The battle of Changshe is as perfect as in history, Jiang Hong's little butterfly did not make any big waves after all, at best, it reduced the difficulty coefficient of the Han army to break the enemy army, but without him, the result is still the same, so I don't know if it is a splash.

By the way, there are still hundreds of souls to be counted on him, but Jiang Hong probably knows and doesn't care too much, in troubled times, either you kill others or others kill you, Jiang Hong had this realization on the night he crossed over, and the Yellow Turban siege on the second day strengthened the saying that human life is worthless in troubled times.

As for the theory of cause and effect, Jiang Hong seems to remember that Buddhism was introduced in the Han Dynasty, it seems to be called the White Horse Temple, and it has not been returned to the history teacher, it seems that it is still a junior high school, but this is the territory of our Taoism, and your Buddhism has not yet grown Lao Tzu will be afraid of you.

That night, after successfully being an arsonist, Jiang Hong took people to retreat out of the chaos, as for fishing in troubled waters or something, Jiang Hong felt that he still didn't think about it, if he was a protagonist or something, maybe he could take advantage of the chaos to get Bocai's head, which was a great achievement.

This, saving one's life is also a science, at this moment, go, it is a must, but how to go, this is the key, it is impossible to return directly to Changshe City, only find the big army first.

However, the entire Yellow Turban camp was full of flames, black smoke everywhere, and after turning cautiously for a long time, Jiang Hong felt that he couldn't seem to find his place, and in the end, a team of people led by Huangfu Li happened to meet Jiang Hong and his party, he was not very familiar with Jiang Hong, but he was quite familiar with Chen Ming, the personal soldier beside his uncle.

After successfully integrating into the large army, he followed the fights everywhere, and finally returned to the city with the wounded soldiers and other arsonists at dawn.

Jiang Hong was tired, so he learned from the other soldiers, sat down against the corner, and after a while, he fell asleep deeply.

At noon the next day, Chen Ming put his foot on the round and straight ass of Jiang Hong, who was sleeping, Jiang Hong rolled twice, opened his eyes, looked around, and then looked at Chen Ming with a confused expression.

"What's going on, don't tell me the yellow turban is coming in?"

"How is it possible, the Yellow Turban was defeated last night." Chen Ming said unhurriedly.

"So what happened?" Jiang Hong got up and asked.

"Tell you something?" Chen Ming picked up the helmet that had rolled aside.

"What's the matter?"

"Good thing." Chen Ming raised the helmet and compared it, as if he was looking to see if Jiang Hong's head was suitable.

"What a good thing, you say it quickly," Jiang Hong said hurriedly.

"You've been promoted?" Chen Ming looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see a reason, so he put the helmet on his head

"What?"

"You have been promoted, General Huangfu remembered you this morning, and directly promoted you from a small soldier to a tun commander, jumping three levels in a row." Seeing that he didn't react, Chen Ming gently patted Jiang Hong's face and said.

"Oh", Jiang Hong was stunned, and after a while, he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly asked:

"How many people do I manage?"

Chen Ming glanced at Jiang Hong and said leisurely:

"If you are in charge of people, there are about 200 people in normal times, but now it's a war, and I don't know how much."

Jiang Hong sighed, so calculated, he is now a cadre at the company and battalion level?

"By the way, the general told you to pick up your soldiers in a moment, just outside the city." Chen Ming was about to leave after speaking.

Jiang Hong was willing to let Chen Ming leave so easily, dragging the extremely reluctant Chen Ming with a dead face, and asked him to take him to receive the troops first, and then he would definitely invite him to the largest Qinglou in Luoyang for dinner, even if he didn't know where the largest Qinglou was, but none of this mattered.

Along the way, Chen Ming kept shouting that he hadn't had time to sleep yet, and he was so sleepy that he was dying, Jiang Hong didn't bother to care about what he said, nothing was more important than being an official, he was excited when he thought about it, he was a human being for two lives, he was an official for the first time, and he had hundreds of people under him.

Most of the Han troops have returned to Changshe City to repair, leaving only a small part to clean the battlefield, saying that it is cleaning the battlefield, but in fact there is nothing to clean, weapons? Those scrap copper and rotten iron Han army can't look down on them at all, horses? Most of them were horses, and many of them were roasted, and a few of them escaped that night, and disappeared, and the grain and grass were burned out by a fire that he meowed.

To sum up, the so-called cleaning of the battlefield, in fact, is just to bury the corpses, last night's battle, the Yellow Turban casualties as many as 70,000, nearly 40,000 prisoners, the Han army casualties were less than 3,000. Bocai's 200,000 army evaporated more than half overnight, and I don't know how many people Bocai can gather who successfully escaped, especially Bocai's real combat power, how many Yellow Turban elites are left.

The reason why there is such a big result, in addition to Huangfu Song and Cao Cao, Zhu Jun also came to participate, according to Chen Ming's understanding, Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun and Cao Cao have long been in contact, with fire as the letter, Zhu Jun and Huang Fu Song flanked back and forth, Cao Cao took the elite cavalry back and forth, constantly disrupting the enemy formation, which is known as the turning point of the Yellow Turban Uprising.

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Far away from the Yellow Turban camp, Jiang Hong smelled a fragrance, according to the experience of often going out to dinner in later generations, this is barbecue, and it is the smell of barbecue, but it has been grilled and burnt.

Just now, when he was still reminiscing about the various delicious barbecues in the future, Jiang Hong suddenly remembered what the roast was in front of, and his face turned white all of a sudden, looking at Chen Ming next to him, his face was also not good-looking.

Jiang Hong was a little glad that he didn't eat just now, otherwise he would have vomited all his essence this time, although his stomach was empty now, he still felt a little uncomfortable, nauseated, and wanted to vomit, while Chen Ming on the side quietly took out a black cloth and tied it.

Jiang Hong knew that this was all a psychological effect, so he remembered that when he was in junior high school, he had a bit of secondary two fantasies about Xiuzhen, and he specially went to memorize "Meditation Decision", and he still remembers it now, the first sentence is: Cold for eternity, everything is especially quiet.

Jiang Hong silently recited the meditation trick in his heart, hoping to have some effect and reduce his psychological effect, but after two minutes, Jiang Hong gave up this idea, and it had no effect at all!!!

Pinching his nose, he walked into the ruined Yellow Turban camp, the flames on a wooden stake a few meters away were still struggling tenaciously, most of the corpses had been collected, but looking around, Jiang Hong still saw several corpses lying in the grass, waiting for the Han army to come and bury their corpses.

Seeing that the Han soldiers and soldiers tied a piece of cloth to their mouths, Chen Ming on the side didn't know when he also tied it, it seemed that he had been prepared, in the face of Jiang Hong's questioning, Chen Ming shrugged and explained that he only remembered such a thing when he arrived at the Yellow Turban Camp, and he only had such a piece, he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't help.

Jiang Hong felt that this force was absolutely deliberate, absolutely and absolutely deliberate, he could feel his unstoppable smile through a big black cloth, he seemed to have made a bad friend, the kind that always loved to pit people.

When he arrived at the destination, he stood in front of Jiang Hong, to be precise, he was one half of the tun, Jiang Hong never thought that the one he commanded would be the elite five colonels of the Northern Army, those were all controlled by the magnates, and eighty percent of his subordinates were recruited into the new army with him, but there were barely 100 people, and nearly half of the wounded soldiers, how could he play, of course, they were all lightly injured, and the seriously injured had already returned to the city.

It is said that the five schools of the Northern Army jointly led by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun plus the Sanhe cavalry totaled 40,000, and there were only these 40,000 people who could really be used to fight a tough battle.

The battle of Changshe was victorious, and then what was produced around it was a big cake, of course, the big head was divided by the three people, and he didn't even have the qualifications to look at it, only drooling, but Huangfu Song remembered Jiang Hong's advice, although this strategy was later, it was useless, and with a little love and talent, this gave Jiang Hong the promotion of tun chief.

By the way, this tun happened to be the tun where Jiang Hong was before, because the previous tun chief rushed too hard, one swooped into the enemy's army, and more than half of the people who died barely escaped, and he unfortunately hung up, no, Jiang Hong came to take over.