Chapter 205: Confusing your heart

Huangfu Jian returned to Luoyang before afternoon. Although the scorching sun was rolling and the sun was bubbling, the five thousand guards were still meticulously wearing neat armor, maintaining a strict charge formation, and preparing to deal with emergencies at any time.

This is the gap between elite troops and ordinary troops. Behind their strong combat power, there must be not only the advantages of war, but also well-trained sergeants and strict discipline.

On the banks of the Luo River, the waves are full of green grass.

Military advisor Jia Xu, engaged in Xun You, Xu Huang, the commander of Longxiang Camp, Ma Teng, the commander of the Fengxiong Camp, Zhao Yun, the commander of Longhu and Leopard, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei, Zhang Fei and other senior leaders of the Western Army, were waiting there early.

"Welcome to the lord!" Huangfu Jian's war god car slowly drove over, and everyone greeted him in unison.

"Thank you all!"

Huangfu Jian was wearing a blue shirt, and the soft water-patterned sword was tied to his waist like a black jade belt. His expression was free and elegant, with a firm and calm look. He slowly stepped down from the God of War Cart, waved his hand to everyone, and said with a bright smile.

After a remark, everyone was like stars surround the moon, surrounded Huangfu Jian and walked towards the camp. Five thousand personal guards were divided into five strands to guard the surroundings. Huangfu Jian returned, and cheered in the camp.

Huangfu Jian returned to the camp and immediately summoned the generals to discuss the war in Luoyang. The Yellow Turban Rebellion has entered its final stage. If you want to make profits in the chaos, you must first deal with the Yellow Turban Rebellion in Luoyang City.

In the central army's tent, civil officials and military generals stood in two corners, Huangfu Jian was the top leader, Huang Xu and Guo Jia stood on the side.

"Everyone, the Yellow Turban Army in the South has been destroyed, the main force of the Yellow Turban Army in the North has been severely damaged, Zhang Jiao's brother Zhang Bao was killed, and the Yellow Turban Army in the East has also reached its end. I believe that the Yellow Turban Rebellion will not last long and will end, so I want to end the Luoyang war as soon as possible."

"The Canglang Camp and the Jinyu Camp will also enter Luoyang tonight, so there are already 125,000 soldiers from the Western Army in Luoyang. It is not difficult to break through Luoyang City, but Luoyang is the capital of the Han Dynasty, and it is also our own territory in the future. There is also the imperial city of the Han Dynasty. I would not want this century-old capital to be destroyed by war."

"What are your good plans to help me recover Luoyang?"

Huangfu Jian stood up from his seat, waved his big hand lightly, his tiger eyes were bright, and he glanced at the scene and said loudly.

It was as hot as a steamer. Everyone in the tent was wet. Large beads of sweat fell to the ground, "Bow, Bo..." on their cheeks, splashing a stream of dust.

Silence, meditation! No matter how sweat was on the face, everyone lowered their heads and thought.

"My subordinates believe that if the Yellow Turban Army in Luoyang City surrenders, they must first be convinced. If they want to accept their hearts, they must beat them and let them live in fear!"

"Therefore, the battle must be fought! My subordinates suggest that from tomorrow, our army will take turns to fight every day. If the Yellow Turban Army does not leave the city to respond, it will be the only way to fight. As long as they dare to go out of the city, they will fight to the death. They will not dare to leave the city, they will not see hope, they will be anxious all day long, and then they will be able to persuade them to surrender."

Left Military Commander Jia Xu wiped his sweat lightly, took a step forward, bowed and said.

"Well! Good idea. Do you have any other good ideas?"

Huangfu Jian nodded and praised, Jia Xu's idea was almost the same as he thought.

"My subordinates believe that while they are afraid of being beaten, they also need to fight a psychological war. We can spread the news of the Yellow Turban Army's defeat in various ways. The Yellow Turban Army in desperate situations will be in chaos without our army taking action."

After Jia Xu started, Xun You, an engaged in the story, also stood up and said.

"No, two-pronged approach will be better." Huangfu Jian nodded slightly and praised.

"Lord!" Just when everyone thought the plan had been decided, Guo Jia, who was standing beside him, spoke again.

"Fengxiao, what are your plans?" Huangfu Jian looked at Guo Jia happily and asked.

"I just have some ideas, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not?" Guo Jia looked hesitant.

"Say, say whatever you want, and when have you learned to be twitchy?" Huangfu Jian asked strangely. This is not like the personality of the prodigal son Guo Jia.

"I think that although the two adults' plans are good, it would be even better if they are moved again. After our army beat the Yellow Turban Army and panic, we will remove the blockade around Luoyang City and allow the Yellow Turban Army to enter and exit. We also provide a small amount of food aid to the Yellow Turban Army in the city so that they will not starve to death."

Guo Jia seemed to have enough courage and finally said it.

"Let the Yellow Turban Army enter and exit freely, and provide them with food aid. Tell me your reasons?"

Not only did Huangfu Jian not understand, but everyone in the hall opened their curious eyes and looked at the boy who said something amazing.

"My subordinates believe that if the Yellow Turban Army is really forced into a desperate situation, they can do anything, and even a Fiery Burning City will come. In this way, we not only fail to achieve the goal of protecting Luoyang City, but also the innocent people in Luoyang City will suffer. This is a result we don't want to see."

"If the blockade is removed, the Yellow Turban Army in trouble will inevitably escape in order to survive, which is a great good thing for us. If we help the Yellow Turban Army in the city, they will have hope of survival and no longer have the will to die. They will even be grateful to the Zhenxi Army. If we take the opportunity to persuade the surrender, we will definitely achieve our goal."

Guo Jia said a lot in one breath, and then kept looking at Huangfu Jian like this, as if he wanted to see through his heart. But the result was that he was disappointed. He saw nothing except a faint smile.

"Okay, the guy is a little bitch, Guo Fengxiao, I will be sure." Huangfu Jian made the final decision.

Although Guo Jia is young, Huangfu Jian is very pleased to see the problem but can point it directly to the original heart.

The war ended here, and everyone dispersed to make final preparations for the upcoming war.

Huangfu Jian returned to his camp, Jieyou had already prepared the things to clean. Although Huangfu Jian had a special physique, in this weather, he also smelled of sweat, which made Huangfu Jian, who loved cleanliness very uncomfortable.

The huge wooden barrel was filled with hot water, with flowers floating on it and the fragrance of flowers overflowing. Huangfu Jian took a shower and his pores were relaxed and he felt his whole body transparent. Jieyou's jade hands, which were like condensed, were gently rubbing his back, making him even more intoxicated.

The gauze-thin shirt was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the water vapor almost turned transparent as soon as it rushes. Jieyou's beautiful and flawless jade body was presented to Huangfu Jian, and Huangfu Jian's heartbeats.

That night, Canglang Camp and Jinyu Camp arrived and were stationed beside the hills on both sides. Canglang Camp was stationed with Dian Wei's Tiger Cavalry Camp, and Jinyu Camp was stationed with Zhang Fei's Leopard Cavalry Camp.

The next morning, the war between Gu Xuantian outside the east gate of Luoyang City was shaken by the earth. The war once again came to Luoyang City, which was full of disasters and difficulties.

The Changle Palace, the imperial city of the Eastern Han Dynasty, has now become the temple of Emperor Zhang Jiao. There is a huge copper furnace in the middle, covered with layers of fine sand, nine thick and long rows of incense sticks inserted on it, red candle heads, and clear smoke.

An image of the Taoist ancestor Laozi hung in the hall. Zhang Jiao knelt in front of the Taoist ancestor statue and worshiped devoutly. At this time, he had taken off his imperial robes, put on a black and white Taoist robe, and a large Bagua pattern on his chest, which was full of Taoist believers.

"Dong, dong, dong..." The heavy drum sound came, and the Changle Hall was trembling with the drum sound.

"Where is the drum sound?" Zhang Jiao opened his eyes slightly and asked a waiter beside him.

In a month, Zhang Jiao has aged too much, his bronze face is covered with wrinkles and his hair is white. At first glance, he looks like an old man in the evening. Who would have thought that the old man in front of him was the arrogant and arrogant emperor a month ago?

"You guys go out and have a look." The little boy didn't dare to delay and walked out of the hall gate in two steps.

Shortly after the little boy left, noisy sounds came from outside the hall.

Zhang Jiao still knelt in front of the portrait of Taoist ancestor, as if he had sincerely regretted it.

"Emperor of Heaven, something big is wrong. The Zhenxi Army is here to curse outside the East City!" The one who came in was Zhang Yan, Zhang Jiao's adopted son.

At this time, the few people who were still guarding Zhang Jiao were the commander Ma Yuanyi, adopted son Zhang Yan, disciples Zhang Baiqi, Yang Feng and others. The huge imperial city had long stopped the court discussion, and some ministers who were changing their minds did not know how to return for various reasons.

Zhang Jiao was very sad and the agreed plan of various armies to rescue Luoyang was not impossible, but for some reason, all armies encountered problems, as if the officers and soldiers were too powerful overnight, and the millions of Yellow Turban Army became like paper-paste and vulnerable.

There are still a few people left in the Thirty-six-Fang Qu Shuai, and Zhang Jiao's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

Although he was in Luoyang City and could not leave the palace, the major events that happened to the Yellow Turban Army in various places were still passed to him one by one. After all, his followers were spread all over the world, and the Zhenxi Army could defend the huge passes and the coniferous mountain paths, but not rivers and lakes.

"The Zhenxi Army has just arrived at this time. I have been waiting for him for a long time..." Zhang Jiao murmured to himself, then stood up tremblingly, looked at the magnificent hall in a complicated mood, and walked out.

Now Zhang Jiao doesn't even think of me. He originally talked about Taoism, and Taoism talked about tranquility and inaction. After a moment of splendor, he found that everything was false. In a month, he thought and repented in front of Taoism, and found that his peaceful Tao did not bring any peace to the world, but was endless destruction.

Am I wrong...

With this discovery, the spiritual pillar that had long supported his progress fell, and Zhang Jiao was like a deflated ball, carrying a piece of skin, but was living like a walking corpse. When he dreamed at midnight, he felt endless regret!

Zhang Jiao appeared in Dongcheng with Zhang Yan, Zhang Baiqi and Yang Feng, three disciples adopted by Zhang Yan, Zhang Baiqi and Yang Feng since childhood, as well as his only daughter, Zhang Ning, who was only seventeen years old.

"Emperor of Heaven, you are here." Luoyang's general Ma Yuanyi came up respectfully.

Zhang Jiao waved his hand slightly, walked up to the wall without saying a word, looked at the city, and looked at the dark Zhenxi Army.

"Yuanyi, what are you going to do?" Zhang Jiao looked at Ma Yuanyi in a complicated mood and asked lightly.

Now, seven levels of the 100,000 Yellow Turban Army in Luoyang City are in the hands of Ma Yuanyi, and even Zhang Jiao has to seek Ma Yuanyi's opinions.

"Fight!" Ma Yuanyi roared in a low voice, with endless hatred in his heart.

If it weren't for Zhenxi Army, why would he be like this? How could the Kingdom of Heaven be like this? For Ma Yuanyi, he was extremely hated by Zhenxi Army than anyone else. Zhenxi Army not only destroyed his 50,000 troops, but also destroyed the entire Kingdom of Heaven.

"Then let's fight!" Zhang Jiao said slowly without expression.

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