of the miles of wild grass.
Chen Mu's robes rustled in the wind, and he couldn't help but sigh sincerely as he watched Liu, Guan, and Zhang join the flock of sheep like tigers and fight in the battlefield.
It’s true that people’s physiques cannot be generalized.
I still remember that before time travel, I saw a video on the Internet, in which a foreign girl smashed a durian with one punch, and then smashed the stone on which the durian was placed in half.
If it were Chen Mu's place, the durian and stone would not be broken, but his hands would be broken.
Fortunately, I was smart and made life-saving plans in advance.
In such troubled times, if you don't have the skills to defeat thousands of people, it would be good to have a smart head.
"The officers and soldiers are catching up. Don't get entangled with them."
"Protect the good teacher and rush over."
"kill!"
The pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer. Yu Du, Liu Shi's left commander, Zhang Bao and others had to order the remaining yellow scarf warriors to protect Zhang Jiao's retreat and avoid entanglement with Liu Bei's army.
Liu Bei's army was actually small in number. Lu Zhi gave all his elite troops to the clan members, leaving only auxiliary troops and a few private troops in the camp.
Although Zhang Jiao's troops were dispersed by the troops in front, they still numbered in the tens of thousands. Even if Liu Bei had eight hands, he would be so focused on running away that he would find it difficult to stop him after killing a few people. He could only watch helplessly.
Jiao lay on his horse and was escorted all the way to the southeast.
The ancient official roads were not without specific standards as everyone thought. According to the system of "books with documents and carriages on the same track" during the Qin Shihuang era, since the distance between the rails was set to be six feet, there were distinctions between roads, roads and roads.
Zheng Xuan, a disciple of the well-known scholar Ma Rong and Lu Zhi's senior brother, once made a note in "Zhou Li·Di Guan": "Tu Rong rides on one track, Dao Rong on the second track, and Lu Rong on the third track."
This means that the width of the coating must accommodate one carriage, the width of the road must accommodate two carriages, and the width of the road must accommodate three carriages.
The official road between Guangping and Julu is a main road between counties and cities. Its width is even wider than the regulatory standard for "road". It is about six tracks. When converted to meters, it is about 11 meters, which is quite a lot.
A modern distance of four lanes.
Although it does not mean that the entire road is so wide, Jize Nanmeng Erxiang is an alluvial fan landform formed by the intersection of many rivers. The terrain is low and flat, and the road is relatively easy to maintain, and almost no great effort is required.
reclamation.
You can get a good official road by taking advantage of the naturally formed road. The wide area can reach more than 12 meters, and the narrow area can reach 6 meters. Moreover, both sides are either farmland villages or wilderness plains, and the village trails are extremely
There are many places and they extend in all directions. It's not like a small road with cliffs on both sides.
As a result, it is indeed very difficult for the smaller Liu Bei Army to kill the larger Yellow Turban Army.
If you can't fight, run to a nearby village.
Zhang Bao supported Zhang Jiao, Yu Du and Liu Shi pulled the horse and galloped away. After Zuo Xiao broke off, he ran into a village in Nanmeng Township surrounded by yellow scarf warriors.
Liu Bei raised his arms and shouted loudly: "Don't leave the rebel traitor. The man on the horse in front is Zhang Jiao, catch him!"
"hoooooooo!"
The soldiers' morale was high and they rushed into the village.
The leader of the thieves ran away, and the rest of the Yellow Turban Army had no intention of fighting. They dispersed one after another. Some followed Zhang Jiao and ran away, some ran to the wilderness and plains in the distance, some fled to other villages, and some knelt down and surrendered to the officials.
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The situation was quickly brought under control. Zhang Jiao's army of more than 20,000 was captured, thousands were captured, thousands were killed, thousands fled with Zhang Jiao, and thousands fled in all directions.
There were corpses everywhere on the muddy ground. Some were still alive, struggling for help, and some were so breathless that they could only cry.
Almost all of Zong Yuan's troops stayed to clean up the battlefield, and no one went after Zhang Jiao. They stabbed those who were alive and tied up those who were kneeling. The scene was very bloody and extremely impactful.
Chen Mu has become accustomed to this kind of life and death in the past two months, and his heart has become as solid as stone.
From a distance, I saw a member of the clan coming over on horseback, pointing at Wu Lan and others and cursing: "What are you doing? I asked you to chase Zhang Jiao, and you were so slow to let the leader of the thief escape. Let's ask you."
Wu Lan and other senior officers were also very aggrieved. They had already issued the order to kill them, and even charged forward one by one, very bravely. However, the enthusiasm of the soldiers was not high at all. Even at the beginning of the raid, many of them were
I just shouted from behind but couldn't fight.
If the Yellow Turban Army had not had the will to fight, and would have thought of running away but did not dare to fight back when they saw an ambush, there is no telling who would win in this battle.
"General, you can't blame me for this."
Bao Hong was scolded and felt unhappy, but he still defended himself: "We have already given the order. The soldiers were already tired from hibernating in the reeds in the rain. Wearing tens of kilograms of raincoat clothes hanging on their bodies, they slashed several times.
Once you lose your strength, how can you catch up with the enemy?"
Children in cities may have little impression of coir raincoats, but older rural children should know that although coir raincoats are very effective in preventing rain, they are very heavy, weighing about seven, eight or even ten kilograms.
However, one kilogram in the Han Dynasty was about 220 grams, so the modern coir raincoat weighing seven or eight kilograms did weigh dozens of kilograms in the Han Dynasty.
"Yes, General, it's rainy and humid. Everyone is carrying dozens of kilograms of weapons and wearing dozens of kilograms of raincoats. It's not easy to kill the enemy, let alone catch up with them. If General
If you don’t believe me, get off your horse and try running yourself, but you won’t be able to run very fast.”
Wu Lan and others also gave reasons.
When the soldiers nearby saw this scene, they all shouted: "The captain is right, these clothes are too heavy. They are heavy after being soaked in the rain. How can I run?"
"Yeah, you can't blame us."
"This is a non-war crime. The general cannot accuse us so unreasonably."
The clan members looked at Liu Bei's troops running like the wind in the distance, jumping up and down after Zhang Jiao's remaining soldiers, and their eyelids jumped.
I thought to myself, we are all wearing coir raincoats, and others are walking as fast as flying, but you are so exhausted after just two steps?
But as the saying goes, the law does not punish the public, and the officers and soldiers below do not want to take responsibility. If the trouble continues, it may arouse the soldiers' rebellious mood. If it makes them unable to stand down, it will not be good for anyone.
In desperation, he had no choice but to say: "So it turns out that someone didn't think it through well. Let's clear the battlefield first and escort the prisoners back to Guangping."
Seeing that the dust had settled here, Chen Mu came down the hillside and walked to the battlefield with a few soldiers.
"General Zong."
Chen Mu came in all directions and bowed his hands in greetings.
The clan member tapped his chin lightly and said, "Chen Zigui, your troops came at the right time."
Chen Mu said: "General Zhonglang sent us to take care of him. In addition, Mu, in response to the angel's request, has another thing to do."
"oh?"
The clan member was looking for someone to resolve the embarrassment and asked, "What's the matter?"
Chen Mu said softly: "The fifty million dollars..."
"oh."
The clan member suddenly understood and said: "I saw the Yellow Turban Thieves carrying goods in a carriage before. I don't know where they are now. You can go find them yourself."
Chen Mu smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, let's wait until my eldest brother comes back."
"General Zong, who is this?"
Jushu, who was standing by, saw a young Confucian scholar chatting and laughing with a general who was a member of the clan, and he had the idea of conversing.
As a person who is frustrated and thinks he has great talents, Jushou will never let go of any opportunity for promotion.
Looking at his background, we can see that he was born into a poor villager of the Ju clan in Jize Township, Guangping. He worked as a low-level official for the first ten years, and he did not become a county magistrate until he was nearly thirty years old.
How could such a person not have the intention to make a profit?
In fact, this is true for Jushou in history. After discovering that Han Fu was not worthy of his support, he decisively defected to Yuan Shao in order to get ahead.
As for why he didn't surrender to Cao Cao later, he probably still thought that Yuan Shao's family was richer than Cao Cao, and it wouldn't be a big problem if he failed once or twice. He still wanted to stay with Yuan Shao. However, when he was planning to escape, he was unfortunately discovered and brutally killed.
However, Jushou had not yet made a fortune at this time, and his attitude was quite humble. Even though the Confucian scholar in front of him seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, more than ten years younger than himself, he had no idea of contempt.
The clan member then remembered that Jushou had been with him all the time, and thought that he quite admired him and Chen Zigui, so he introduced: "Chen Zigui, come and introduce to you a talented person in Jize. This person is Jushou, whose name is...
....”
"Gongyu."
Jushou bowed his hands and said, "Just call me, my father-in-law."
Chen Mu glanced at the scholar up and down with a slightly strange look, and returned the greeting: "I am Chen Mu, courtesy name Zigui, ancestor Qu Nihou."
"It turns out that after Qu Nihou, he was disrespectful and disrespectful."
Jushou stood in awe.
As for his official position, he is just a Qu Junhou with a rank of six hundred stones, and he cannot use it.
But when it comes to our ancestors, even Lu Zhi has to take a high look, let alone Jushou.
This is the advantage of having an awesome ancestor.