People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 194 That Man
The battlefield was still noisy, but the noise gradually changed from the shouting and entanglement of both sides to one-sided scolding and orders. Under the stranglehold of the Yellow Turban Army, the morale of a large number of officers and soldiers began to collapse rapidly, and surrenders occurred one after another.

The supervisory team of officers and soldiers in the rear would initially punish the surrendered soldiers through harsh execution methods, but when the trend of surrender became more and more serious, many of them saw that the situation was not good, so they simply dropped their weapons and began to surrender with the crowd.

And those supervisors who are still executing surrendering soldiers may even be killed first by the soldiers who want to surrender.

When the course of the war has become irreversible, the soldiers will no longer be willing to fight fearlessly; the will to survive will prevail, and once the momentum of surrender appears, it can no longer be suppressed.

In terms of the competition of fighting will, the officers and soldiers were far inferior to the Yellow Turbans. It was difficult to expect a group of soldiers without pay to fight hard.

As Gongsun Zan fought, he found that the number of soldiers around him was decreasing. Looking back, he gave a bitter smile. It seemed that he would die here today.

He never thought that his high aspirations would be aborted at the hands of the Yellow Turbans before he even took the first step.

Suddenly, he seemed to dream back to the time when he first fought against the Yellow Turbans when they first entered Zhuo County.

The story begins with the ambush of the Yellow Turbans, and ends with the ambush of the Yellow Turbans. It has a beginning and an end, and it is a really good story.
The thought of surrendering flashed through his mind, but he quickly rejected it.

Although his ending was somewhat embarrassing, at least the first half of his life was still wonderful. He started out as a neglected bastard of the family, but through his own hard work, he became a hero in Youzhou. If he hadn't met this guy Xu Guangtou, his life would have continued to be wonderful.
I, Gongsun Zan, have lost everything, except this last bit of pride. Otherwise, my entire life will become a joke!

Taking a final deep breath, Gongsun Zan looked grimly at the front position. He was going to end his life with a fatal charge.

The next moment, he suddenly rushed forward. This time, only the last few loyal guards around him followed him to fight.

The Yellow Turban army closed in, surrounding them all in an instant, and then launched attacks from all directions at once. Almost at the first sight, the few remaining personal soldiers were all killed.

Only Gongsun Zan had red eyes. He used his powerful strength to split the sword and shield formation in front of him. Even at the risk of being injured, he managed to take away two Yellow Turban soldiers.

But under siege, that was all he could do.

A lightly armored crossbowman in the rear saw a gap in the formation and immediately dropped the crossbow in his hand, drew out his ring-handled sword and rushed forward, with determination and hatred in the eyes of this soldier.

Gongsun Zan, who was fighting with the soldiers around him, had no time to pay attention to him and finally let the crossbowman get closer.

Feeling the dangerous blade behind him, Gongsun Zan turned his head with all his strength, and then what appeared in his field of vision was the rapidly enlarging blade. The next moment, he felt a chill on his neck, and then his vision began to spin.

The little bit of consciousness he had left made him feel that the Yellow Turban soldier who killed him seemed somewhat familiar, but before he could remember, his consciousness had fallen into endless darkness.

All the noise came to an end when Gongsun Zan was beheaded.

Even Nanlou, in desperation, chose to surrender to the Yellow Turbans.

The huge cavalry team was crowded in a small area. Once their movements were restricted, the role they could play was even less than that of the infantry led by Gongsun Zan.

The entire value of cavalry depends on speed.

The Yellow Turban cavalry, after frequent and rigorous training, are not only proficient in horse combat skills, but are also first-class experts in foot combat.

Under such a carefully planned combat scenario, the combat capabilities of both sides underwent a huge reversal in an instant, which also led to a great victory in this battle.

Nanlou raised his head and saw a yellow turban with a Wuhuan face, which made him feel ashamed and even angry: "You are a warrior of Wuhuan, why are you working for the yellow turban!"

Wu Li curled his lips in disapproval: "This is not the first time you ask such a question. This is boring. At least you, the king of Wuhuan, could not kneel before a slave like me in the past."

As soon as he heard the word "slave", Nanlou's eyes widened immediately, with a look that was a mixture of disbelief, humiliation and anger.

Wuli could clearly feel Nanlou's cannibalistic mood, as if kneeling in front of a Wuhuan slave was more unacceptable than being defeated by the Yellow Turbans.

The more he acted like this, the more Wu Li sneered in his heart.

If a tribe is controlled by such guys, there will be no hope for the future. It is a joke to ask why they should work for the Yellow Turbans.

Wuli is very happy now. Nanlou, as the largest Wuhuan tribe in Shanggu Dai County, is even more powerful than Qiuliju Subuyan at the beginning. This Wuhuan king is also more valuable.

The king who was once so high and mighty was now kneeling before him. This really gave Wu Li an irrepressible pleasure in his heart. It was a kind of revenge and pleasure.

The more those former nobles looked at him with anger and disbelief, the more he felt an indescribable comfort.

Of course, there was another reason for his happiness. Only then did he understand everything. It turned out that General Lu Ping's arrangement was not out of his mind, but was just to plan this ambush. Not long after, when Lu Ping arrived here, Wu Li could not wait to complain: "I have realized the general's strategy of showing weakness to the enemy, but why didn't you tell me about this in advance? In this way, I don't have to fight with resentment!"

Lu Ping glanced at him and smiled without saying anything.

It was Ju Shou who stood up and explained with a laugh: "When acting, we must seek truth. If I tell you the plan, can you still deceive Nan Lou and Gongsun Zan?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Li suddenly realized what was going on, but then became depressed.

With the current hindsight, this is of course the best thing to do, but it is not very friendly to the person involved.

Lu Ping said: "The war is over. Prepare to clean up the battlefield and welcome the southern army. They are already on their way to join us."

Ju Su Fuxu said: "We have won great victories on both battlefields. The entire territory of Youzhou has fallen into the hands of our Yellow Turbans."

When these words were spoken, all the middle and high-level military officers present, including Lu Ping, were moved. They all understood what this meant for the Yellow Turbans.

The Yellow Turbans have already occupied one of the thirteen states in the world, which means that the Yellow Turbans already have the capital to participate in the competition for the world.

This is not just Xu Chen's career alone, but the common career of all of them. The situation of the Yellow Turbans is improving, and no one is happier than them.

Ju Shou, the secretary whose position was somewhat awkward, was happy for his lord Xu Chen, but he could not help but sigh deep in his heart.

It is a relief that the Yellow Turbans have come this far, but it also shows how difficult this journey was.

It has been five years since the beginning. The Yellow Turbans have grown from a small fleeing group to a behemoth occupying an entire state. From the perspective of the Natural Yellow Turbans, this speed cannot be said to be slow, but it can only be said to be too difficult.

Ju Su could imagine that if Xu Chen was also from a noble family, or if the teachings of the Natural Religion chose to cooperate with the nobles, then taking over Youzhou could be much faster than imagined.

As long as powerful nobles have enough reputation and promise enough benefits, they don’t even need to fight. They can gather the power of the states and counties with just a wave of their hands and become the overlord of a state in an instant.

Ju Su was certain that there would be such scenes in the world in the future.

This is the rule of this era: whoever can win over the power of the nobles can rise instantly.

In comparison, it was too easy for the nobles to do things. A guy with prestige and means could easily occupy a state.

But if the Yellow Turbans wanted to do the same thing, they could only face layers of pressure and eat away at it bit by bit. It took them five years to finally take over Youzhou, which was more than hard work.

If there is anything that is worth comforting, it is that the Yellow Turbans' control over Youzhou is much tighter than the control that the heroes have over the gentry.

After all, the rise of a hero still relies on the power of many nobles. This power is scattered and superficial. Once the situation is not right, it is not impossible for the nobles to abandon the hero in a blink of an eye. Moreover, this force is destined to be a combination of contradictions. How much power it can exert depends on how capable the hero is.

The Yellow Turbans are completely different. There is only one vertical cult from top to bottom. The organization is concise and efficient, and it goes straight to the grassroots level. The control power is so powerful that the magnitude of the force that can be organized in the end is by no means comparable to that of ordinary heroes.

This is the benefit of a complete reshuffle and rebuild.

Although the Yellow Turbans' occupation of Youzhou was slow and difficult, they have grown to their current level and their strength has exceeded a certain limit. It will not be so difficult for them to take over other places next.

As long as this momentum is maintained, the pace of expansion will only get faster and faster, and will eventually sweep the world in an unstoppable manner.

Ju Su looked towards the battlefield. After the victory, a yellow flag was quietly erected. It danced vigorously in the wind, as if containing a powerful vitality. He sighed and blurted out a poem.

The old land of Yan and Zhao is all red, and the yellow flags are fluttering in the west wind.

With the long tassel in hand today, when will the Canglong be bound?
Lu Ping on the side was stunned for a moment. He did not know how to appreciate poetry, so he could not feel that this poem was incompatible with the style of the times. But when he heard it, he still felt a sense of grandeur.

This also made him, a non-native reader, couldn't help but praise: "Secretary Ju is very talented. This poem sounds bold and unrestrained. It is indeed an excellent work."

Ju Su shook his head in shame and said, "No, my talent and knowledge are not enough to create such a work. This is just a line of poetry that I happened to see in his manuscript."

When Lu Ping heard this, he suddenly realized why he felt uncomfortable when Ju Shou recited this poem.

If it's that man, then it's correct.

(End of this chapter)