A mist of blood exploded and rained down.
Guo Tai, the chief culprit of the Bingzhou Rebellion, fell to the ground with a plop. All he could see was that the blood vessels in his broken neck were twitching, blood spots were splattering, and warm and greasy flesh was splattered all over Lu Li's body.
He lowered his long knife and stared silently ahead, because a round head fell there. Even if it was separated from the body, it still maintained a certain degree of vitality. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out at all. After a while, his eyes also lost their luster.
"When will the great day come for the world?"
Lu Li muttered to himself.
These were the words 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, committed adultery and plundered, but the original Yellow Turban thieves were actually just a group of hungry and toiling farmers who had endured the pain of hard work for half their lives and were bullied wantonly by the powerful landlords.
Finally, there was a severe drought in the world and there was no harvest in the fields. Instead of waiting for relief from the court, tax officials came. It turned out that the emperor of Guizhou in the world wanted to build a palace and build a Hongchi.
They knelt down and begged for their lives, saying that their families had no money and food, but they were brutally beaten, their children were sold as slaves by the officials, and they would starve to death and become withered bones on the roadside. Although people's livelihood has gradually recovered over the years, Lu Li knew very well. It is still not easy for most states and counties in the world, and Emperor Xiaoling has to raise taxes to build gardens and ponds.
You know, if the people can survive, who would want to rebel with their heads on their waists?
There are only two roads, either the corpse is exposed in the wild, becoming a ray of nourishment and dying, sighing; or the history books are stained with blood, fighting for one's life and prospering, cheering!
"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."
With a whisper, Lu Li suppressed all his thoughts and stepped forward to pick up the head of the veteran Guo Tai. After all, he was not in his position and did not seek political advice. He was just a young general, and it was his duty to punish those who rebelled against him.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up Guo Tai's gorgeous sword, touched it, and then stuffed the thing into his armor casually. The whole process was so familiar that people couldn't help but wonder: How many corpses did he have to touch to do this?
At this time, Lu Li raised his head and looked not far away. Lu Bu, who looked like a demon, was still killing people. His whole body was shrouded in red gold. A red wolf appeared on the battlefield. He just stood there and took a look. It feels like breathing is stagnant, let alone confronting him head-on.
Looking at the more than a thousand soldiers struggling to hold on on the battlefield and the generals soaked in blood, Lu Li shouted: "The traitor Guo Tai has been killed by our formation! Guo Tai, the commander-in-chief, is dead..."
"Abandon the sword and don't kill!"
He then added, "I can promise on behalf of Lord Ding that as long as you lay down your weapons and stop stubbornly resisting, you will avoid death!"
The sound shook for several miles, and a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers turned their heads and looked over. When they saw the master's body separated and the flag taken away, many of their faces showed sadness and frustration. However, this did not become an overwhelming feeling. The last straw for the camel.
Even though they fought for countless rounds, they still couldn't hurt Lu Bu at all. Even if they saw the spiritual pillar collapse, they still refused to put down their weapons. They shouted "The sky is dead, Huang Tian is standing" and formed small square formations. They would rather die than die. drop.
But some things do not depend on will. Lu Bu destroyed these phalanxes with just a few sprints!
In the end, these remaining soldiers were swallowed up by the red flames and died in this battle.
Not long after, the lord's reinforcements arrived, led by Lu Li's old acquaintance, Song Xian.
He saw Lu Li holding a flag on the left and right, a general's flag and a commander's flag, looking calmly at the battlefield. His hanging heart finally relaxed, and he exclaimed: "After a fierce battle for a long time, behead the generals and cut the flags." , As fierce as a tiger, Meng Ming is truly a majestic general!"
Hearing this, Lu Li shook his head. Just as he was about to give the first credit to Lu Bu, he found that he was already carrying Fang Tian's painted halberd and patted his horse and came closer.
"Meng Ming, don't be humble. Didn't you kill this old thief Guo Tai with your own hands?" Lu Bu seemed to know what Lu Li was thinking, and said first, "You should be the first to win this battle!"
Having said that, it would be hypocritical to push the envelope any further.
Therefore, Lu Li bowed his hands towards the two of them, braced himself and said, "The situation of this battle has been decided. I invite you all to have a good drink tonight."
"please?"
Song Xian laughed heartily and landed a slap as big as a palm leaf on Lu Li's shoulder: "Meng Ming is cunning. Now that he has won a great victory, how can the lord be stingy with food and wine?"
"Let's go and see our adoptive father."
After a few words, the three of them rode towards Wenshui City, leaving the soldiers behind to clean up the battlefield.
In the middle of the battle, Lu Li turned around and warned: "The Han soldiers are not allowed to whip Guo Tai's body and leave it intact."
However, after they met with Duke Ding, they received the news: There would be no banquet tonight.
One is to express condolences for the fallen soldiers, and the other is that Zhao Yun has not returned and there are not all the generals, so it is not appropriate to hold a banquet. We have to wait until he comes back and all the generals of the state army, large and small, are gathered together to have a good drink.
At this moment, Lu Li remembered Zhao Yun who had gone to cut off the enemy's retreat——
Originally predicting that the Yellow Turban Army would not dare to fight head-on and would most likely flee to the Xihe County area, the lord asked him to lead a thousand fine cavalry to Shilou via Qiang territory, but now it seemed that this was a bit of a fuss.
But when he saw the headless body of his general Zhang Zhao, he couldn't wait to mount his horse and chase the enemy.
When Du Quan and Zhou Tian fled for their lives, they took away Zhang Zhao's head. For the ancients, it was undoubtedly a tragedy to die without a complete body. Even if Lu Li cut off Guo Tai's head, he would wait until he was buried. , will also order people to sew up the body.
At the city tower.
While Song Xian looked into the distance, he held up his knife and said, "According to the spies, the bandit army withdrew from Xihe County and probably returned to Shilou. After all, it is close to the Qiang tribe and it is a pity to seek shelter."
"Meng Ming doesn't need to pursue the enemy himself, just leave it to General Zhao." Zhang Liao also stopped him.
After some persuasion, Lu Li finally gave up and decided to stay and rest, "It's unlucky for these two guys to bump into Zilong."
Lu Bu, who was silent on the side, had a flash of fighting spirit in his eyes. Changshan Zhao Zilong had already been remembered by him even before they met him.
The adoptive father praised.
Wen Yuan praised.
Meng Ming praised it.
…
"Come on, let's have some wine."
"Although my lord said that there will be no banquet, he still excused himself from the food and wine. Let's drink in this tower."
"OK!"
The generals who had free time gathered here, drinking horse wine, eating roasted beef, chatting and laughing from time to time, which was quite artistic. Lu Li occasionally looked at the city in a trance——
Lying on the muddy ground were corpses, in ragged clothes and with yellow scarves tied around their waists. They were yellow scarf soldiers. If you look along these corpses in the distance, you will find more corpses extending to the end of your sight.
Below the tower, the setting sun cast thousands of golden rays, and the soldiers bathed in the sunshine and laughed loudly.
Some people took off their armor, went bare-chested, opened their arms, and enjoyed the coolness brought by the early wind, as if celebrating the survivors of the disaster.
Someone pulled out the Huanshou knife, pointed at the blood stains on it, and boasted to his friends about his achievements.
