The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 585
After a night of silence, the sun slowly rose from the horizon.

First, a bright light tore through the thick black curtain, and then gradually formed a white belly on the horizon, as if a corner of the night curtain was lifted by an invisible hand.

It didn't take much time to go from darkness to light, and the light has already taken over the world from the hands of darkness.

On the wilderness of Gaopingchuan, teams of Yellow Turban cavalry troops galloped across the wilderness. They held banners in their hands and galloped towards the south with the sound of rumbling horseshoes and the sound of hunting banners in the wind.

And just behind them on the Gaoping River, countless people who were bound by ropes, wearing furs, or with disheveled hair, or unkempt faces were gathered together. These people were generals of the Liangzhou Army captured by the Yellow Turban Army.

Not far from their side, large groups of ownerless war horses were driven towards the north.

Facing the howling cold wind, being driven by the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army, they slowly moved towards the north. They didn't know their fate, but faced the sharp swords in the hands of the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army.

No one dared to resist, and those who dared to resist had already died in the scuffle last night.

At this time, it is meaningless to resist after being captured. Unarmed, with his hands tied, there is no chance at all.

The golden morning sun reflected the blood-stained land, and the Gaoping River was strewn with corpses, with a stench of stench.

Countless people died last night, and there is no way to fully count them.

Those prisoners of war stepped on the pool of blood and headed north from the battlefield.

On the edge of the Gaopingchuan battlefield, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army carried the corpses, cleaned the battlefield, and stripped off almost all the weapons and furs from most of the dead soldiers, leaving only the inner clothing.

For today's Yellow Turban Army, all kinds of materials are very important, and every bit of it cannot be easily discarded.

The dead Liangzhou soldiers were placed together, while the dead Yellow Turban soldiers were placed in another place.

The difference is that for every soldier of the Yellow Turban Army who died, those who collected his body solemnly tied a yellow scarf on his body, and found nameplates and tokens proving their identity from them.

In this battle, [-] soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, excluding the followers of Xianbei in the west, returned to Huang Tian and died on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who were cleaning the battlefield, carried the corpses of their dead compatriots, and slowly walked towards the big pit that had just been dug.

Fallen leaves return to their roots and rest in the soil.

These soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army died in Liangzhou. Some of them came from Bingzhou, some from Jizhou, some from Sili, and from all over the world.

There is no way for Xu An to let all the dead soldiers under his command return to their roots. The only thing he can do is to let them rest in peace.

There is a rule in the Yellow Turban Army specified by Xu An, whoever brings back the corpse of his companion can get part of the property of the deceased.

Xu An knelt on the ground with one knee, on the edge of the pit, silently watching the scene in the pit.

In the pits are densely piled up the corpses of the dead soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army. Just yesterday they held up their weapons and shouted at him, a great virtuous teacher, but now they have been buried here forever.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The low horn sounded slowly over the field of Gaopingchuan.

Xu An closed his eyes, and recited in a low voice the scriptures in the "Taiping Jing" that attract the souls of the dead.

A group of Tengxiang Guard's cavalry pawns also half-kneeled on the ground, kneeling behind Xu An, and followed Xu An to chant in a low voice.

On the edge of the tomb, the Taiping Dao talisman holding a nine-stalked staff also recited in a low voice the scriptures to attract the souls of the dead.

The misty sound of chanting sutras, like the voice of a fairy, spread to all directions with the low sound of the horn, the soul flag shook, and the copper bell rang.

Huge Huangtian War Drums stood all around, and the sound of the drums slowly spread into the distance.

There were no cheers, laughter, or shouts, only the voices and music of scripture chanting.

One after another the flags moved with the wind, and one side stood awe-inspiringly in formation.

"call out--------"

The cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army was marching towards the south. As early as yesterday night, Xu An had ordered to move south after dawn.

Zhang Liao took the main cavalry army of the Bingzhou camp one step ahead, and now the ordinary cavalry pawns of the Yellow Turban Army continued south.

Every cavalry army will inevitably pass through the tomb of the Yellow Turban Army. Whenever they pass by, the soldiers in the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army will blow the wooden whistle together to see off their dead robes.

Ma Chao stood among the crowd. He was not bound anymore. Not long ago, the news came that Ma Teng had chosen to join him.

Now Ma Teng is no longer the leader of the Liangzhou rebels and the Xiliang Army, but General Pingdong of the Yellow Turban Army, becoming the third heavy-ranked general in the Yellow Turban Army.

No more confrontation, Ma Chao naturally no longer needs to be bound.

Ma Chao looked around at the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who bowed their heads and saluted silently, and suddenly felt a throbbing in their hearts.

He now suddenly understood his doubts, down to why he felt that the Yellow Turbans were different from any army he had ever seen.

When Ma Chao saw the Yellow Turban Army for the first time, what impressed him most was the high morale of the Yellow Turban Army. Once the sharp wooden whistle on the battlefield sounded, something in the Yellow Turban Army seemed to be awakened. That force supported the Yellow Turban Army to still stand firm in the face of adversity.

In Liangzhou, not many troops will value the life and death of their soldiers.
The dead were even thrown into the wilderness. If they were victorious, they would snatch the corpses back and bury them together, but they would only be buried hastily.

How could it be possible to record the names of every war dead like the Yellow Turban Army, write letters to the family members of every war dead, and even engrave the names of the war dead on Taoist temples, so that they can receive incense from generation to generation? worship.

The chanting is still going on, but the voice has dropped a lot.

Ma Chao saw that Xu An had stood up at this time in the distance, and all the Tengxiang guards had also stood up.

"Get on your horse, we're heading south."

Pound patted Ma Chao, who was still a little dazed, to remind him, then stepped on the stirrup and boarded his horse.

Ma Chao came back to his senses and boarded the horse.

"Where is the 'Taiping Temple' you mentioned?"

Ma Chao turned his head to look at Pound who was on the side, and asked.

The two did not know each other, and Pang De admired Ma Chao's martial arts.

The two are about the same age, and they also have common topics, and they became acquainted with each other after going back and forth.

"The 'Taiping Temple' is just outside Jinyang City. If you want to go, I can take you to the 'Taiping Temple' to offer incense when we capture Liangzhou and return to Division Bingzhou."

Pound glanced towards the east.

"The souls of those who died to liberate the world can go to Huangtian Paradise to obtain eternal Chang'an..."

"That's the respect they deserve."

(End of this chapter)