The World of Yellow Sky

The sky and the earth are turning upside down, the fire is about to die, the building is about to collapse, and a tree is hard to hold...

It's just why, the once extremely powerful man, why did he come to this point.

It's ridiculous.

Looking at the devastation, looking at the battlefield full of corpses.

Zhang Yi slowly raised his head, stared at Xu An and asked: "Now that the country is in crisis, the Rongdi in the north are on the sidelines, watching them covetously, trying to chase them away, but you are rebelling in the interior, burning, killing, and looting." Looting, attempting to subvert the country?"

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, the eight prefectures rose together. Your Yellow Turban Army rebelled in various places, plundered counties and counties, and coerced the people, causing many people to be displaced."

"Invading the two counties of Hedong and Shangdang, cutting off the connection between the imperial court and Bingzhou, and putting hundreds of thousands of people in Bingzhou in danger, is this your morality?"

"Now, taking advantage of the fact that the Huns are going south, they come to help with the righteous words of 'clothes and crown'. In fact, it is just that the Yellow Turban Army lacks cavalry and cannot defeat the Huns. Cavalry, just drive the Xiongnu Huqi out of Taiyuan County, so that you can capture Bingzhou..."

Just when Zhang Yi wanted to continue, Xu An interrupted Zhang Yi's words.

"Don't be like An'an starving to death, like you are fighting a praying mantis?"

Xu An took another step forward, and he was only five steps away from Zhang Yi.

"Why don't you starve to death quietly? Why do you still want to be that praying mantis with arms blocking traffic? Is that what Shi Jun meant?"

Zhang Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, and Xu An continued.

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, when there was a severe drought in the world, not only was there no food for relief, but the excessive miscellaneous taxes did not decline by half, but the taxes benefited the public."

"The fields of the rich are endless, the poor have no place to stand, the wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, the roads are frozen to death, stealing and plundering, setting up names cleverly, tyrants run rampant in the countryside, and the aristocratic families are domineering!"

Xu An raised his horsewhip and asked, "I have worked half my life, facing the loess, with my back facing the scorching sun, working all day long, but most of the food and property I got have to be handed over to the court."

"I and other small people have suffered a lot, and the officials are corrupt and bully us wantonly. Even so, we still swallow our anger, just wanting to find a way to survive, but those high-ranking nobles would rather rot the delicacies at home than spend Qian Cai indulges in sensuality, and is unwilling to slow down a bit, leaving us a way to survive..."

"People don't fear death, so how can they fear death!"

Xu An threw the whip viciously on the grass.

"You said that our Yellow Turban Army engulfed the people, causing countless people to be displaced, and the eight states rose together. There must be street pickers mixed in, I can't deny it."

"But why do we want to rise up, have you ever thought about it? The teaching of Taipingdao is to persuade people to be good. After more than ten years, the court naturally understood that it is not a cult. The ultimate reason is not because of those eunuchs The rich and powerful want to be proud and luxurious?"

"If the imperial court can give me a way to survive, how can we rise up again? Is there really someone who can use flesh and blood to block the blade made of steel without feeling afraid?"

"Guangzong City, Xia Quyang, did the court of Wancheng give us a way to survive?"

Zhang Yi looked embarrassed and said nothing.

"The Shijun is willing to commit the crime of collaborating with the enemy, and he is not willing to let the people of Bingzhou become the slaves of the Huns, with their left skirts on their backs. I admire the Shijun for his character."

"But why can't Shijun come down from the high temple, come to the countryside, come to the settlements, come to the market, come to the fields, and see how we humble people like ants live."

"You can know that I have worked hard for a year, trembling, not daring to neglect the slightest. What I have gained in a year is only enough to maintain food and clothing..."

"May I know how much taxes, taxes, and corvees I have to pay in a year, and how much we have worked hard for a year, how much have we earned?"

"Let me know that the powerful family is human, and we are also human. The powerful family has wives and parents, and we also have wives and parents. We are not numbers drawn with pen and ink on the official documents, we are also living people! "

"If you don't know, if you live in the temple, how can you know how difficult the life of ordinary people like us is..."

"To make you high above, sit and enjoy the delicacies, live in the bright hall, point out the country, be impassioned, strategize, reject the Huns in the north, how can you have leisure and elegance, and take care of the lives of ordinary people like us?"︶ㄣ

"Hahahahaha..."

Xu An laughed, and the laughter grew louder and turned into a wanton laugh.

"The envoy has the reputation of being diligent in government and loving the people in Bingzhou, but it is the king's government that makes you diligent, and it is the scholars and people who love you. We, the humble people waiting in the rice paddies, are not loved by the envoy. In a place of bitter cold, bravely kill the enemy and fight bloody battles, but there is no chance of success."

"My lord, open your eyes and look to the north. That's the direction of the Great Wall. The Great Wall was built to resist the nomads in the north. It was not built by the nobles of Qin, Zhao, Yan and other countries, nor was it built by the first emperor who swept across the six countries. It was not built by the emperors and princes of the Han Dynasty."

"Buried in the Great Wall are the corpses of small people like me who are promoted and traffickers. They are small people like us who can't even be counted as ordinary people in the eyes of powerful families. They moved one piece of blue bricks to build it. The Great Wall It was built by ordinary people like us with flesh and blood!"

Xu An raised his hand, pointed behind Zhang Yi, and said, "Master, please look back."

"Aren't the soldiers who followed you on the expedition, those soldiers guarding the frontier, all descendants of aristocratic families, powerful descendants, and wealthy families?"

Chapter 242 Zhang Yi

Zhang Yi had no words, he didn't know how to refute Xu An's words. ?

That high-spirited young man, that young man who held a sword and vowed to make great wishes, that young man full of fighting spirit has long since disappeared in the long river of time.

He ascended to the high position of governor step by step, but he forgot many things. He has lived in the temple for a long time, and he has indeed forgotten the sufferings of the people, and the hardships of the people living at the bottom.

"People don't fear death, so why do they fear death..."

Zhang Yi let out a long sigh.

Diligent in the administration of the king, but not in the affairs of the people; love the scholars and the people, but not the common people.

What's wrong with him, when he was young, he traveled around the world, encountered injustice on his way, and dared to draw his sword to fight.

Seeing officials running rampant in the countryside, he dared to hold a sword and scold them angrily. Seeing the poor people, he also had a heart of compassion and was willing to donate property to them.

Supporting the saddle, Zhang Yi got off the horse and stood on the grass. He made a deep gesture to Xu An, and said: "The path of the mountain path, if you use it, you can make it; Maosai is dead, and now Maosaizi's heart is dead."

"As General Xu said, Bingzhou has become an isolated state and cannot be guarded. The Southern Huns have retreated, and our army is exhausted. The general wants to take Bingzhou, but it will be soon."

Zhang Yi slowly untied the Han sword from his waist, held the sword in both hands, and walked slowly towards Xu An.

Seeing this, Lu Bu and Xu Huang both rode forward slightly, guarding Xu An's side.

"Today, I hand over Bingzhou to the general. I only hope that the general will get the land of Bingzhou, and he can work hard to govern, resist the Huns, and protect the people of Bingzhou."

Zhang Yi raised the Han sword with both hands, raised it over his head and handed it to Xu An, speaking sincerely.

Xu An bent down and took the Han sword from Zhang Yi's hand.

This Han sword is Zhang Yi's saber, but it looks quite simple, even the hilt is a little whitish.

Xu An grasped the hilt of the sword and exerted a little force, but after hearing a clear sound, a cold light was already reflected in Xu An's eyes.

"Good sword!"

Xu An sighed in admiration, the exterior decoration is obviously a bit old, but the blade is still sharp, presumably the owner must cherish it very much.

A look of remembrance appeared on Zhang Yi's face, and a different look appeared in his eyes. He said with a smile, "This precious sword was given to me by my father when I was an adult. He has followed me through countless journeys." The place."

"At the beginning, I made an oath that I was willing to hold this sword to wipe out the villains for my big man, and protect my big man's people to prosper and thrive!"

"Unfortunately……"

The look in Zhang Yi's eyes slowly dimmed.

"I have not been able to wipe out the evil, nor have I the ability to promote Anbang..."

Zhang Yi turned around, returned to his horse, and ordered to the guard beside him, "Get the pen."

The guard knight fell over for a while, and took out the pen and ink from the bag.

Zhang Yi took the bamboo slips, and in the afterglow of the sun at dusk, he slowly wrote on the bamboo slips.

Zhang Yi didn't stop writing until the sun was about to completely sink into the mountains.

Looking at the bamboo slip in front of him, Zhang Yi put it on the ground and said to Xu An: "I have written the reason clearly on the bamboo slip. The general may use this thing to persuade Yanmen and Xihe counties to surrender when the time comes."

Zhang Yi ordered his personal guards to hand over the bamboo slips to Xu An, and then turned to look at the silent soldiers of the Han army.

"Please don't worry, I, Zhang Yi, will be responsible for all the crimes, and I have nothing to do with you."

"Zheng!"

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and pulled out the ring head knife hanging on the saddle, and placed it horizontally beside his neck.

"Your Majesty!"

All the soldiers of the Han army around him rushed forward one after another, and they all became nervous.

"My lord, absolutely not!"

Li En walked to Zhang Yi's side, but he didn't dare to go any further.

"My lord, this is..."

Xu An also didn't expect that Zhang Yi wanted to draw his sword and kill himself.

"I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

With the horizontal sword on his neck, Zhang Yi looked at Xu An sincerely and begged, "General Xu, I have one more request."

Xu An said: "But it's okay to say."

"The soldiers under my command have been guarding the frontier in the bitter cold for a long time, and they have not committed the crime of oppressing the villagers. I also ask the general not to kill more."

Xu An nodded and said: "I said before that if I take over Bingzhou, I will definitely not wantonly kill."

"The defeat of the Xiongnu in this battle depends on the hard work of all the troops. How could I kill the hero without authorization?"

Zhang Yi nodded and said, "If that's the case, I'm relieved."

"Li En."

Zhang Yi looked back at Li En behind him and shouted.

"exist."

Hearing Zhang Yi's call, Li En stepped forward and immediately replied.

Zhang Yi continued: "Xu An is the lord of benevolence and righteousness. When the Yellow Turban Army entered Bingzhou, they could still save the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Bingzhou, so that they would not be reduced to slaves with their left coats on."

"My last general order is to welcome Xu An to join the prefecture."

Zhang Yi looked up at the setting sun that had almost completely disappeared into the mountains. He felt a little sad for a moment, and the things he had experienced in his life flashed quickly in his mind.

"The hair is like a leek, cut it back to life, the head is like a chicken, cut it and sing again. Officials don't have to be feared, and small people should never be taken lightly."

"After all, I failed..."

The blood-stained ring head knife fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Zhang Yi's body also fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his neck, slowly staining the grass beneath him red, and the world in front of him began to become blurred.

Zhang Yi felt that his body became much lighter, and time seemed to return to his youth.

"Father?!"

Zhang Yi was a little dazed, and his father, who had passed away long ago, appeared in his blurred vision.

"What are my son's ambitions for the future?"

Suddenly, dazzling sunlight appeared in front of the dark eyes.

Zhang Yi saw a high-spirited young man holding a simple sword and swearing with it.

"I would like to hold this sword to wipe out the treacherous evil for my big man, and protect my big man's people to prosper the country!"

……

The sun has set and the sky has darkened.

The large formation of the Yellow Turban Army and the cavalry guards beside Xu An had already been turned into torches, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers holding torches gathered in the wilderness into a raging sea of ​​flames.

The fierce battle in the wilderness was over, and Li En surrendered to Xu An with the last remaining 3000 Han troops.

At night, Xu An ordered Xu Huang to lead the soldiers to garrison the original camp of the Han army.

He led the troops back to Yong'an City with the remaining parts, as well as the surrendered troops of the Han army.

On the second day, Xu An led the Yellow Turban Army Soldiers Battalion and Ruishi Battalion, and marched northward with a mighty army.

The towns along the way were all opened by the Yellow Turban Army with Zhang Yi's seal, and did not receive too much resistance.

Zhang Yi led his troops to the south and almost dispatched most of the county soldiers, so there are very few county soldiers left behind in the city.

It was because Xihe County dispatched a large number of soldiers to the south that Xihe County seemed powerless to resist the attack of the Southern Huns.

Xu An commanded the Yellow Turban Army to quickly control the passage from Xihe County to Taiyuan County. Although they repelled the Southern Huns, they still had to beware of the Southern Huns' invasion again.

Chapter 243 Entering the Lord and Merging the State

Zhongping four years (187 years), until late May.

The Yellow Turban Army has controlled all the cities in Taiyuan County, and the Yellow Turban Army guarding the pass in Shangdang County has also been liberated and settled in Taiyuan County.

Originally, Yanmen County and Xihe County were also attacked by the Huns at the same time, so people in Bingzhou were already panicked.