The officers and soldiers retreated and rested in the open field.

And Zhang Yu and their team have been sorted out and are standing there straight.

There were corpses and blood all around.

More than 100,000 people, 200,000 generals, died here on this day, or half a day.

There was blood flowing on the ground.

Huangfu Song walked over with blood, his face was neither happy nor sad.

As a veteran general, this is not the first time I have seen this kind of scene.

But this big battle is the only one he has seen in his life.

He came to the front of Zhang Yu's legion.

"General Zhang, there are still a lot of yellow turbans in the city, and now we are powerless to attack, and I hope you can cooperate in besieging them in the city and waiting for reinforcements to arrive." Huangfu Song said.

Zhang Yu didn't speak, but nodded.

Huangfu Song left, and he told the soldiers to rest first, and then prepare to clear the battlefield.

There were too many corpses on the battlefield, and luckily it was winter.

However, with their own number of people, it will take a few days to clean up.

After the war, there were more than 2,700 officers and soldiers left, while Zhang Yu had more than 2,000 cavalry, more than 2,000 infantry, and 4,000 people.

Zhang Yu is already the main force on the battlefield.

"Han Sheng will be on guard with cavalry tomorrow, and Ling Cao will lead the infantry to clean up the battlefield and help bury the corpses." In the evening, Zhang Yu said while eating military rations.

In the city, the morale of the Yellow Turbans was low, and the army of nearly 200,000 was wiped out.

Zhang Jiao sat alone in the room, and on the desk was a volume of "Taiping Yaoshu", which talked about astronomy and geography, medicine and divination, marching and fighting, national governance, and so on.

"Alas, for more than ten years, I have obtained this Taiping technique, and I only know one or two of it, but I have arbitrarily judged the will of heaven."

"This great man's qi is declining and is about to be cut off, but it has accumulated power for hundreds of years, I was going to forcibly cut off the qi of the great man, but it killed my brother and millions of people in the world."

"Since the will of heaven is like this, Zhang Yu is the one who responds to the order, let me fulfill him. This Taiping technique has been sealed in the Yellow Turban Treasure, waiting for his true master to make the world peaceful. ”

Zhang Jiao thought quietly, then picked up the pen and ink, painted it row by row, and erased the handwriting on the bamboo slips.

Zhang Jiao doesn't want to care about the situation outside, he just wants to think quietly alone, thinking about the ups and downs of this life.

The next day, the snow stopped.

Outside the city, there was a bleak and cold wind was blowing.

Zhang Yu was roasting a fire in the tent, and the soldiers outside were already busy cleaning up the corpses.

"Report, lord."

There was a shout outside the tent, the soldiers shouted, and then waited outside the tent.

"Come in." Zhang Yu sat up straight and said.

The soldier hurried in, opened the tent, and brought in a cool breeze.

"My lord, there is a messenger from the Son of Heaven in the big tent of the Chinese army, please go to the lord."

"It's finally here." Zhang Yu's eyes froze, glowing with a different kind of look.

Zhang Yu waved his hand to let the soldiers go out first.

Zhang Yu couldn't help the excitement in his heart.

The so-called messenger of the Son of Heaven, others don't know, but Zhang Yu knows what's going on.

He had traded in Guangzong City before, and after he came out, he made arrangements.

He sent people to Luoyang and bribed Zhang Rang and others with a lot of money.

Once this battle has a result, as Zhang Yu expected, then it will be time for him to pick the fruit.

Zhang Yu put on his cloak and walked out of the tent.

Cold-winded mantle hunting.

"Let's go." With Dian Wei and some guards, Zhang Yu went to the original Chinese army camp.

However, at this time, the Chinese army camp was empty, and the place where tens of thousands of troops were originally garrisoned was now left with an empty tent.

Zhang Yu got off the horse and went directly to the big tent of Huangfu Song.

At this time, the inside of the big tent was also empty, a few generals, and...

"Xiaguan Zhang Yu, meet this lord."

After Zhang Yu entered the big tent, he saw that the person sitting in the middle was not Huangfu Song, but a eunuch.

The eunuch was originally pretending to sleep, but when he heard Zhang Yu speak, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Oh, it's General Zhang, our family has also heard about General Zhang, and he is the biggest hero of this battle, please take a seat." ”

Zhang Yu was not polite and did it aside, while the rest of the generals were standing, including Huangfu Song.

After Zhang Yu sat down, the eunuch said, "Everyone has arrived, and our family will start to announce the decree." ”

When Zhang Yu heard this, he quickly stood up again.

The eunuch stood up, straightened his clothes, and took out a piece of silk.

"Your Majesty has a will,......"

The holy decree has been recited, and His Majesty has asked our family to serve as a prisoner, and our family should serve His Majesty.

"Meet Lord Zuo Feng." Several generals did not dare to be dismissive, no matter what they thought in their hearts, this superficial work had to be done well.

"Come on, take down Huangfu Song." Zuo Feng suddenly said in an extremely ugly voice.

A few soldiers immediately came in from outside the tent and pushed Huangfu Song to the ground.

Huangfu Song didn't struggle, not even his face changed, he had already expected this day.

"Huangfu Song, Your Majesty's Imperial Grace, let you lead an army of more than 100,000 to deal with the Yellow Turban, and now there are less than 3,000 soldiers and horses left in your command, you are ashamed to Your Majesty, take you down, what do you have to say?"

Zuo Feng asked repeatedly, and Huangfu Song had nothing to say.

A generation of famous generals, Huangfu Song, like Lu Zhi, was also escorted to Luoyang, waiting to be released.

Zhang Yu has always been a cold watcher, although he sympathizes with Huang Fu Song and knows that the reason for the failure is not on Huang Fu Song, but Zhang Yu is only sympathetic.

"The army is temporarily under the command of Yuan Zhan, and I hope that General Yuan will lead the army to conquer Guangzong as soon as possible and repay Your Majesty." Zuo Feng announced

Yuan Zhan trembled and came out to take the order.

He only has more than 2,000 horses, and if he wants to capture Guangzong, where is it possible.

"You all step down, I want to talk to General Zhang." Zuo Feng continued.

Everyone looked at Zhang Yu, most of them with hatred, but Zhang Yu didn't care at all.

Everyone went out of the big tent, and there were two people in the big tent, Zhang Yu and Zuo Feng.

"Meet Grandpa Zuo." Zhang Yu stepped forward and said.

"Congratulations to Master Zhang, I have taken several Yellow Turban Leaders in a row, and my father-in-law will play His Majesty one by one." Zuo Feng sat and said playfully.

"Father-in-law Zuo, if you have worked, the officials will send some gifts to your father-in-law later, and let your father-in-law take them back to Luoyang." Zhang Yu did not shy away from it, and directly bribed Zuo Feng in person.

"Haha, sensible, sensible." Zuo Feng said very happily.

He came here because Zhang Yu arranged it, in order to help Zhang Yu get the greatest credit.

After sending the bribe, Zhang Yu and Zuo Feng have nothing to talk about, and Zuo Feng and Zhang Yu can't talk about it, just get the benefits.

Zhang Yu took his leave.

"It's time to put an end to this." Zhang Yu walked out of the big tent and thought.

Although there were still some yellow scarves in the city, Zhang Yu knew that the city was about to be broken, so he only needed to wait for another two or three days, and wait until Zhang Jiao couldn't do it before he started.

Out of the camp, many soldiers were busy, and the corpses on the ground had not yet been cleaned up.

Zhang Yu strode back, at this time he was most worried about Zhang Ning, Zhang Ning had been away for a long time, if he received the news of the defeat of the Yellow Turban, he didn't know what would happen.