Chapter 293 Disarmament
A blood mist exploded and sprinkled down.
Guo Tai, the chief culprit of the Bingzhou Rebellion, fell to the ground with a plop, and saw blood vessels twitching and blood splattering at the broken neck, and the warm and greasy flesh splashed half of Lu Li's body.
He lowered his long knife and stared silently ahead, because a chubby head fell there, even if it was separated from the body, it still maintained a certain vitality. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound at all. After a while, the eyes also lost their luster.
"When will the auspicious day of the world come?"
Lu Li muttered to himself.
This is what the veteran said before he died, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment!
The stains of the Yellow Turban Army are well known. They co-operated with refugees, did not engage in production, raped and plundered, but the original Yellow Turbans were actually just a group of hungry farmers who suffered half their lives and were bullied by powerful landlords.
In the end, there was a severe drought, and there was no harvest in the fields. Not only did they not receive relief from the court, but they waited for officials who collected taxes.
They knelt down and begged for their lives, saying that they had no money and food at home, but they were beaten brutally.
Although people's livelihood has gradually recovered over the years, Lu Li knows very well that most states and counties in the world are still not easy, and that Emperor Xiaoling has to raise taxes to build gardens and ponds.
You know, the people can make do with their lives, so who wants to rebel with their head on their waist?
There are only two roads, either expose the corpse to the wild, become a ray of nourishment and die, sigh; or blood stain the history books, fight for a life and prosper, cheers!
"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."
With a whisper, Lu Li suppressed all kinds of thoughts, and rushed forward to pick up the head of the veteran Guo Tai. After all, he is not in his position.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up Guo Tai's gorgeous treasured sword, touched it, and stuffed it into his armor casually. The whole process was so familiar that people couldn't help but suspect:
How many corpses do you have to touch to do this?
At this time, Lu Li raised his head and looked not far away, as if Lu Bu, the demon god, was still slaughtering, his whole body was covered in red gold, and a red sky wolf appeared in the center of the battlefield. Feeling stagnant for breathing, let alone confrontation head-on.
Looking at the thousands of soldiers struggling to support themselves on the battlefield, as well as the blood-soaked generals, Lu Li raised his voice and shouted, "The traitor Guo Tai has been killed by us! His commander Guo Tai is dead..."
"Abandon the sword and don't kill!"
He went on to say, "I can promise on behalf of Ding Gong, as long as you put down your weapons and stop stubbornly fighting, you will not die!"
For several miles, a large number of yellow turban soldiers turned their heads and looked over. When they saw the master's body separated and the handsome flag taken away, many of them showed sadness and frustration on their faces, but this did not become a crushing feeling. The last straw for the camel's back.
Even though they fought for countless rounds, they still couldn't hurt Lv Bu at all. Even though they saw the spiritual pillar collapsed, they still refused to put down their weapons, screaming "the sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand" and formed a small phalanx, rather than die. drop.
But some things don't depend on will. Lu Bu smashed these phalanxes with a few sprints!
In the end, these remnants were swallowed by the red flames and died in this battle.
And not long after, the lord's reinforcements arrived late, led by Lu Li's old acquaintance, Song Xian.
He saw that Lu Li was holding a flag on the left and one on the right. He was looking at the battlefield calmly, and his heart finally relaxed. , as fierce as a tiger, Meng Mingzhen is a heroic general!"
Hearing this, Lu Li shook his head, and was about to give the first credit to Lu Bu, but found that he was already carrying Fang Tian's painting halberd, patted his horse and walked up to him.
"Meng Ming, don't be humble. Didn't you personally kill this old thief Guo Tai?" Lu Bu seemed to know what Lu Li was thinking, and said first, "You should be the first in this battle!"
Having said that, it would be hypocritical to evade further excuses.
Therefore, Lu Li cupped his hands towards the two of them, cheered up and said, "The situation of this battle has been decided, please have a good drink tonight."
"please?"
Song Xian laughed loudly, and a big slap from the cattail fan landed on Lu Li's shoulder: "Meng Ming is treacherous, now that he has won a big victory, how can the lord be stingy with food and drink?"
"Let's go, go to see foster father."
Between a few words and a few words, the three steered their horses and walked towards Wenshui City, leaving the soldiers to clean up the battlefield.
In the middle of the journey, Lu Li turned his head and said: "Soldiers of the Han army, don't flog Guo Tai's corpse, keep his whole body."
However, after they met Ding Gong, they got the news: there will be no banquet tonight.
One is to express the mourning for the fallen soldiers, and the other is that Zhao Yun has not returned, and the generals are not complete, so it is not appropriate to hold a banquet. We have to wait for him to return, and the generals of the state army, large and small, will gather together to have a good drink.
At this time, Lu Li remembered Zhao Yun, who was going to break the enemy's back -
At the beginning, it was predicted that the Yellow Turban Army would not dare to fight head-on, and would probably flee to Xihe County, so the lord asked him to lead a thousand elite riders to go to Shilou through the Qiang territory, but now it seems that it is a bit of a fuss.
But when he saw the headless body of general Zhang Zhao, he wanted to get on his horse and chase the enemy.
Du Quan and Zhou Tian took away Zhang Zhao's head when they were fleeing for their lives. For the ancients, death without a whole body is undoubtedly a tragedy. Even if Lu Li cut off Guo Tai's head, when they buried each other , He will also order someone to sew up the body.
Youshi, at the city tower.
While looking into the distance, Song Xian held up his knife and said, "According to the spies, the bandit army has withdrawn from Xihe County. It is estimated that they are going back to Shilou. After all, it is close to the Qiang tribe. It is a pity to seek asylum."
"Meng Ming doesn't have to chase the enemy himself, just leave it to General Zhao." Zhang Liao also stopped him.
After several times of persuasion, Lu Li finally calmed down and decided to stay and rest, "It's unlucky for these two guys to run into Zilong."
Lu Bu, who was silent at the side, had a flash of fighting intent in his eyes. Changshan Zhao Zilong, he remembered the name even before he met him.
The adoptive father praised.
Wen Yuan praised.
Meng Ming admired it.
...
"Come, come, have a drink."
"Although the lord said that there will be no banquet, he still gave wine and food. Let's drink in this tower."
"OK!"
The generals who had time to spare gathered here, drinking horse wine, eating roasted beef, chatting and laughing from time to time, quite artistic, and Lu Li occasionally looked at the city in a daze——
Corpses lay on the muddy ground. They were dressed in ragged clothes and wore yellow scarves around their waists. They were soldiers of the Yellow Turbans. If you followed these corpses and looked into the distance, you would find more corpses extending to the end of your line of sight.
Below the city tower, thousands of golden lights were cast by the setting sun, and the soldiers were bathed in the sun, talking and laughing loudly.
Someone unbuttoned his armor, bare his upper body, opened his arms, and enjoyed the coolness brought by the new wind, as if celebrating the rest of his life after the catastrophe.
Someone drew out the ring knife, pointed at the blood stains on it, and bragged about his achievements to his partners.
The following is a big chapter, which will be posted later.