Chapter 209: Zhang Jiao enters the Western Army at night

In mid-August, the vast areas around Luoyang were in order under the management of Zhenxi Army. In the past month, the population from all over the Central Plains to Luoyang reached 500,000, and it was still increasing rapidly every day.

Luoyang, the eastern capital of the Han Dynasty, has now become a huge refugee camp and shelter.

The numerous refugees brought huge food crisis to the western army in the town, but Huangfu Jian did not retreat. While organizing refugees to join farming as soon as possible, he transferred a large amount of food from various parts of Guanzhong, and even some strategic reserved grain began to be used.

One is passed down to ten, ten is passed down to hundreds... Huangfu Jian's righteous deeds are constantly spread among the people, and more and more poor people who live without a single life are coming to the Zhenxi Army controlled area.

At the same time, the Han army was reported frequently in various places, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion reached its final stage.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun led the official army to defeat Bocai's Yellow Turban Army, and finally forced Bocai into Yangdi, Yingchuan's capital, and trapped the lonely city.

Runan and Peng Tuo Yellow Turban Army were defeated by Xihua and fell into trouble after the attacks.

Cao Cao led the four generals in the group, Cao Hong, Cao Ren, Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yuan, to defeat the Bu Yi Yellow Turban Army at Cangting in Dongjun. He killed Bu Yi and collected more than 7,000 surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, and further expanded his strength. After the great victory, Cao Cao immediately led his troops southward and joined forces with Wang Yun and others to encircle and suppress Peng Tuo's Runan Yellow Turban Army.

After recapturing Guangping County, the generals of the Northern Central Lang of Dong Zhuo, the cavalry commander Lu Bu, Liu Bei, Guan Yu and others forced Guangzong to fight the final showdown with the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Liang.

The "ants" of Zhenxi Army were spread all over the Han Dynasty, and war reports were spread to Huangfu Jian in the shortest time.

Luoyang City is not like being in the midst of war. The army in the west is like forgetting the 50,000 Yellow Turban Army in the city, Emperor Zhang Jiao and his group of people. For a month, they did not attack the city, nor sent troops to block the city gates, and even sent some food from time to time.

On the fifteenth day of August, a full moon hangs in the sky, overlooking the world, sending many good wishes! A gust of wind rustled, and yellow leaves fell.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, Luoyang City was extremely deserted and there was no festive atmosphere. The prosperity of the past was gone, and some were endless and bleak. The people in the city stayed at home, gnawing at the dim butter lamp, gnawing at some food that was difficult to swallow.

The towering Han imperial city was showered with bright moonlight and still stood there. From a distance, it looked slim and overlapping. The tall city walls were still bloody, and there were occasionally three or five Yellow Turban troops holding swords and guns, walking around the city like zombies.

In Changle Palace, more than a dozen red candles as thick as arms emitted a slight yellow light, illuminating the entire hall clearly.

In the bedroom of Zhang Jiao, the highest leader of the Yellow Turban Army, there were figures colliding. Zhang Jiao's only daughter, Zhang Ning, adopted son Zhang Yan, disciple Yang Feng, and Zhang Baiqi were all sitting around Zhang Jiao's bed, each with a lot of thoughts and silent.

On the huge and luxurious dragon couch, Zhang Kou described her thin, her eyes were deep and she could not get up.

Since the Yellow Turban Army and Zhenxi Army fought outside Luoyang City a month ago, Zhang Jiao vomited blood at the top of the city and was in a drowsy state, sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious. In recent days, he became more serious and his drowsy period was getting longer and longer.

"Dong, dong, dong" Three drums sounded in the lonely night.

In the autumn wind, the old man's hoarse voice came faintly. He was shouting the unchanging content: "Beat the third update to prevent fire candles and beware of thieves." After a while, he returned to tranquility.

On the dragon couch, Zhang Jiao, who was originally sleeping, seemed to be awakened by the sound of further sound, turned over and sat up. His deep eyes seemed to have more charm, and his old face added some fire to his face.

"Father..." Zhang Ning screamed in surprise and threw himself to his father.

Zhang Jiao hasn't sat up by himself for almost a month. Now that she has seen her father improve and sit up alone, can she be unhappy?

"Master..." Zhang Yan and Yang Feng also shouted in unison.

Only Zhang Baiqi showed a sad look on his face, and there was no sound.

Zhang Jiao stroked the soft black hair of his beloved daughter, looked at several disciples for a while, and a hint of relief appeared on his withered face.

"How is the situation in the city?" After a while of silence, Zhang Jiao looked at his adopted son Zhang Yan and asked.

After the death of the commander Ma Yuanyi, Zhang Yan took over the city's defense. He is now the person with the most say in the Yellow Turban Army except Zhang Jiao, and he is also in charge of all the daily affairs of all sizes and big things.

"The Zhenxi Army is still like the past, with no restrictions on Luoyang City and will send some food from time to time. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Zhenxi Army has specially sent some meat. I don't know what they are concerned about." Zhang Yan replied.

"Great! Boy Huangfu's trick is indeed brilliant! He has such a broad mind at such a young age. I have to accept it. We all underestimated him!" Zhang Jiao murmured to himself, not knowing whether he was sighing or feeling.

"What's the situation, brothers below?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the disciples who were puzzled, and did not explain anything, but just asked softly again.

"There are less than 30,000 people left in the 50,000 Yellow Turban Army now, and more than 20,000 people have left privately."

Zhang Yan replied sadly.

Since the Zhenxi Army withdrew its blockade against Luoyang City, Yellow Turban Army soldiers have been in ordinary uniforms and defected from the city privately. Zhang Yan punished him several times, but the results were not great. Instead, it made people panic and there was still a fight. After hearing about this, Zhang Jiao was silent for a while, and then instructed Zhang Yan to leave if he wanted to leave and stay if he wanted to stay, and he was not allowed to stop him.

In half a month, more than 20,000 Yellow Turban Army soldiers in the city left.

"Does Yan'er know how the Zhenxi Army deal with these Yellow Turban Army that left the city?"

After hearing this, Zhang Jiao's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he asked again.

"My disciple once sent people out of the city and secretly investigated. The Yellow Turban Army and those refugees who left the city were all resettled by the Zhenxi Army and the Zhenxi Army. The Zhenxi Army did not ask about the identity of these people at all." Zhang Yan replied angrily.

After Zhang Yan said that, Zhang Jiao closed his eyes slightly and lowered his head to ponder.

"I understand, I understand..." After a while, Zhang Jiao started to mutter to himself in an inaudible voice.

Silence, the bedroom was filled with a strange atmosphere, and only the candle made a "click" sound from time to time.

Zhang Ning, Zhang Yan, Yang Feng, and Zhang Baiqi looked at Zhang Jiao who was muttering alone without knowing it, without saying a word.

The red candle was still burning, and the dim candlelight shone on Zhang Jiao's face, making him feel even more terrifying.

After a while, Zhang Jiao opened his eyes and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Children, surrender to the Zhenxi Army. Apart from that, we have no way out. I am already dying, but you are still young and you have a great future. I can't take you to death any more."

As if he had made up a lot of determination, Zhang Jiao said in a deep voice.

"No..." In an instant, the four of them suddenly felt that the building had collapsed and there was nowhere to hide.

"I know you are sad, and I am not feeling well. But you have seen the situation at present. There are only 30,000 defenders in the city, and even food depends on the supply of Zhenxi Army. What can we use to fight against Zhenxi Army?"

"I know countless people, and I have never seen a person like Huangfu Jian, the general of Zhenxi. Not only has he already ruled over the country at a young age, but he also has a tolerant heart. Whether it is to the people or to our Yellow Turban Army captives, they are all very kind and righteous. Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world. I am proficient in the art of magical calculations and I believe that this son will win the world in the future."

"Now you can surrender to him and still have a place in the Zhenxi Army. Maybe you can become a founding minister in the future. I am a dying man. If you don't plan for yourself, you can only plan for you again."

Zhang Jiao said so many things in one breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the hall, there was silence again. Although Zhang Yan and the other two had no words, they were indeed a little moved after listening to Zhang Jiao's words. They were all smart people, and everyone understood the environment they were in. Apart from surrendering to Zhenxi Army, there was only one way to die.

"Yan'er, go and prepare the carriage. I'm going to go to the Zhenxi Army camp."

After a while, Zhang Jiao took a break and said softly to Zhang Yan.

"Master, it's so night now, why not wait until dawn?" Zhang Yan was shocked when she heard this. She thought Zhang Jiao was ill and confused, so she hurriedly reminded her.

"Go and prepare quickly! I am afraid that there will be no more time. I will do this early and I will feel at ease."

Zhang Jiao waved his hand weakly and stopped Zhang Yan from talking.

"promise!"

Zhang Yan seemed to see that the master was inappropriate and did not dare to go against his wishes. He agreed and walked out with tears in his eyes.

"Ning'er, Feng'er, Bai Qi, you three will accompany me!"

Zhang Jiao said to Zhang Ning, Yang Feng and Zhang Baiqi again.

"No!" Before the three of them could think about it carefully, they agreed in unison.

At this time, anyone could see that Zhang Jiao had already held back his breath and would leave the world at any time. He could understand Zhang Jiao's good intentions. Who else could bear to reject his kindness?

After seeing the three of them agree, Zhang Jiao truly felt relieved. He was really afraid that these three people would cause trouble when he was away, so he thought of bringing them by his side. Zhang Yan was used to being steady, and Zhang Jiao handed Luoyang in his hands with confidence.

It didn't take long, and Zhang Yan was back.

"The carriage is ready?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"It's ready!" Zhang Yan nodded silently and replied.

"Okay, remember! Before Zhenxi Army takes over Luoyang City, you must keep the city stable and not cause any trouble. As long as you do this, even if you make a great contribution, you will have a place in Zhenxi Army in the future!"

Zhang Jiao seemed to have returned to the past and when he was commanding the thousand troops, his eyes were filled with brilliance.

In the darkness, Zhang Jiao left Luoyang City in a bronze carriage. Apart from Zhang Ning, Yang Feng and Zhang Baiqi, he only brought more than a dozen guards.

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