This battle lasted for a long time, and the shouts and killings inside and outside Guangzong continued until dawn, and they still did not stop.

East of Gwangjong, on the banks of the Qingshui River. The 50,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were disheveled and fled in disarray, and they were chased and killed by the officers and soldiers behind them.

The officers and soldiers huddled in Wei County, and they had already held back a vicious breath, since the Yellow Turban Army was defeated today, how could they be willing to give up? All of them are desperate to chase forward.

On the other side of the river, in the light of the morning light, the flags were faintly displayed, the drums shook the sky, and a group of men and horses were waiting on the east bank of the boundary bridge.

The 50,000 Yellow Turban Army was blocked by a large river in front of it, and officers and soldiers were stationed; Behind him, there were countless officers and soldiers chasing and killing, and for a while, everyone's hearts were like ashes.

A Yellow Turban Army commander walked to the bank of the Qinghe River in a row, looked at the other bank of the figure, and cried.

"Where is Huang Tian, abandon me? First, General Tiangong died of illness, and then General Rengong died in battle. Now that there is an enemy in front and a chasing soldier in the back, is this the day that wants to destroy my Yellow Turban Army? ”

This Qu Shuai cried and beat his chest at the same time.

Seeing this, the rest of the yellow scarves were also sad and cried one after another. For a time, the crying of the entire Qinghe River shook the sky.

Everyone cried for a while, and the pursuers of Huangfu Song behind them were getting closer and closer. One of them suddenly walked to the river and said loudly: "I waited until I was oppressed by the government before I was forced to follow the great sages and good teachers to revolt. ”

"Now, the great sage and good teacher are sick and dead, the general is dead in battle, and we are waiting for the uprising to fail! It's already a failure! To this day, there are obstacles to the enemy in front and chasing soldiers in the rear, and a certain would rather throw himself into the river and die to follow the great sage and good teacher than die under the butcher's knife of the officers and soldiers! ”

After speaking, the man threw himself into the river and was swept away by the churning water of the Qing River.

"Boom!"

The clear river was rushing, as if mocking this person's cowardice.

Seeing this, the rest of the Yellow Turbans first stopped crying, and then fell silent for a long time.

Seeing that the officers and soldiers were getting closer and closer, some more people stood up and walked to the river.

They reluctantly looked at their robes and glanced at the world with nostalgia. Taking a deep breath, these people shouted loudly as if they had a tacit understanding: "I am willing to follow the great sage and good teacher!" ”

Then, without hesitation, he threw himself into the river and died.

The Yellow Turban soldiers looked at the scene in front of them, and several more people walked to the banks of the Qinghe River one after another.

Standing by the river, they suddenly thought of the kind and great Great Teacher: "Perhaps, after death, we will still be able to see the Great Teacher." ”

Thinking of this, the Yellow Turban soldiers were no longer desperate and no longer afraid. They came to the river, lined up in a neat line, and threw themselves into the river one by one.

Some people were swept up by the waves of the Qingshui River, but they still did not forget to shout: "Great sage and good teacher!" ”

Bullied by the government, abandoned by the Yellow Sky, and chased by officers and soldiers, the Yellow Turban Army has no way out!

The commander of the Yellow Turban Army, who was the first to speak, burst into tears when he saw the actions of the soldiers under his account.

He ran to the front of Qinghe, grabbed a boy who was only sixteen years old, stopped everyone from throwing himself into the river and died, and hugged the boy's headache and cried.

This Qu Shuai glanced at the young man's still immature face, and then looked at the yellow turban soldiers behind him, his face was full of pain.

Suddenly, he let go of the young man he was holding, waved his arms desperately, and shouted loudly to the sky: "Where is the sky, what are the people?" Where is the sky, and what are the people? ”

Its voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, and the Yellow Turban Army burst into tears when he smelled it.

After shouting, he looked at the people behind him, but he didn't find a yellow turban commander. Those Yellow Turban Qu Marshals have all died in the battle of Guangzong, and he is the only one who has the biggest official position.

Wiping away a handful of tears, this Qu Shuai looked at the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "I wait, I can't fulfill the last wish of the great sage and good teacher; When you die, you must also follow the great sages and good teachers, and build the balance world with the great sages and good teachers underground! ”

"As your commander, how can I not charge into battle and die in front of you?"

"But, I want to tell you, my brothers and sisters, that the Yellow Turbans have not failed!"

The Yellow Turban Qu Shuai stiffened his neck and shouted hoarsely: "Yes, the Yellow Turban Army will not fail!" Even if we are defeated, the Digong general is still there; Even if General Digong is defeated, the daughter and son-in-law of the great virtuous teacher are still there! ”

"If the yellow turban does not die, the yellow sky will not be extinguished!"

His face turned red, but the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him didn't say a word, listening carefully, and their eyes became brighter and brighter. Before they died, they were content to hear such good news.

The yellow turban Qu Shuai shouted too loudly, and his vocal cords were torn. His voice was hoarse, but he still raised his arms and shouted: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" ”

This long-lost slogan, this slogan that has not sounded since the death of the great sage and good teacher, finally resounded again in the Han Empire.

Hearing this familiar slogan, many of the Yellow Turban soldiers had smiles on their faces, and they waved their arms and cheered passionately. This kind of madness, in the battlefield of blood and fire, actually seems so strange and tragic.

Huangfu Song and his officers and soldiers had already chased and killed, and looking at the movement of the Yellow Turban Army in the distance, he ordered all officers and soldiers to be stationed in place and not to advance to attack the Yellow Turban Army.

Some generals were puzzled in their hearts and asked Huangfu Song: "General, we have already driven the Yellow Turban thieves to the banks of the Qinghe River, why don't we take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill them, and destroy them in one battle, but stop here again?" ”

Huangfu Song quietly looked at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance, listening to their hoarse slogans, and his heart was touched. He said to the general: "Although the Yellow Turbans are defeated, there are still tens of thousands of people, if we persecute too much, it will easily provoke the Yellow Turban thieves to counterattack." ”

"Their voices were loud, but I could already hear the will to die. If our army is stationed here, it will not be long before the Yellow Turban Army will surely throw themselves into the river and die. ”

Regarding Huangfu Song's words, the generals under his account all felt incredible. How is it possible that tens of thousands of people threw themselves into the river and died? Could it be that the Yellow Turbans are all crazy and don't want to live?

Since they followed Huang Fu Song to suppress the Yellow Turban Uprising, Huang Fu Song has been clever and victorious many times, and his generals have long trusted him very much.

Therefore, although they had some doubts about Huang Fu Song's remarks this time, they did not dare to put it forward, but acted in accordance with Huang Fu Song's orders.

On the banks of the Qinghe River, the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai had already shouted through his throat, and blood was already overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Finally, when he glanced at the world, he was reluctant and unwilling. But when he thought of the great sage and good teacher, a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, the sky, which was already somewhat cloudy, also became dark. On the other side of the Qing River, the torches raised by the officers and soldiers appeared even brighter.

This is the darkness before dawn.

As darkness fell, the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai saw that the faces of the rest of the people were becoming more and more blurred.

He turned silently and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the riverbank. The breeze blew, and he felt a chill. I subconsciously tightened my collar tightly, only to think that I was about to die. In this case, why worry about the coolness?

At this juncture, he actually remembered his life.

In the past, he was just a tenant in a powerful family, working hard every year, but he couldn't get enough food and clothing. Eight years ago, when there was a severe drought and the crop yield was severely reduced, he had to sell his family house so that he could hand over the land rent to the wealthy family.

Later, he became an outcast, a homeless man who lived worse than a tenant. Several times, he thought he was going to starve to death, but he survived.

Until that time, he was really so hungry that he had no strength and collapsed on the road. When he woke up, he saw the great sage and mentor he was now.

Meeting a great sage and mentor is the luckiest thing in his life. The great sage and good teacher were full of wisdom, and he had ideals and ambitions, and he really cared for and loved the poor people.

Without any hesitation, he joined the Taiping Sect. Later, the Great Sage taught everyone to read and write, and because of his outstanding performance, he became a disciple of the Great Sage and Good Master. Later, he studied diligently and sat in the position of the commander of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Great sage and good teacher, when you get down, I will still follow you."

This person looked at the boiling Qinghe River, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

"I regret it so much, if on the day you left, it would be nice to leave with the great sage and good teacher. Perhaps, now I have followed you and developed many believers below, right? ”

The Yellow Turban Qu Shuai walked towards Qinghe step by step, he closed his eyes, as if he saw the great sage and good teacher smiling at him.

The Yellow Turban Army stopped shouting, and they quietly watched this, the only remaining commander of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Great sage and good teacher, I'm here."

At the moment before the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai threw himself into the river, he neither shouted the slogan 'The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand', nor did he say anything else.

He just spoke very softly, as if to a lover.

In the dark early morning, the Yellow Turban Army performed a swan song of Qinghe on the banks of the Qinghe River.