Think about it, Zhang Jiao is just an ordinary person. He spent decades wandering in disaster-stricken areas, saving countless people, and later commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the world. If he had no talent and no virtue, he would have such a large number of people. Do believers worship him as a god?
After dusk, Zhang Jiao thought about it and decided to break out tonight. There was a high wall built outside the city, and the only way to break out was by surprise.
He also called back his officers and soldiers, made all the necessary instructions, and prepared enough food and grass for everyone, discarding everything else, and set off at the beginning of Haishi.
It is said that after Chen Gong came out of Guangzong, he returned to Dazhai and immediately found Zhu Jun to report the situation.
"Sir, the information is correct. That Zhang Jiao is really ill. When my subordinates see him, the group of yellow scarf thieves will be discussing matters in front of his bed."
Zhu Jun had already heard about Zhang Jiao's illness, but was unable to confirm it. He asked, "Can Zhang Jiao accept the white silk? What's his expression?"
"But he was extremely angry. Judging from his appearance, he almost killed his subordinates to vent his anger." Chen Gong smiled bitterly. He requested this job in person. He expected that Zhang Jiao would let him go after what he said. Paralyze the officers and soldiers in order to gain a chance to break through."
Then he said: "Sir, I expect Zhang Jiao will suddenly break out in the next day or two, or he will break out tonight, so we need to take precautions early."
"Yes, you must be careful. I will ask Yizhen to arrange it."
On a moonlit night, the sky was filled with faint moonlight.
To the east of Guangzong City, the east gate opened slightly. A big-headed bandit secretly peeked in and found no one. He turned around and signaled, and a long line of famous bandits slipped out one by one.
A long dragon of fifty or sixty thousand people slowly poured out. In order to prevent the Han army from discovering it, Zhang Jiao prohibited the army from lighting torches and moving quickly along the dark path.
If Zhang Jiao is allowed to lead these Yellow Turban thieves to escape and hide their troops among the people, Taipingdao will not be able to be easily pacified the next time they make a comeback after learning this lesson.
After Zhang Jiao's army left the city, he quickly and easily crossed the encircling defense line of the government troops.
"As expected by the Heavenly Master, the Han army thought they were sure of victory and underestimated the enemy. It seems that Heaven will never stop our path to peace."
Outside Guangzong City, you can see endless plains in many places, and even small hills and other terrain are very rare. Except for Hutou Gang, the mountains are not big. As long as you cross the more than ten miles, you can leave the boundary of Guangzong.
Zhang Jiao was walking while thinking, and soon came to Hutou Gang. Suddenly he smelled a very strange smell, which made him look up. There were dense mountains on both sides. He couldn't help but think: "The dense forests on this road are so dense." , is an extremely dangerous place, a good place for an ambush. If the Han army is lured here, defeat can be turned into victory."
"No, I've fallen into a trap!" Zhang Jiao exclaimed, and he immediately realized that he didn't see a single officer or soldier along the way. This is so abnormal, and he didn't want to fall into the trap unknowingly.
It's a pity that he reacted too late.
The army had just passed half way to Hutou Post, and when the Yellow Turban Army thought they were safe, they heard several miserable screams in the dark night.
"Ahhh...".
"What's going on? What's going on?" Cheng Zhiyuan pulled the reins of his horse, looked back at the long line of people behind him, and shouted in a low voice.
"Swish swish..."
I heard the swishing sound from the mountains on both sides, and the screams began to spread in large areas. I didn't need to ask more to know what happened.
"There's an ambush, hurry up and get out." Pei Yuanshao's expression changed drastically as he shot down arrows flying from both sides with the sword in his hand.
"Kill!" The drums vibrated in the mountains and forests on both sides, the sound of killing continued, and the torches illuminated the entire Hutou Gang.
"Hahaha, old thief Zhang Jiao, we have been waiting for a long time." Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song stood up from a high position and looked down at Zhang Jiao at the foot of the mountain. Cheng Zhiyuan and others rode their horses and swayed, creating chaos.
"My sons, let's go quickly. Go back to the city. Let's go quickly..."...
Zhu Jun waved his hand, "Light the fire and shoot." The archers on both sides drew their bows, ignited the rockets, and fired wildly at the Yellow Turban Army.
As soon as the rocket landed, the entire mountain suddenly burst into flames. The flames seemed to be emerging from the ground, and they quickly surrounded the Yellow Turban soldiers and horses. How could the Yellow Turban soldiers who were burned by the fire still have fighting spirit? Each one of them either quickly took off their armor, or Throwing away the weapons in their hands, they kept slapping the flames on their bodies with both hands. Some fell down and rolled on the ground, but people couldn't believe it. They fell on the ground and rolled around trying to extinguish the fire. The fire actually grew bigger and bigger, swallowing the people whole in the blink of an eye. With coke.
"No, that just smelled like kerosene!" Zhang Jiao was shocked and turned his horse's head sharply, "Quick, rush out."
Unfortunately, it was too late. The fire spread quickly and was out of control. The Yellow Turban Army was the first to bear the brunt and was quickly swallowed up by the flames. They kept wailing and screaming, just like a hell on earth.
Zhu Jun and the others looked down at the battle at the foot of the mountain. Their expressions were dull, and they had no mercy for the Yellow Turban Army at the foot of the mountain, because being kind to the enemy would be cruel to oneself. This is a troubled world, and this is a battlefield.
"Wow!" With a scream, a stray arrow hit Zhang Jiao's chest. He screamed in pain and fell from his horse.
"Heavenly Master!" When the nearest soldiers saw that Zhang Jiao was hit by an arrow, they quickly jumped off their horses and carried him on their own horses. At the same time, they shouted loudly: "The sky is dead, Huang Tian will stand up, sons and daughters, for the good of the world." , fight back to the city."
"At the age of sixty...the world is going to be auspicious..."
A famous ant thief shouted to the sky that at this moment, no matter whether it was fire, weapons, or arrows, nothing could hurt him anymore. It was as if he was an immortal body, fighting until his last breath before he died.
Seeing this, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song shook their heads and sighed. The two of them were familiar with military books and historical records. It was the first time they encountered such a situation. They were very puzzled. How did this horn be used to train troops? It was probably worse than the eight thousand soldiers Xiang Yu had when he crossed the Yangtze River. The disciple soldiers were even more fierce. Just shouting slogans made them invulnerable. That was why they never dared to attack Guangzong again.
After a while, a group of loyal and brave guards led Zhang Jiao to fight their way out, and a total of 20,000 to 30,000 people were rushed back to the city.
"Hey, Thief Zhang escaped again!"
"Sir, why should you care? This group of thieves relies solely on Zhang Jiao for support. When he was hit by an arrow and fled, let him hide back in the city. With his sick body, even if he was injured by the arrow, he would have to lie down for two or three seconds. Yue, even died just like that. The words of the messenger of that day will be defeated without attacking, so these techniques of exciting the heart can no longer be used, and Guangzong will be easily broken." It was Chen Gong who said this.
"It's just a waste of all the arrangements on the public stage."
In Guangzong City Government Office, a group of people knelt on the ground in the back hall. The commander-in-chief Pei Yuanshao lowered his head and reported: "This breakout was ambushed, and our side suffered heavy losses. Cheng Zhiyuan, Gao Sheng and several other generals were killed in the battle. The soldiers who fled back Only 30,000 people, please let the wise master decide!"
"Decided?"
Zhang Jiao was lying on the couch, looking pale as he looked at his hands, which were covered in blood from the blood column on his chest. He looked helplessly at the roof, only to see that the front gradually became hazy, and there were waves of pain in his body. It invaded my heart, and all the feelings in my body became numb.
The pain of the sharp arrow piercing his chest made him reflect a little. Everyone in the hall saw that he was out of breath, with blood gushing out from his mouth. He raised his hands and said with difficulty, "You... you are waiting..., throw in
... Surrender... The Yellow Turbans are gone and there is no way to recover. Even if all three of my brothers die, we cannot harm these brothers who follow us..."
After saying, "Pong dong!" Zhang Jiao could no longer hold his left hand and slowly lowered it, but his eyes were still not closed and opened sluggishly. He took his last breath and said to himself: "Why?
Will my destiny end? Huang Tiandang Li, is it really a dream? I, I am not willing to...ah..."
Suddenly, a scene appeared in front of him of him talking to his two younger brothers at the beginning of the uprising: "The most rare thing is the people's hearts. Now the people's hearts are in line. It would be a pity if we don't take advantage of the situation to conquer the world!"
Then the scene changed to after he had completed his studies, and before he left the army, Master Nan Hua Lao Tao told Zhenzhen: "After you obtain the "Essential Art of Taiping", you can spread the power of heaven and save the world. If you have different ambitions, you will definitely receive evil retribution.
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Zhang Jiao now finally understood that the reason for the end of his destiny was that he had the ambition to conquer the world, so he was destined to fail! He closed his eyes helplessly...
Seeing that he was motionless, a personal guard stepped forward to investigate. His eyes were dim, his arms were loose, his head was low, and he was not breathing at all.
Sadness came from my heart, and I cried loudly: "The great sage and good teacher...has gone..."
A guard soldier knelt on the ground, looking up to the sky and crying.