In the Yellow Turban Camp, those Yellow Turban soldiers who have lost their armor can be seen everywhere fleeing. Too many soldiers did not die under the blade of the sword battalion, but died in their own pushing and trampling. Some of the soldiers tried to flee from both sides of the camp, but they were confronted with the raging fire. One by one, the soldiers were trampled to death by their comrades who ran in a panic, and some were squeezed into the fires on both sides and burned to death with their clothes on fire. The wails, cries for help, and cries for mercy continued throughout the Yellow Turban camp.

Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Sun Ling put away the spear in his hand that harvested his life, and looked at those burning men who were desperately begging for help without saying a word. Is this too cruel? Sun Ling asked himself.

"My lord, you must not have compassion, this battle is related to the changes in the entire battle situation, and there is no room for mistakes. The mournful bones in Yuzhou, the innocent people who suffered the scourge are because of these yellow scarves. Although he claims to be a rebel, he does everything he does to rape, kill, and plunder. The Lord had mercy on them, but how had they ever had mercy on the people who had died miserably? Please focus on the big picture! Guo Jia on the side saw that Sun Ling seemed to be a little soft-hearted, and hurriedly dismounted and came to the front and said in a loud voice.

"Please take the overall situation first!" Xun You and Xu Shu obviously noticed Sun Ling's abnormality, and after Guo Jia spoke, the two also persuaded in unison.

Guo Jia's words were tantamount to a thunderclap for Sun Ling, who felt pity at this time. Yes, I pity them, and who will pity the innocent people who died in this war? Asking himself in his heart, Sun Ling woke up in shock.

Looking at the three military advisors in front of him who persuaded him, Sun Ling suppressed a trace of wavering in his heart. I adjusted my mentality and saluted them. Wen Sheng said: "The timely words of the three military advisors are tantamount to Daigo empowerment, and Wenda has been taught. ”

"It is the blessing of the people of the world that the lord can introspect himself, and this is our duty, and the lord must not do this." Guo Jia and the others saw Sun Ling saluting, and hurriedly bowed and saluted back.

For Sun Ling, he listened to his words and dared to admit his mistakes. The hearts of the three of them were also warm at this time, and it was a blessing for them to be loyal to such a master.

Now that he had made up his mind in his heart, Sun Ling drove the white dragon horse to continue to raise his gun and kill the fleeing yellow turbans in front. Wielding the spear in his hand, in a moment, Sun Ling's body was like a Shura hell, and the blood gathered into a small pool of blood on the uneven ground, which made people tremble when they saw it.

The killing ended temporarily with the last few thousand Yellow Turban soldiers escaping from the back camp, and seeing that there was no more Yellow Turban soldiers beside him, Sun Ling listened to the vibration coming from the back camp. Only then did he glance at the woods in the back camp not far away, he knew that it should be Zhao Yun who had arrived, and then led the Badao Battalion to chase out the back door of the camp.

Sun Ling led the army out of the camp, only to see that Zhao Yun had already surrounded the escaped Yellow Turban soldiers with two thousand Badao battalions. At this time, these Yellow Turban soldiers fled in panic, and there were no more than one of them who still had weapons in their hands. There were only about a hundred people with swords in their hands, staring at these heavy armored cavalry who surrounded themselves and others in fear on the periphery, and the remaining more than 2,000 people were hiding behind these hundred or so people with their bare hands.

"Kill!" Thinking of the tragic situation of the people in the world after the Yellow Turban Riot, Zhao Yun did not even have the slightest pity for these Yellow Turban soldiers. With a killing word shouted, he drove the sweaty BMW under his crotch to kill it.

In the face of the blades of these sword battalions, the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers could not resist even a moment, and fell down one by one like harvested wheat.

The whole battlefield fell silent, and the wails and screams were gone. The only thing that was there was the neighing of horses from time to time and the rows of soldiers of the sword battalion wearing black armor with murderous intent.

"My lord, this time our army annihilated more than 38,000 enemies and captured a large amount of grain, grass and property. Although some Yellow Turban soldiers still escaped, there should not be many of them. The Yellow Turban Thief was the first to be ambushed, and forty-five people were killed in the battle of the Badao Battalion. When Zhang Bao's tent was said to be at the end, Guo Jia gasped, and his tone was full of disbelief. 10,000 against 40,000, and only forty-five people were killed. This data is unbelievable to him.

Hearing Guo Jia say that forty-five people were killed in the battle, Sun Ling's brows suddenly furrowed. Raising his hand, he slapped the table in front of him in two, and said angrily: "Is this battle so smooth that forty-five people still died?" "Maybe for Guo Jia, it is already an incredible brilliant record, but the death of these forty-five people is serious for Sun Ling.

Looking at the broken table and Sun Ling, who might be ignited and exploded at any time, Guo Jia, Xun You, and Xu Shu glanced at each other, and couldn't help but cry and laugh. Sun Ling's reaction was beyond their expectations, and they should be happy to have this kind of record.

Although this battle was due to the hasty response of the Yellow Turbans, and the lord playing that treasure, the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers was completely lost. But the lord must not forget that the advantage of the cavalry is in the land of a flat river, the scope of this camp is narrow, it is not conducive to the cavalry, and the death of forty-five people is already a great victory. Helpless, Guo Jia could only speak out again.

Belch...... Listen to Guo Jia's explanation. Sun Ling suddenly realized why this battle was obviously a one-sided massacre, but his own sword battalion still killed a lot of people, it turned out to be because of this.

"I see, I was negligent. Fengxiao, these 45 people who died in the war must be recorded in the book and must not be omitted. ”

"Rest assured, the soldiers killed in battle have been recorded, and there is no mistake in guaranteeing it." When it comes to the issue of recording the war dead, Guo Jia still doesn't understand. Later, after asking Dian Wei, he knew the reason, and Guo Jia also admired Sun Ling's preferential treatment of these soldiers after their deaths. It is no wonder that the Badao Battalion is so fearless to death, and it is naturally cautious and cautious when recording the list.

"Yes, that's very good. Now that Zhang Bao has been solved, shouldn't we also consider how to take down Zhang Liang outside Guangzong City? Sun Ling saw what was going on here, and asked everyone.

As the sun set, Sun Ling was sorting out the post-war affairs and discussing with everyone how to take Zhang Liang. A man in tattered clothes, in a messy body, with a yellow turban wrapped around his head, quickly came to the left gate of Guangzong City and talked to the head of the city, showed something to the city guard, and was pulled up to the city head by the hanging basket that was put down, and then ran towards the Zhangjiao residence in the city without stopping.

Zhang Jiao has been in a very bad mood recently, since he met the immortal master Yu Ji and got his "Taiping Sutra", Zhang Jiao thinks that he is a man of destiny. In a few years, he went from nothing to the creation of Taiping Dao, and was called "Great Sage and Good Teacher" by the people in the Tao and those people. Originally, the time for the uprising was prepared, and it would go smoothly. Unexpectedly, all this was told in advance by Tang Zhou, the person in charge of Luoyang, and he had no choice but to revolt in advance.

Although he was accused of a hasty uprising in advance, Zhang Jiao felt that he was a man of destiny and could still succeed. Sure enough, less than a month after the uprising, the Yellow Turban swept half of the Han Dynasty, and it was his happiest time during that time. However, the good times did not last long, and there began to be private armies formed by the official army of the Han Dynasty and the forces of various clans to crusade against him. At the beginning, the yellow scarf was still singing all the way, which can be said to be invincible.

However, with the emergence of famous generals of the Han Dynasty such as Huangfu Song and Lu Zhi, the battle began to stalemate. Stalemate is stalemate, Zhang Jiao is convinced that if he gives him time, he will definitely be able to destroy the Han Dynasty. At this moment, a person appeared, the young Fu Sun Ling, the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, who should now be called a hussar general.

Thinking of Sun Ling, Zhang Jiao hated it so much, that is, he wiped out the Bocai army that was supposed to come to support him, and it was he who swept away the yellow scarves in the entire Yuzhou. was hit by Sun Ling's successive blows, which made Zhang Jiao's already bad body collapse suddenly. In the face of Huangfu Song, the approach of Lu Zhi's army can only hold on to Guangzong City now. Wait until the second brother comes, so that the third brother will have a way to break the crisis in front of him, Zhang Jiao, who is half leaning on the head of the bed, said secretly in his heart.

"General Tiangong has already rested, let's come back tomorrow if I have something important." The voice of the guards sounded outside the door, pulling Zhang Jiao back from his contemplation.

"Ahem, let him ...... Come on in. Along the head of the bed, Zhang Jiao straightened up and shouted weakly towards the door.

The door opened, and a ragged soldier, led by several guards, walked to Zhang Jiao's bed and knelt down sadly and shouted, "General Tiangong! ”

"You are the leader of my second brother's personal guard, I remember you. Why did you come to the city alone, your general? Looking at the embarrassed leader of the guards in front of him, Zhang Jiao instantly had an ominous premonition, and asked him in a hurry.

"Woo, it's gone, it's gone...... 40,000 troops were killed by the Naha Sword Battalion, and my general was also killed by the Naha Sword Battalion generals. The last general is incompetent and failed to protect the general, so I beg General Tiangong to avenge my general. The mournful voice of the leader of the guards came.

"Sun Ling, it's Sun Ling again. Kill my general, destroy my back road. Now I killed my second brother again, this revenge is not avenged, I will not be a person! Poof......" When he first heard the bad news, Zhang Jiao broke away from the arm held by the guards and stood in front of the bed. After finishing speaking, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and he fainted in anger and fell into the arms of the guards who stepped forward in a panic.

"Come quickly, go to the doctor, General Tiangong is sick." Holding the fainting Zhang Jiao in his arms, the guards shouted loudly.

Because of Zhang Bao's bad news and Zhang Jiao's illness, the entire Guangzong City was panicked, and the changes in the city were naturally seen by the Han army spies stationed outside the city. Sun Ling, who was thousands of miles away, didn't know anything about all this, and Sun Ling was still discussing with everyone how to deal with Zhang Liang at this moment