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Li Shushi's side solved the Yellow Turban Army that Zhu Jun had no spare strength to solve, and the battle on Zhu Jun's side gradually came to an end. The full-text and ad-free novels are all on Aishang Novel Network biquge.info and the Yellow Turban Army trapped in the Eight Formations still can't get rid of the fate of being dished.

In fact, the most terrifying thing about the spell of the Eight Formations is not how powerful its attack power is, but its powerful siege ability and the unpredictable combination of the eight formations that bring about all kinds of bad states that make people depressed to death.

It can be said that if a person who is not familiar with the Eight Formations is trapped in it, then the most important thing he should do is not to run around, but to stay there calmly first, waiting for the enemy to come to the door by himself. Because the Eight Array Diagram constructed with spells is not a permanent fortification after all, once the hidden power is exhausted, the Eight Array Diagram will naturally lose its effect. But if you go around like a headless fly during this time, you will find yourself in a living tragedy.

Of course, if there are a lot of trapped people and the energy contained in the summoned Eight Array Diagram is not enough, then in the absence of external forces, there will still be some people who will survive at a relatively small cost. This is also one of the fatal aspects of this spell.

And another very troublesome part of the Bagua Array is its laughable and laughable characteristic.

In other words, if your army has not studied its route beforehand, the Eight Formations will still give those of your men a sense of the treatment their enemies are enjoying. Of course, if you follow the right path, then you will find that your strength will be multiplied by the Eight Formations, and you will finally easily defeat the enemies that are originally very powerful in your eyes.

It is precisely because of this that although the number of the Yellow Turban Army is very large, but their strength is suppressed, and in the face of the officers and soldiers whose strength has been improved, there is only one way to accompany them.

When the Eight Array Diagram gradually collapsed and disintegrated due to the exhaustion of energy, a huge number of corpses appeared in front of everyone.

"Yizhen killed hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers in Yanzhou, and I killed hundreds of thousands of people here, maybe both of us will accept God's punishment in the future. It's just that if it is for the stability of this great Han foundation, I, Zhu Gongwei, will die without regrets even if I am punished by a thousand knives. Presumably, Yoshima had the same thing in mind when he gave the order. ”

The mass of corpses apparently washed away the joy of victory for the officers and soldiers. Even many battlefield veterans still couldn't help but feel their stomachs churning for a while for such a huge group of corpses, and many recruits who had joined the army for less than a year and some Haoqiang children were even more vomited at this time. Even the largest body search in the past no one wants to do at this time.

In the face of such a large number of corpses, even if someone is willing to go to Taobao, Zhu Jun will organize it. Although these corpses must contain a lot of wealth, but now that the weather is hot and humid, those corpses piled up under the corpse pile will quickly decompose, and if there is an epidemic and is infected by Taobao's soldiers, the danger caused by it will not even be imagined by Zhu Jun.

In the end, Zhu Jun could only ask the soldiers around him to go to Wancheng and ask Li Shushi, who was stationed in Wancheng, to collect accelerants such as fire oil and cooking oil so that the corpses could be cremated collectively. As for whether there were still a few fish that slipped through the net among those corpses, Zhu Jun not only continued to pursue it at this time. In the eyes of this veteran general, Nanyang, the foundation of the Yellow Turban Army's rebellion, has been uprooted by him, and the one or two miscellaneous fish that escaped by chance have lost the breeding ground even if they want to make some moves.

"Report to the marshal, there is news from Wancheng. Just now, General Li Xue of Wancheng defeated the enemy army Han Zhong and captured the enemy chieftain alive. ”

Before waiting for the messenger sent by Zhu Jun to Wancheng, Li Shushi's herald arrived.

"This Han Zhong is really unlucky, I have already let him live, he doesn't go, but he has to run to death. Then it's no wonder I'm ruthless. At the beginning, your revenge can now finally be avenged. ”

Qin Jie, who was the most Nanyang Taishou at the beginning, was seriously injured by Han Zhong, because he lost his control of Nanyang City, and he also lost the opportunity to remove the word "Dai" from the Taishou Dynasty, so Qin Jie often thought that he hated the most in his life.

Zhu Jun, who admired Qin Jie's orders very much and bravely thwarted the enemy's repeated attacks, was very clear about what this young man thought in his heart, so he was also very similar to finding a chance to take revenge for Qin Jie, who was not very sharp now. It's a pity that although Han Zhong used to be very close to him, compared to most of the combat strength of the Yellow Turban Army trapped in the gossip array, Han Zhong's tens of thousands of people are really not worth mentioning, and Zhu Jun also believes that Qin Jie is a person who understands righteousness, and when and how to choose the way of nature.

However, what made Zhu Jun a little secretly glad was that although he had also thought about hoping that Han Zhong would go to Wancheng, and then let Li Shushi, a little guy who was idle and rich, solve this little trouble for him. However, he himself felt that this possibility was really not high, so he didn't have much hope. It's just a pity that Han Zhong has been clever all his life, but when he came, he lifted a stone and hit his own feet, and it fell into the hands of his enemies. The end can be imagined.

"Right Zhonglang, although it is not a pity for Han Zhong's disciples to die, killing him like this will not make those who surrender uneasy and eventually cause new riots. Looking at the appearance of the generals, it seems that they don't want to do more killing. ”

Seeing that Qin Jie, who was trembling and could barely hold the sword in his hand, finally stabbed the sword into Han Zhong's body with his own hands, Li Shushi was still a little worried, because he also saw the angry faces of the more than 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers who surrendered.

"It's not easy at first, if it weren't for his desperate resistance, maybe this Nanyang County would have already become the base camp of the Yellow Turban Army and further threaten the Jingshi, and it wouldn't have been able to hold me up and lead the army south. From this point of view, even if the imperial court did not say anything, it was a great contribution to the country at the beginning. This little favor is not so much a small reward for helping Chu Qi take revenge, but rather a small compensation for the credit that Chu Qi deserved but did not get. ”

"Mr. Shushi, your kindness Qin is unforgettable. In the next generation, Chu Taishou and all the scholars of Wancheng thank you for your righteous deed. If it weren't for Your Excellency's action, Chu Taishou would only have hated Jiuquan. In the future, there will be a trend, and we will never give up. ”

Just when Li Shushi and Zhu Jun were discussing the issue of which is more important than Han Zhong and Qin Jie, Qin Jie, who had to take revenge, came over, and before Zhu Jun or Li Shushi could say anything, he bowed to Li Shushi and made a big gift of more than 90 degrees.

Regarding Qin Jie's big gift, Li Shushi, who was Xiao Zhengtai, was taken aback. Although Qin Jie explained later, Li Shushi's children's shoes still felt that his heart was jumping, for fear that he would be regarded as a thorn in the flesh by the Yellow Turban Army over there. But fortunately, Qin Jie came over just to make a salute, considering his physical condition, Zhu Jun didn't let him stay in the sun for long, and immediately ordered someone to send him back to the place where he lived.

"Alright, those Yellow Turban captives will be handed over to you. If you think you can control them, go to the West River. If you're afraid of trouble, then you can solve it yourself. Hundreds of thousands of people, every time I read about Wu Anjun's deeds in the past, I used to feel that this person was ruthless, and I also felt that his words before his death were so accurate. But now when it comes to himself, he knows how amazing Wu Anjun is, and how bleak his last words before his death were. ”

After speaking, Zhu Jun patted Li Shushi's shoulder with a tired face, as if conveying his helplessness and hesitation. And his departing figure was similarly sluggish, as if strength and courage had been withdrawn from his body at once.

Even Li Shushi originally planned to discuss the disposal of that batch of treasures with him, but he couldn't find a chance to say it. Of course, Li Shushi didn't have the courage to hide those treasures, and he also pointed to Zhu Jun's big tree to top the jar for him.

Its realization is a depressing atmosphere in the entire Wancheng, and it is obvious that the hundreds of thousands of corpses are gradually depositing and fermenting in the depths of everyone's hearts. Maybe some people can survive and become decisive generals on the battlefield; Maybe some people have been stuck in that nightmare for the rest of their lives. But no matter what, the Yellow Turban Rebellion has basically come to an end.

A few days ago, news came from the battlefield in Hebei that Huangfu Song crossed the Yellow River and continued northward to besiege Zhang Liang's army Yu Guangzong. Although the first battle was unfavorable, the next day, Huangfu Song unexpectedly closed the camp to let the soldiers rest, and on the other hand, quietly sent people to observe the enemy's movements.

The Yellow Turban Army was bewitched by Huangfu Song, and the fighting spirit was slightly relaxed, so Huangfu Song took advantage of the night to lead his troops to raid Guangzong at dawn, and fought until the afternoon, successfully defeated the enemy defenders, and killed Zhang Liang and more than 30,000 people. At the same time, more than 50,000 people who fled from the city but were driven to the river embankment by the officers and soldiers drowned, more than 30,000 vehicles were burned, and a large number of people were captured.

After the city was broken, Zhang Jiao, who had been buried in the ground, was broken and killed, and his head was also cut off and sent to Jingshi. As for Huangfu Song's main force, they met the remnants of Julu Taishou Guo Dian and Xinyang Lingyan Zhong and others to surround Zhang Bao who was in Xiaquyang City. Although there is no news of the destruction of the city yet, it will not be delayed for too long.

The Yellow Turban Uprising, which was once a powerful force that was about to sweep in all directions, came to an end. If you look back at the war, you will find that it was not so much a bottom-up uprising of the peasant class as a group of peasants who built a stage and then gave those heroes who had crisscrossed the late Eastern Han Dynasty a chance to appear.

"Your tears, weak and wounded, the miserable white moon bends, hooking the past.

The night was too long, condensed into frost, who was in the attic, cold despair.

The rain flicked gently, the vermilion window, my life on paper, was blown by the wind.

Dreams are in the distance, turning into a wisp of incense, drifting away with the wind, your appearance.

The flowers have fallen late, falling brilliantly, and the fate of the withering world is unbearable.

Don't cross the river with worry, and the autumn heart is split in half, I'm afraid that you won't be able to go ashore and shake for the rest of your life.

Whose country, the sound of horses' hooves is crazy, and my uniform is whistling vicissitudes.

The sky is slightly bright, and you sigh softly, a night of melancholy, so tactful.

The chrysanthemums are remnant, the ground is full of wounds, your smile has turned yellow, the flowers are broken, my heart is quiet.

The north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone, in pairs on the surface of the lake. ”

Gently hugging Su Xiaololi, Li Shuyong sang the song softly in a hoarse voice. And Su Xiaololi was also lying in Li Shushi's arms obediently at this time, quietly listening to his slightly out-of-tune cappella.

Because of curiosity, Li Shushi led his main generals to visit the huge "mass grave". However, just like Schrödinger's cat, Li Shushi was obviously greatly stimulated. The war once again showed this ordinary otaku his cruelty.

Looking at the desperate faces, Li Shushi did not vomit, after all, he had seen more curious corpses. But that sheer quantity, that infinite quantity, that amount that is stored as a set of numbers in the game......

Perhaps for Li Shushi, Su Xiaololi's fragrant and soft body at this time is the harbor of peace in his heart.

It was late at night, the fog was getting thicker, and Dian Wei looked at the couple who were already sleeping peacefully in the wild, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc of a smile. After covering the young couple with a blanket, he gently untied the flask that had been tied to his waist, and walked cross-legged to the side of the young couple, drinking the spirits while watching the bright full moon in the sky.

And not far from Dian Wei, there were two brothers, Zhang Xiu and Zhao Yunshi, who were quietly meditating with a spear......

(End of Volume 2)

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