Chapter 222: Keep a hand

After reaching an agreement with Dong Zhuo, Huangfu Jian sent someone to invite Lu Bu and Liu Bei.

Four people were in person, and Dong Zhuo said what happened last night again.

Lu Bu and Liu Bei were drunk last night, and they didn't know the situation. When they woke up this morning, they received a report from their subordinates and knew the cause and effect of the matter. Zhang Liang escaped. Although he was a little regretful, the city of Guangzong was broken and the Yellow Turban Army in the north was in name only. Their purpose had been achieved, and everyone was still relieved.

After the battle, everyone is most concerned about the imperial court’s rewards, what official positions they can be granted, and what benefits their brothers can get. As for the Yellow Turban Army who fled to the mountains, let’s leave them to the Zhenxi Army to deal with.

"I wonder what Xuande has plans for the future?" Huangfu Jian looked at Liu Bei who lowered his head and thoughtful, and extended an olive branch.

Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu were both happy and were thinking about the rewards from the emperor. Only Liu Bei lowered his head and was silent, thinking about his thoughts.

"The grass-roots people have no place to go yet, so they plan to return to Yecheng first and wait for the imperial court to settle it."

Liu Bei sighed slightly, but answered very firmly.

Among the three, Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu were all in official positions, but he was still a white person. During the war, he could still gain respect from his brothers to fight the enemy with his courage. But once the war subsided, he became a world of officials and famous officials. Liu Bei felt empty and lost his confidence and didn't know where to go.

Huangfu Jian looked at the complicated expression on Liu Bei's face and did not ask anything again. Such a person always regarded himself as the orthodox Liu surname, and was unwilling to let him go.

"The generals have made great contributions to the suppression of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. It is because of this general that the thief Zhang Liang escaped. I will draft a copy and report to the Lord for your contributions." Huangfu Jian looked at everyone and said with a smile.

After Huangfu Jian finished speaking, he ordered someone to bring paper and ink and wrote a stamp, not only reporting on the achievements of Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu and Liu Bei, but also greatly appreciated the three of them.

The three of them were overjoyed. Huangfu Jian is now in power, with a word of sacred and has a great influence in the court. With Huangfu Jian's stamp, they are just around the corner to get promoted and make money. And they are also faintly marked by the Zhenxi Army. It is easy to enjoy the cool under the big tree. With Huangfu Jian's big Buddha covering them, they feel much more at ease.

The three of them thanked each other very much and led the Han army back to Yecheng, and were granted official titles and no mention of them.

After the troops left, a large amount of food, grass and weapons were left to the Zhenxi Army. Huangfu Jian did not refuse. They cavalry all the way, with only the items they carried with them and seven-day dry food. These food, grass and equipment came at the right time.

After seeing off Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu, Liu Bei and others, Huangfu Jian looked at an empty camp and said to the commander of the guard Pang De: "Send the order to draw the camp and capture the camp, and the army will enter Guangzong City!"

"No!" Pang De received the order.

On that day, Huangfu Jian led his personal guard camp to move into Guangzong City.

Although the Guangzong city wall was covered with holes and was covered with broken walls and bloodstains, it was the base camp of the Northern Yellow Turban Army. The city was not destroyed, and the city lord's mansion was kept very intact.

However, Zhang Liang led the remnants of the 80,000 Yellow Turban Army, and after a fight, he finally rushed out of the Han army camp. Under the escort of Zhao Yun's five thousand dragon cavalry, he entered the Taihang Mountains at dawn. After fighting for a night, the Yellow Turban Army was already trapped and exhausted.

The army stopped in a weedy valley, buried the pot to make rice, and rested temporarily.

Zhang Liang looked at the mountains and ridges that were beyond his sight and began to feel active again. There are many mountains and valleys here, with gurgling streams, and soldiers can be hidden on the mountain and farmed in the valley. For the Yellow Turban Army at the end of the road, isn’t it a Feng Shui treasure land for rest and recuperation?

Why didn't I think of it before?

Zhang Liang had the idea of ​​surrendering to Zhenxi Army, but after seeing this steep mountain, it disappeared. Zhang Liang, who was used to being a "general of the man" and admired by thousands of people, could he be willing to be a famous man again?

The mountains here are high and dangerous, and you can attack and retreat or defend. The Yellow Turban Army opens up wasteland and farms here, farms when busy, and goes out to grab him when free. Isn’t it that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and he is as happy as a god?

It is better than surrendering to the Zhenxi Army and having nothing to do!

When Zhang Liang thought of this, he glanced at Zhao Yun's five thousand dragon cavalry, and then looked at his more than 70,000 Yellow Turban Army under his command. A bold idea suddenly emerged in his mind. What the Yellow Turban Army lacked the most was war horses. If these five thousand people were destroyed, these five thousand war horses would be his. His strength would be increased by a lot, and his mobility would greatly increase.

My elder brother is dead, isn’t the Yellow Turban Army’s world his?

Thinking of the wonderful thing, Zhang Liang smiled. It was really a lot of water and there was no way out. There was another village with dark willows and flowers!

Thinking of doing it, Zhang Liang felt that he could not wait for a moment, so he immediately summoned hundreds of generals under him and started discussing.

"General Zhang, the Yellow Turban Army is completely out of danger. It is time for us to execute the lord's orders. Please invite Zhang Liang and others to come." Just as Zhang Liang and others were discussing countermeasures, Zhao Yun looked at Zhang Liang, who had no movement at all, and urged Zhang Yan standing beside him.

"Okay, I'll go over now and invite them here." Zhang Yan didn't know that Zhang Liang had a strange intention, so she agreed. She took a few followers and drove towards Zhang Liang and his group.

"Yan'er, you're here just in time. We are discussing to destroy these five thousand Western troops in the town and avenge your father. They still believe in you now. Go and trick those leaders, and say we have something to discuss, and then catch them off guard. Then destroy these five thousand iron cavalry. My Yellow Turban Army is in this world and occupy the mountain as the king."

Zhang Liangzheng didn't know how to attack, but when he saw Zhang Yan coming uninvited, he was happy and said anxiously.

When Zhang Yan heard this, his expression changed. He never dreamed that Zhang Liang had such an idea. He turned aside and became embarrassed. On one hand, he was his nominal uncle and on the other hand, he was the Zhenxi Army. After spending time with the Zhenxi Army, Zhang Yanyue understood the terrible power of the Zhenxi Army, so he had no desire to resist.

Zhang Liang's suggestion was not without any intention, but he did not dare. He knew the consequences of annoying the Zhenxi Army. Even if Zhao Yun's five thousand dragon cavalry in front of him were destroyed, they would not be able to escape the fate of destruction.

"Uncle, didn't you agree to surrender to the Zhenxi Army? Why did you change your mind again?" After thinking for a while, Zhang Yan still didn't want Zhang Liang to go to a dead end, and persuaded him again.

"If it weren't for the Zhenxi Army, would we have today? They forced your father to death and were also the enemy of the entire Yellow Turban Army. Child, you were the ones we grew up watching. Don't you want to avenge your father?" Zhang Liang's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Zhang Yan, and said in pain.

"It's not that the child doesn't want to avenge his father, but we are not the opponents of the Zhenxi Army at all. Could it be that my uncle thought that the remnants of your subordinates could be able to deal with the Zhenxi Army? Besides, surrendering to the Zhenxi Army was his father's decision. Could it be that my uncle didn't listen?" Zhang Yanxin was distressed or persuaded with great sincerity.

"It is impossible. The Yellow Turban Army and Zhenxi Army are as deep as the sea and are irreconcilable as the sky. My uncle will not surrender to his great enemy. Don't be deceived by their false benevolence and righteousness. Think about it, how many Yellow Turban Army soldiers died at the hands of Zhenxi Army." Zhang Liang said excitedly with a stern expression.

"But..." Zhang Yan was also speechless by Zhang Liang. Thinking about it, it was really the case. Most of the Yellow Turban Army were directly destroyed by the Zhenxi Army.

"Now the Zhenxi Army is already suspicious of you, so I ordered me to come and call you over. You can do it yourself?" Zhang Yan couldn't help but answered in a real way. He decided not to help each other.

"Okay! Let's follow you. Brothers, when they arrive, take action together to kill the young general in white robe." Zhang Liang thought for a moment and agreed.

He thought this was a good opportunity to get off the phone. As long as Zhao Yun was killed, the five thousand iron cavalry had no leader, it would be much easier to kill again. As for Long Er and others around Zhao Yun, they were just a bunch of guards in their eyes and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yan didn't say a word and led the way.

Behind, Zhang Liang took more than a hundred people, carried swords and spears, and walked towards the place where Zhao Yun was.

"General Zhao, the people who come are not good, prepare for the battle." Long Er and the ten people were killers, who broke out from the dead. They felt a little murderous intent from Zhang Liang and others, and repeatedly reminded Zhao Yun.

"Thank you! The lord is still as expected and sent you all. It's just right that they are here, so just kill them all, don't let the lord make things difficult for you." Zhao Yun was not concerned about Huangfu Jian's arrangements, but now he admires his lord even more.

Zhao Yun shook his eyes at the five thousand people not far behind him. The five people understood and returned to the formation calmly.

Not long after, Zhang Liang surrounded him with more than a hundred generals. These people were all good at the army and had great martial arts skills.

"Kill!" Before Zhao Yun could speak, Zhang Liang gave an order. More than 100 people Zhao Yun and eleven others launched an attack.

"Looking for death!" Zhao Yun shouted angrily, and a silver spear in his hand stabbed out like lightning, and a Yellow Turban general fell down.

Twenty dragons quietly pulled out the long, narrow battle sword with dark and shiny black sword and rushed towards Zhang Liang and others like a black ghost. They might have a little advantage in a single challenge, but this kind of melee is the best for the Eighteen Dragon Knights.

"Puff, puff, puff..." The commanders of the Yellow Turban Army fell under the strange swords of Long Er and others.

Just as Zhao Yun and Eleven were fighting with Zhang Liang and a hundred people, five dragon cavalry and a thousand men were heading to nearly 80,000 Yellow Turban Army in the valley, with sharp arrows aiming at these exhausted Yellow Turban Army. As long as they had any abnormal movement, they would have an arrow head towards them.

The battle in the valley did not last long. More than a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers fell under the swords of Long Er and others, and Zhang Liang was also shot by Zhao Yun.

Now the Yellow Turban Army in the valley is really leaderless. Zhao Yun looked at Zhang Yan coldly, slapped the white dragon horse, came to the valley, and said loudly: "We are here to rescue you and others by the order of General Zhenxi. I don't want Zhang Liangen to repay the enemy, but instead want to harm us. Now we have all been killed by us. As long as you put down your weapons and surrender to the Zhenxi Army, I will ensure your safety. If you still want to resist, kill them without any worries!"

Under the cold arrows, with Zhao Yun's loud shout, nearly 80,000 Yellow Turban Army put down their weapons.

In Guangzong City, in the prefect's mansion, Long Er and others came back with bloody heads, and Zhang Yan was also back with them.

After hearing Long Er's narration, Huangfu Jian said nothing. After a while, he sighed: "It seems that I am still too kind, so kind that everyone thinks I am easy to bully!"

"Pang De brought three thousand personal guards to take over this Yellow Turban Army. From now on, you will be the commander of the Feiyan Camp. You will be temporarily stationed in the Taihang Mountains. When you are free, you will train troops and station in the army when you are busy. Remember not to harm the people!" Huangfu Jian said to Pang De, the commander of the personal guards.

"No!" Pang De was overjoyed and answered the order loudly.

After arranging everything, Huangfu Jian led five thousand dragon cavalry and two thousand personal guards back to Luoyang.

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