"Hurry ashore!" Bantu took a few steps back and shouted loudly.

In terms of the art of war, if you attack it across the river, the enemy will be defeated. Zhao Yun's team unceremoniously began to shoot arrows into the river, and the Guishan soldiers who had just been washed did not have time to escape, and they were hit by arrows one after another, and died in the water of the Ganges.

In a moment's effort, the clear water of the Ganges River turned into a sea of blood, Bantu's 50,000 army, more than 20,000 people died, seeing that it was impossible to rush over, Bantu had to lead the remaining 30,000 soldiers and horses, panicked and headed towards the northwest.

At this time, Qian Mo's army had already caught up, and once again blocked Bantu's team, constantly throwing stones and arrows, making it difficult for Bantu's army to advance half an inch.

Having suffered more than 10,000 casualties, Bantu saw that he could not get through Guò Qianmo's block, and in a panic he retreated to the south, and the army led by Ehuan once again blocked his way.

"Haha, although you are extraordinary in martial arts, if you really fight, you may not be my opponent." E Huan rushed over with Fang Tian's halberd.

Because the weapon was destroyed, now Bantu's combat effectiveness is on par with Ehuan, and he fought fiercely for more than 100 rounds, seeing that his subordinates suffered heavy casualties, Bantu had to give up the idea of winning or losing with Ehuan, and hurriedly led the last of more than 10,000 soldiers and horses to return to the way they came.

E Huan didn't chase after him, he smiled and watched him leave, Bantu fled less than five miles in a hurry, and an army of more than 100,000 appeared in front.

The flag was unfurled, the figures of Zhuge Liang and Wang Baoyu appeared, smiling, Zhuge Liang's feather fan pointed forward, and asked in a deep voice: "Bantu, you are already a bird in a cage, a fish in a net, if you don't descend early, when will you wait?" ”

"If you don't kill all the descendants of the Liu family, Ban would rather die than surrender!" Bantu's eyes were on fire, and he rushed forward with his weapon.

"My uncle is the emperor, let's see if you can kill me first!" Wang Baoyu patted the wind tiger under his crotch and came to the front of the battle with a swish.

Bantu really waved his weapon to attack Wang Baoyu, how could he give him a chance to get close, the wind tiger roared at Bantu, a wave of qi rushed forward, the white horse under Bantu's crotch immediately knelt on the ground in horror, due to inertia, Bantu was thrown directly to Wang Baoyu's feet.

Without waiting for Bantu to stand up with his weapon, Fan Jinqiang's iron rod had already arrived in front of him and hit Bantu on the back, of course, the force was not great, it was just enough to knock him unconscious.

Subsequently, Bantu was tied up and sturdy, and was escorted to the rear, and the more than 10,000 Guishan soldiers on the opposite side were as white as paper with fright, trembling, clanging, and the long swords in their hands fell to the ground one after another.

"Leave the weapons behind, let them go, and if they fight again, they will be killed." Zhuge Liang commanded.

Xiangju hurriedly translated this sentence, and the Kushan soldiers threw down their weapons and fled in all directions.

"Return to Moro City and rest for two days, and then march again." Zhuge Liang said.

After the army burned the corpses of the Kushan soldiers, they gathered together and returned to the city of Moro, Zhuge Liang certainly did not forget to let go of the river, and there was a water source in the city of Moro again, and the residents all cheered with joy.

Zhuge Liang's army advanced all the way here, and had already annihilated the 200,000 army of the Kushan Dynasty, dealing a heavy blow to the Kushan Dynasty.

There is still a thorny problem left, which is how to deal with the character of Bantu, since he was captured, Bantu has not said a word, refused to eat, and made an attitude of bent on death.

After Bantu became a famous general in the Han Dynasty, Zhuge Liang never had the intention of killing him, and showed absolute patience, not for anything else, but he couldn't let his loyal ministers have no queen, causing regret for the ages.

Simple persuasion may not be able to impress Bantu's deep-rooted hatred, and after some deliberation, Zhuge Liang set up a high platform in the city of Moro, and ordered people to engrave the spiritual seat of the Xia clan and place it on it in order.

Zhuge Liang ordered someone to escort Bantu over, Bantu disdained this, the Han people are the best at demagogy, people are already dead, what is the use of engaging in these rituals.

"Zhuge Liang, if you want to kill or chop, I will never frown!" Bantu yelled.

"Alright, yelling fart!" Wang Baoyu glanced at Bantu with disdain, and said: "The mistakes of the day are irreparable, when will the wrongs be retributed?" I heard that you have three sons, do you also want to implicate them again because of your mistakes today? ”

Bantu was speechless, his heart was tormented, and he was caught between the hatred of his ancestors and the protection of his young son, which really made people unable to see through.

Zhuge Liang didn't look at Bantu all the time, and as soon as the hour came, Zhuge Liang personally knelt on the ground and bowed to these spiritual positions, and the accompanying civil and military generals also bowed.

The corners of Bantu's mouth twitched, he didn't expect Zhuge Liang to be able to do this, and he was even thinking, if Emperor Shun had such a virtuous appearance by his side in the past, how could the Ban clan suffer from the disaster of annihilation!

Zhuge Liang also personally wrote a memorial to mourn the great achievements of the Ban clan, and highly praised its great achievements in pacifying the Western Regions and promoting national integration.

Finally, Zhuge Liang especially emphasized that after his death from illness, his descendants were wronged, hated Huangquan, and the world was sad together, mourning for all eternity, and there was no time for repentance! May the deceased rest in peace, the living be safe, the Han family bows its head, and future generations forgive!

When Zhuge Liang recited this long sacrificial text, his voice was full of emotion, tears were like rain, like a funeral examination approval, even Wang Baoyu kept wiping his tears, and he couldn't wait to cry out to be happy.

When Bantu saw this scene, he tried his best to endure it at first, but tears poured out like a flood that broke the embankment, and then turned into a howling cry, and the resentment of the ancestors made him live a very depressed day every day, and it was very rare to cry bitterly.

Seeing that Bantu was almost crying, Zhuge Liang ordered someone to loosen Bantu's ties, and Bantu knelt over, kowtowing to his ancestors until his head was bloody.

According to local custom, Zhuge Liang then sent these spiritual seats to a nearby pagoda for later generations to worship with incense, and then returned to the official residence, and at the same time called Bantu.

"General Ban, the Han people remember the high merits of the Ban family, and give you two ways to choose from today, one is to go back to Shu with me, and the saint will announce to the world that it is Ban's Zhaoxue, and then you can also leave, as for where to go, I will never ask, I will also order the whole army, not to harm you." Zhuge Liang said.

"What the prime minister said is true, your ancestors will always be remembered by future generations, from the child, his wonderful story has been written into the textbook, from ancient times to the present day can do this. If your ancestors have spirits in heaven, of course I hope that the descendants of the Ban clan will prosper and prosper, and I don't want you to make unnecessary sacrifices. Wang Baoyu also sighed and said.

Bantu burst into tears, and he didn't speak for a long time, at this time he was so confused that he didn't know how to choose, no matter which one he chose, it was a mixed blessing for him.