Yang A'ruo came on a flying horse, and the blade shot out like electricity, piercing Bo Cai's wrist. The blade shook, and the black knife flew out. Yang A'ruo stretched out his hand to catch it. The sword flashed, and Bo Cai's head was lifted into the sky by the hot blood.
Yang Aruo picked up Bo Cai's head with a bamboo stick and shouted loudly: "Bo Cai is beheaded..."
"The bandit is dead..." Guard Qu let out a thundering cheer.
At the same time, the Yellow Turban flag crashed down, and those who cut it down were Sun Jian's Han Dang and Gai Jun's Zhang Xiu. The four cavalry armies of the Han army advanced at the same time, arriving almost at the same time. Han Dang and Zhang Xiu completed the final
One blow.
The Yellow Turban Army's commanders were all dead and their teeth collapsed. However, the Yellow Turban soldiers did not disperse and flee the battlefield, but rushed towards them even more desperately. The Han Army's cavalry was squeezed into a relatively narrow space and lost its impact. Facing the
There are overwhelming moth thieves and a lot of pressure.
"boom!"
The infantry of the Han army defeated the Yellow Turban armored soldiers and went up to fight the irrational Yellow Turban moth thieves instead of the cavalry. They pushed the front line forward and allowed the cavalry to escape smoothly.
"Did Yang Ang die in battle? Or did he die without a complete body?" Gai Jun was speechless for a long time after hearing the news. Yang Ang had been in the army for decades and had experienced hundreds of wars in his life. He did not die at the hands of the fierce Qiang people in Xiliang, but
He died at the hands of a group of farmers in the Central Plains. At first, he was afraid that he would not be able to manage the army due to his lack of experience, so he specially invited the experienced Yang Ang. In fact, he did help Gai Junliang a lot.
"Ziying..."
"Brother Cao..."
Gai Jun and Cao Cao exchanged a few words and turned their attention to the battlefield. The poorly equipped Yellow Turban Moth Thieves adopted a life-threatening strategy and repeatedly attacked the iron wall of the Han army. Although their courage was good, the effect was extremely poor. The two shook their heads. This is no longer a war.
But it was massacred.
Fu Xie sighed with emotion: "The other party is seeking death!"
The trumpet sound suddenly sounded, soaring into the sky. This was Huangfu Song ordering the cavalry to attack. Several cavalry officers looked at each other and launched the army. The sound of galloping horses resounded throughout the field.
"kill……"
The four cavalry armies were like four sharp swords, cutting the Yellow Turban Army into pieces and slaughtering them one by one.
It was approaching dusk, and a fishy wind filled the fields. There were less than 20,000 people wearing yellow scarves left, and they were surrounded by the Han army.
Looking at the battlefield littered with corpses, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the Youqu soldiers of Shehu Camp who hated the Yellow Turbans could not bear it.
"Brother-in-law, why don't they surrender?" Bian Bing asked many people's questions.
Gai Jun said softly: "So what if we surrender? We don't have to live a worse life than a horse. They have already lost hope."
"Since they can't survive in the Central Plains, why doesn't the imperial court let them go to the frontier? The frontier is vast and sparsely populated..."
"Borderland?" Gai Jun shook his head and explained: "If you let them go to the borderland, you have to give them plow oxen. They also have to give them winter and summer clothes and food before they harvest. Do you know how big a sum this is? The court's annual tax revenue
It may not be enough, and the country cannot afford it." There is another thing Gai Jun did not say. Even if these can be solved, how many years of stable life can we get? One year? Two years? Or five years?
"Woooo..."
The horn of charge sounded again, and the massacre began again. The Yellow Turban Army was like a small boat in the roaring sea, enduring ruthless attacks from all directions.
Zhu Jun's troops and Wang Yun's troops arrived at the battlefield at the last moment. Faced with a messy battlefield and exhausted comrades, they naturally took over the task of cleaning up the battlefield.
In this battle, the Han army participated in a total of more than 20,000 people, with 4,000 killed and 6,000 wounded. The Yellow Turban Army fought with hundreds of thousands of people, with more than 100,000 casualties and thousands missing, and only over 5,000 prisoners.
The smell of blood on the battlefield was too strong, so Gai Jun stayed away and sat chatting with Sun Jian on a small slope.
Cao Cao urged his horse to come and said with a smile: "Zi Ying's formation is the only one to cut off waves, and Peng Tuo is worthy of being crowned the leader for his merits in battle."
"Brother Cao is already a Cavalry Captain, an officer worth two thousand stones. After this battle, I am afraid he will become the head of a county." Gai Jun was in a bad mood and forced a smile, and then introduced Sun Jian beside him:
"This is Sun Wentai, a native of Yangzhou, who is serving as an assistant to the army under Zhu Zhonglang."
"Captain Cao..."
Cao Cao was slightly surprised and said: "When I first saw Sun Sima being brave and good at fighting, I thought he was from the border area, but he turned out to be from Dongzhou."
It is undeniable that Cao Cao is very good at flattering people, but Sun Jian was very happy when he said "dare not".
"My surname is Sun Mingjian, my courtesy name is Wentai, and I am from Wujun, Yangzhou."
"My surname is Cao, my given name is Mengde, and I am a native of Peiguo, Yuzhou. I was established this year. I think Brother Sun is about the same age as me."
"But it's a coincidence that I am also in my thirties."
They told each other their birthdays. Cao Cao was born one month earlier than Sun Jian. The two sat arm in arm and chatted happily.
After resting for about an hour, the army marched south and stopped outside Xinping County. That night the camp was brightly lit and the laughter was loud. Dozens of Han army generals sat in the tent and watched prostitutes singing and dancing while drinking and having fun. The army had no
Prostitutes, but the Han army has always had a prostitution system. A few days ago, they first broke through the Bocai camp and then the Pengtuo camp. Tens of thousands of women were captured, and some beautiful women were selected from them to serve as military prostitutes to comfort the soldiers. To be honest, Gai Jun
He was disgusted by this, but this was the tradition of the Han Dynasty. He had no reason to prevent his soldiers from having fun, let alone other soldiers. The only thing he could do was to be strict with himself.
Gai Jun was a little drunk. When he stepped out of the tent, he was woken up by the warm wind and looked up at the sky.
"Ziying is good at drinking, why did she run out halfway through drinking? This is not like your character..."
Huangfu Song's hearty voice sounded from behind.
Gai Jun turned around and said: "Zhonglang..."
Huangfusong noticed that Gai Jun looked unhappy and raised his eyebrows: "Ziying seems to have something on his mind, what are he thinking about?"
"nothing."
"real?"
Gai Jun thought for a while and said: "How does Zhonglang plan to deal with the body of the moth thief?"
"Of course I'll find a place to bury it."
Gai Jun shook his head and said: "In my opinion, we should find a place in the valley to burn the dead bodies."
"This..." Huangfu Song hesitated. The Han Dynasty always advocated burial. Although the Yellow Turban Moth Thieves were rebellious, there was no need to burn them with fire...
Upon seeing Huangfu Song's expression, Gai Jun immediately understood that the other party was mistaken and said: "There will definitely be a great epidemic after the war. Burying cannot isolate the plague. Only burning the corpses can eliminate the epidemic to the greatest extent."
Huangfu Song's expression suddenly changed when he heard the word "epidemic". In the fourteen years of the Han Dynasty, there had been four plagues. When a great epidemic broke out, it could be said that every family felt the pain of lying dead, and there were wailing sounds in every room, and some people died after closing the door, or others
The whole family was mourned, and millions of people died.
“Can fire eliminate plague?”
"It cannot be said to eliminate the plague, but it can prevent its spread."
Huangfu Song sighed: "Zi Ying's strategy has countless people alive, it is comparable to the strategy of exterminating locusts!"
Gai Jun smiled bitterly and looked into the distance.
"Ziying defeated powerful enemies in a series of battles and killed numerous thieves and chieftains. I will report the truth to the Holy One...");.