Late at night, Linping County Government Office.

"What! The Yellow Turban Camp is empty? Everyone is gone?"

Liu An asked Xiahou Lan in surprise.

"Yes, my subordinates investigated the camp and had a hole opened to the south. According to the traces left on the scene, my subordinates guessed that more than 50,000 Yellow Turbans escaped from there."

After nightfall, even if Liu An stood at the top of the city, it was difficult to see clearly what was happening five miles away.

If they didn't light the torch and walked in the dark, Liu An would not notice it at all.

In this way, the biggest gain of this battle was that General Zhang Liang, who was greedy for life and feared death.

Liu An thought, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

More than 50,000 Yellow Turbans escaped at night. Such a large number is not an action that can be completed in a short period of time.

It is even more impossible for everyone to go to the south where fields are everywhere and are not conducive to the cavalry's rushing.

Unless everyone has been notified in advance, they have made sufficient preparations for action at any time, and they must be in command of the general.

If so, Zhang Liang...

A terrible guess flashed through Liu An's mind, but then shook his head again.

How is that possible?

When he first met, Zhang Liang was hiding hundreds of meters away from the city wall to guard against hidden arrows, Liu An only felt ridiculous.

A person who is so afraid of death will have such a courage to sacrifice himself for his own good?

After a while, Liu An had to admit that he might have misread Zhang Liang.

After confronting this person for more than twenty days, Liu An knew that Zhang Liang was a little good, and if such a person was determined to survive, he would probably not appear in those ten carriages.

Wouldn't it be easier to survive among the 50,000 people who escaped later?

Thinking about it this way, I'm afraid Zhang Liang would show up in the carriage and shout, just to tell them that he was in the carriage so that the crossbows would chase them, so as to create opportunities for the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Liu An couldn't help but smile.

The three Zhang brothers really live up to their reputation.

Zhang Bao committed suicide before, and today Zhang Liang lived tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans at the cost of his life and hundreds of shield soldiers.

"Where is Zhang Liang?"

"Detained in the military camp." Xiahou Lan said.

"Send him to the county government, arrange a room, and ask a doctor to treat him." Liu An ordered quietly.

Although Xiahou Lan wondered why she treated a prisoner so politely, she still followed Liu An's order to do it.

The next day, Liu An woke up early in the morning.

As time comes to the end of June, the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

As soon as the sun came out in the morning, the temperature rose rapidly, and Liu An was awakened by the heat.

When he got up, he washed his face. During breakfast, Liu An asked his guard: "How about Zhang Liang?"

"The doctor has treated him, but the head skin is traumatized, and it is not serious. After waking up, he lay in the bed without saying a word. The doctor said, maybe... it hurts his mind."

"Damn your mind?" Liu An frowned and did not ask any more questions.

After breakfast, I came to Zhang Liang's resting room.

Zhang Liang lay on the bed, his eyes wide open, staring at the roof without blinking, his eyes empty and lifeless, and he looked as if he was ready to die.

This was the first time Liu An saw Zhang Liang so close. He was in his forties, but he had silver threads on his temples. He was about seven feet tall. He was also very thin. His cheekbones were prominent on his face and his skin was loose. Obviously, he didn't eat well on weekdays.

Liu An didn't expect that the dignified general, the third leader of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans, would look like this.

Walking to the bed, Liu An looked at Zhang Liang who had no response to his approach and said calmly:

"The situation in Taiping Road is over, and it will be a matter of time before the imperial court will be wiped out."

Hearing this, there had been no movement for several hours. Zhang Liang, who seemed to be dead, suddenly looked at Liu An and said angrily:

"Shu Zi said wildly! As long as my elder brother is still alive, he will be able to lead countless people to overthrow the Dog Court and establish a new dynasty without oppression!"

It's true that it's not hurting consciousness.

Liu An concluded that he took a step back as if nothing had happened and bowed:

"In Xia Liu'an, whose courtesy name is Changsheng, was the magistrate of Zhuo County. He has met the general of the king."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang suddenly sat up from the bed, pointed at Liu An with a trembling hand and said, "You are Liu An?! You killed my brother! You dare to appear in front of me!"

Roaring angrily, Zhang Liang was about to climb off the bed and pinched his hands towards Liu An's neck.

Seeing this, the personal guard behind Liu An quickly wanted to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by Liu An's gesture.

Facing Zhang Liang who was rushing towards him, Liu An was unmoved and said lightly: "Zhang Bao committed suicide and died by hitting his head against the city wall."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang, whose hands were less than one foot away from Liu An's neck, froze.

He just heard him murmur: "Suicide...Second brother, you are so stupid..."

Zhang Liang, who only implemented the plan to sacrifice his life for most Yellow Turbans yesterday, naturally understood Zhang Bao’s mood when he committed suicide.

But it’s okay to do it yourself, but you won’t give up your loved ones.

Zhang Liang felt heartbroken when he heard that Zhang Bao committed suicide.

"Can you know, why do I say it's time to stop Taiping Road from being wiped out by the court?"

When Zhang Liang, who was in a grief, heard this, he looked at Liu An again. He was about to refute it, but Liu An said first: "General, don't rush to deny it. I didn't think about the court because of my position. What I said must be based on. Can the general be willing to listen to Liu's words?"

Zhang Liang knew that he was now a prisoner, and if the other party wanted to kill him, there was no need to talk nonsense. He wanted to hear what this person wanted to say, so he nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Liang changed into the clothes he brought from his personal guard and sat opposite Liu An in the county hall.

The personal guards were all shut out by Liu An, and both of them could speak freely here without any scruples.

But no one knew what the two had actually talked about. Only one hour later, when they came out of the living room, Zhang Liang's attitude towards Liu An changed by 180 degrees and became extremely respectful.

"Zi Shun, from today on, you will become my personal guard and hide it. You must not expose your true identity until the critical moment."

Zi Shun is Zhang Liang's name.

"Leave the arrangements of Ming Gong." Zhang Liang bowed and said respectfully.

After thinking about it, Liu An said again: "Just in case, you need to have a pseudonym, and this word can't be used anymore."

Zhang Liang pondered for a moment and replied, "Then I will call it Minsheng from now on. I have no surname and no need for the word."

Liu An had no objection to this. He invited a personal guard and ordered: "Today's affairs must not be circulated. From now on, he will be the people's livelihood. There will be no Zhang Liang in the world. Can you tell?"

"No." The personal guard should be respectfully.

"Go and get a set of personal guards' clothing and armor." After Liu An ordered the personal guards, he said to Zhang Liang again: "Zhang Bao's tomb is not far outside the city, so people can go and worship first."

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "It's not too late to go here. If you delay for an extra moment, I don't know how many people will die at the hands of the government army."

Seeing this, Liu An didn't say anything anymore. When his personal guards brought their clothes and weapons, Zhang Liang immediately changed his clothes and rode his horse to the military camp.

When Xiahou Lan saw the personal guard standing beside Liu An, she was a little unfamiliar, but also familiar.

Since leaving Zhuo County, after several wars, Liu An's personal guards have only thirty or forty, and most of them have known Xiahou Lan.

But Xiahou Lan didn't know this person, but she seemed to have seen him strangely.

Liu An did not give Xiahou Lan time to guess randomly, so he came to the central army's tent, and after shutting down the left and right, he said to Xiahou Lan:

"He is Zhang Liang, and he has surrendered to me now, and his pseudonym is Minsheng. This matter must not be known to the court. You can quickly bring cavalry to encircle the fleeing Yellow Turbans, and persuade them to surrender from Minsheng. How many Yellow Turbans can be brought back will be brought back. In addition, find a corpse with a similar shape to Minsheng, destroy its appearance, and transport it to the capital to report its merits."
Chapter completed!