Chapter 213 The Last Wish

After hearing this, Huangfu Jian was shocked. It was a relief to die at this time.

"Yelong prepared a horse, I was going to the camp. The military advisor followed me, Xu Huang was responsible for the city defense, Zhou Yi and Xun You were responsible for the city government affairs."

Huangfu Jian thought about it and issued several orders in succession to prevent Zhang Jiao's death from causing riots among the surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army.

There is a full moon hanging in the sky, the autumn wind blows, and there is a hint of chill at night.

Huangfu Jian led the Eighteen Dragon Cavalry, Jia Xu, Yang Feng and others to the camp of Zhenxi Army. In the quiet night, the sound of horse hooves was particularly crisp and it was heard far away. More than twenty cavalrymen ran all the way and soon arrived at the camp.

In the huge military camp in Luoyang City, in addition to the tiger cavalry and leopard cavalry of the western army, there were 30,000 surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who had already put down their weapons. The atmosphere in the military camp was depressing, and the two horses and leopard cavalry did not release their saddles, and the people did not disarm their armor and were ready to face the battle.

"Lord!" As soon as Huangfu Jian arrived at the gate of the military camp, the two generals Dian Wei and Zhang Fei came up.

"How is the situation?" Huangfu Jian asked calmly.

"Zhang Jiao's old Taoist is almost out of control. The Yellow Turban Army is feeling a little out of control. We are afraid of accidents, and the entire battalion has been martial law."

The giant man Dian Wei replied carelessly.

"Well, you have done a good job, so I'll leave the safety of the camp to you. Remember, let the brothers in the camp be restrained and try not to have impulses with the Yellow Turban Army, so as not to cause excessive reactions from the Yellow Turban Army."

Huangfu Jian looked at the murderous soldiers in front of him, and was really afraid that they would start with the Yellow Turban Army with impulse.

"No!" Dian Wei and Zhang Fei agreed in unison.

Huangfu Jian patted Dian Wei, Zhang Fei and his two broad backs, and then led everyone into the camp.

Perhaps Zhang Jiao wanted to die among a group of believers. Zhang Jiao, Zhang Ning, and more than a dozen followers lived in the barracks where the Yellow Turban Army were placed. Teams of tiger cavalry soldiers wearing helmets and armored guarded outside the barracks. The surrendered Yellow Turban Army soldiers inside were all sad and tear-like. They stood outside Zhang Jiao's tent and refused to return to the camp.

These 30,000 surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were still unyieldingly renounced Zhang Jiao in the most difficult times. They were considered the most loyal believers of Zhang Jiao. Now that their minds are about to fall, how can they not be sad!

"General Zhenxi is here!" Long Yi shouted, and opened his head, separated the surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army blocking the road.

Huangfu Jian led Jia Xu and others to walk in without saying a word. When the 30,000 surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army saw Huangfu Jian's expressions differently, they automatically gave up a passage.

In the tent, Zhang Jiao lay motionless on the couch, his breath as if he was wandering, his face was ashes, and his eyes were staring at the camp gate without any trace.

Zhang Ning cried to the death, completely like a tearful person. He was weak and helpless, and charming.

Just as Huangfu Jian stepped into the tent, a magical color appeared in Zhang Jiao's eyes, and his body moved with all his might. His thin hand reached towards Huangfu Jian, and his lips were trembling slightly.

"Master, do you have anything to tell me?"

Huangfu Jian walked to Zhang Jiao, squatted down slightly, let Zhang Jiao grab his hand, and asked softly.

Once he died, Huangfu Jian was in a state of respect for the dying man.

"Save..." Zhang Jiao's lips trembled and said indescribably.

No one in the tent could hear what Zhang Jiao was saying. Only Huangfu Jian's perverted divine thoughts could hear what Zhang Jiao said clearly.

"Who do the Taoist priest asks me to save?"

"Save..." Zhang Jiao's empty old eyes looked into the distance, his mouth opened and closed, and repeated constantly.

Huangfu Jian couldn't think of what Zhang Jiao meant, so he had to stand aside and let Zhang Jiao grab one of his hands.

"What is my father talking about?" Zhang Ning, who was beside him, held back his crying and asked when he saw the two of them guessing riddles.

"Your father kept repeating the word 'save', and I don't know what he wants to save."

Huangfu Jian looked at Zhang Ning with pear blossoms and said lightly.

"Father, do you want this person to save uncle and the others?"

No one knows his father is better than his daughter. Zhang Ning asked with tears in his ear.

"Um……"

Zhang Jiao seemed to have understood Zhang Ning's words, used all his strength and nodded. He held Huangfu Jian's hand tighter, and looked at Huangfu Jian with his old eyes begging, without blinking.

Huangfu Jian now understood that this old guy was thinking about saving Zhang Liang, Bo Cai, Peng Tuo and others until he died.

Huangfu Jian stood there, motionless. After thinking for a long time, he finally shook his head, sighed, and said, "Master, it's not that I don't want to save them, it's really too difficult."

After hearing Huangfu Jian's words, Zhang Jiao's eyes quickly dimmed. He just kept holding Huangfu Jian's person, as if he would not give up the last straw.

"Why are you so cruel? Can't you agree to your father?"

Zhang Ning cried out loud, and his pink fist hit Huangfu Jian with a snot and tears.

"Father, we don't ask him..." Seeing that Huangfu Jian was unmoved, Zhang Ning sobbed and said to Zhang Jiao.

"General, just promise Master! From now on, my life of Yang Feng will be the general."

Yang Feng knelt at Huangfu Jian's feet and knocked on the ground, "Bang, Bang, Bang...", and Huangfu Jian refused to agree, so he would not get up.

In the tent, Zhang Jiao's dozen followers also knelt on the ground.

Huangfu Jian was in a difficult situation because it was too difficult to rescue these Yellow Turban Army. He didn't want to be enemies with the whole world yet. But looking at the old man in front of him, he could still think about his former brothers before his death, and was moved by his loyalty. Moreover, the benefits of saving these Yellow Turban Army were obvious to the Zhenxi Army, and the strength of Zhenxi Army would greatly increase.

The greater the risk, the higher the profit.

Huangfu Jian turned his mind and thought about it all over the front and back. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said, "I promised you, but whether you can save them depends on God's will!"

"From now on, our Yellow Turban Army soldiers will only follow the general's leader. If you violate this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

As soon as Huangfu Jian finished speaking, Yang Feng, more than a dozen followers of Zhangjiao, knelt down on the ground and swore in unison.

"From now on, our Yellow Turban Army soldiers will only follow the general's leader. If you violate this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth!" When the 30,000 Yellow Turban Army outside the tent heard the slogans from the account, it seemed as if it had been agreed, they also fell to the ground and swear loudly.

At this moment, the 30,000 surrendered soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army truly swore allegiance to Huangfu Jian.

After hearing Huangfu Jian's words, Zhang Jiao seemed to have exhausted his last trace of energy, his head hangs back, and his hands holding Huangfu Jian's hands also relaxed, and his empty eyes gradually turned white.

"Everyone should get up!" Huangfu Jian pulled Yang Feng up and waved his hand to let everyone kneel on the ground get up.

"I'm going to call Zhang Yan and Zhang Baiqi over and let them see the Taoist priest for the last time!"

Huangfu Jian glanced at Zhang Jiao, who had less energy intake and more energy, and ordered Long Yi.

"No!" Long Yi agreed and ordered Long Er and Long San to leave the camp and find Zhang Yan, and Zhang Bai rode away.

After Zhang Yan and Zhang Baiqi took over Luoyang by Zhenxi Army, they have been counting the property in the imperial city with Zhao Yun's dragon cavalry, and are still in the imperial city.

Luoyang is destined to be uneasy tonight, and there will be sounds of galloping horses from time to time. But the people in the city are very calm and at ease. They believe in Huangfu Jian and Huangfu Jian's army in the west.

In the imperial city, Zhang Yan and Zhang Baiqi were still taking the Dragon Cavalry soldiers to count their property.

There are too many wealth in the imperial city. Just the Wanjin Hall left by Emperor Ling of Han, the gold, silver and treasures inside are piled up into a small hill. The collection of the Liu Han Dynasty throughout the years is also a considerable number.

I don’t know when the number of 5,000 people will be counted! So they are working overtime to settle the liquidation.

Emperor Ling of Han exploited all officials and plundered the people throughout his life. He was reluctant to spend the accumulated wealth. In the end, the Yellow Turban Army was left to the Yellow Turban Army intact. It was useless for the Yellow Turban Army to ask for this money. They robbed everything, and they did a business without any capital. The huge vault was handed over to the Zhenxi Army intact and to Huangfu Jian.

After arguing, the whole army of the West was ready, and Huangfu Jian! Heaven was helping him!

Long Er and Long San found Zhang Yan, and after Zhang Baiqi, he gave Huangfu Jian the order.

Zhang Yan and Zhang Baiqi were stunned. Although they knew that Zhang Jiao's life would not last long, they could not have imagined that it would be so fast. Before they could clean up, they found a fast horse to ride on it and ran towards the camp.

"Master!" The two entered the camp, fell in front of Zhang Jiao, and burst into tears.

After Zhang Jiao saw Zhang Yan and Zhang Baiqi, his empty eyes turned slightly again, looked at Zhang Ning, Zhang Yan, Yang Feng, and Zhang Baiqi, and finally looked at Huangfu Jian again, as if he had finished his mind, a ray of peace appeared on his face, and he swallowed his last breath.

A generation of heroes closed their eyes forever.

“Master…”

"Ah Father..."

"Great wise man..."

Thirty thousand Yellow Turbans cried out in unison, and waves of depressing sobs came from the camp.

Zhang Jiao has a special identity. Whether it is Huangfu Jian, Zhang Ning, Zhang Yan, Yang Feng, Zhang Baiqi and others understand that Zhang Jiao’s death cannot be spread, and the funeral cannot be handled openly. Everything can only be carried out in secret.

Zhang Jiao’s funeral can be waited, but the Yellow Turban Army can’t wait. They may be destroyed by officers and soldiers from all over the country at any time.

The next morning, Huangfu Jian called Jia Xu, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei, Zhang Fei, Zhang Yan, Zhang Baiqi, Yang Qi and others to "Fuchunyuan" to discuss the rescue of the Yellow Turban Army under Bocai, Peng Tuo and Zhang Liang's troops.

"Zhang Yan, Zhang Baiqi, Yang Feng, you three are sure to persuade the Yellow Turban Army to surrender, not let us find a way to save them, but they fought with us." After everyone arrived, Huangfu Jian said straight to the point.

"We were responsible for persuading them to surrender to the Zhenxi Army, but we couldn't contact them now." Zhang Yan stood up and said. Among these three, he was the oldest person, and he was the head of the three of them, so he had the final say.

Zhang Jiao had supreme prestige within the Yellow Turban Army, and his decision was the imperial edict. It was Zhang Jiao's decision to surrender to Zhenxi Army, so Zhang Yan and the others were not worried about this.

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