Luoyang, North Palace.

"Say, what the hell is going on?" Emperor Han Ling threw the piece on Zhang Rang's head in extreme annoyance, and then asked hysterically.

"This, Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible, the small one's loyalty to His Majesty, Your Majesty can see it." Zhang Rang said cryingly.

"The Yellow Turban Thieves must have colluded with Wang Yun's gang to murder Xiao. Small. Little wrong, Your Majesty. Zhang Rang knelt on the ground crying as he spoke.

"Your Majesty, I really haven't done this before." Zhang Rang continued to cry. It seems that he really encountered a great desire, Wang Yun secretly investigated, and reported this matter to their Majesty Emperor Han Ling, this matter was seen by Emperor Han Ling, very annoyed, he immediately called Zhang Rang over to scold, he wanted to ask if there was such a thing.

Zhang Rang is a cunning person. He knows very well that in this matter, he must not admit it, rebellion, this is definitely a big deal, if he admits such a thing, then things will become very difficult to do, so the only way is to refuse to admit it, and if he does not admit it, he will frame Wang Yun, because these are all good things that Wang Yun did.

"Your Majesty, the little ones have indeed done some things that offended some ministers for the sake of Your Majesty, but the little ones have done so for the sake of Your Majesty. That Wang Yunding was jealous and hated the small, so he did such a thing. Zhang Rang said. Explaining it like this made Emperor Han Ling believe it.

"Get up, I, I still believe in you." Emperor Han Ling said. For the people around him, Emperor Han Ling trusted those ministers very much, but he didn't believe it, this kind of suspicious character made Emperor Han Ling do things, sometimes very weird, and sometimes very absurd.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the little one is willing to smear His Majesty's liver and brain." Zhang Rang said excitedly. Emperor Ling of Han finally believed in Zhang Rang. For Wang Yun, he will let Tingwei take people.

After walking out of the palace, Zhang Rang scolded in extreme annoyance.

"Wang Yun boy. I will not spare you. Zhang Rang said fiercely. He is a man who must repay his money, and he will do what he says.

Cangting. The Yellow Turban Army was completely defeated. A large number of Yellow Turbans were taken prisoner. They gathered together with their hands tied.

"General, what to do with these prisoners of war?" A lieutenant asked.

Huangfu Song looked at those Yellow Turban Bandits, if they were released, it would inevitably cause even greater chaos, and it would take a lot of time to place them. His goal is the Yellow Turban Army in the north, and the empire cannot be in turmoil again.

"Kill." Huangfu Song ordered.

"No." The lieutenant quickly left after receiving the order, and then passed the order and went.

"Knock knock." The rumbling drums of war immediately sounded, and more than 7,000 Yellow Turban prisoners were taken to an open place in turn.

After Huangfu Song saw it, he waved his arms.

"Puff puff." The axemen quickly saw the heads of the Yellow Turban prisoners, and then the next group, those who tried to resist were killed on the spot, and then many people lowered their heads, and they chose to accept their fate. If you knew this, it was better to resist. Many people trembled with fear. More people are incontinent. But this will not prevent the officers and soldiers from continuing to massacre them.

"Oh my God." Lao Jia stopped in a nearby forest with a caravan, because there was a Yellow Turban Army, they did not rush back to the base quickly, this scene happened to be seen by Lao Jia.

"Puff puff". The knife rises and falls. Heads were cut off, more and more headless corpses were piled up, and everywhere there was a blood-red color, and those who watched could not speak, and their hearts were very afraid. Lao Jia's face turned pale in an instant. Then he found a place to vomit constantly, although he had seen killing, but such a large-scale killing, still made his heart almost jump out. The killings of officers and soldiers were too serious. He clearly saw that more than 7,000 captives, who were still living people, had their heads cut off at once, and this kind of thing, if he didn't say it, he couldn't believe it.

The killing lasted for a long time, Lao Jia didn't know when the official army ended, and there was a smell of blood everywhere in the air, although the official army had taken some measures to cover it up, but the strong smell of blood. Make everyone feel uncomfortable.

"This officer and soldier have killed too badly. The Yellow Turban Thieves are so pitiful. So said those who came with him.

"Alright. Let's take a detour out of here. Lao Jia said. He felt that more ghosts would emerge from the dead. This will continue for a long time, and many of them will encounter this situation, and this situation will make them feel very scared.

The slaughter of captives was not new in ancient times, and the more you kill, the more you will be credited. This kind of killing is a gift of heads, a gift of merit, as long as some people pay attention to this matter, this kind of thing will definitely not be too few. The killing will continue, as far as how many kills are concerned. How many people will survive, this and this is not known.

After the killing, the officers and soldiers continued to move north, and the Yellow Turban Army in the north was their most important target.

On the way back to Lijiazhuang, Shang Wu and Jia Xu saw that the guerrilla forces were growing rapidly, and guerrilla areas, as well as pieces of base areas had been created, Lao Mu seemed to like guerrilla warfare very much, their tactics were very flexible, and they dealt heavy blows to the enemy, which would make their situation very favorable.

"I think we can go back and publish a book or a teaching material, which is called, guerrilla warfare." Shang Wu said to Jia Xu.

"How others have learned this method. It's not good. Jia Xu said.

"Well, I don't think so." Shang Wu said.

"Guerrilla warfare cannot be separated from the support of the people, and without their support, guerrilla warfare would not be called guerrilla warfare at all." Shang Wu said.

"On the contrary, regular combat is relatively difficult. For some units that are accustomed to guerrilla warfare, it is very difficult to let them fight regular warfare and sports warfare, and their way of thinking may not change, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for our officers and men to adapt to it for a while. Before they are familiar, they should be regularized and reorganized, which is equivalent to compressing them and making their combat capability more consolidated. Shang Wu said what he thought.

"Well, I think so, in this way, the combat effectiveness of our team will be greatly improved, and the problem of excellent weapons and equipment can be greatly solved." Jia Xu said.