People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 605 Not Brothers
After a round of sounds of metal clashing and shouting and howling, this remote forest path became completely quiet. The Yellow Turban cavalry only launched one round of killing, and hundreds of Xiliang soldiers were killed and wounded on the ground. The battle ended very quickly.

This has nothing to do with the strength of the Yellow Turbans. Ten thousand cavalrymen can easily kill a mere few hundred of their soldiers.

Of course, in this silence, there were faint sounds of crying and sobbing coming from the nearby villages. The Yellow Turbans arrived at the right time, and this Xiliang team had already begun looting in the new villages. If the Yellow Turbans had arrived later, the tragedy of the previous village would have happened again.

Even so, the village was not completely spared. Women in disheveled clothes could be seen sobbing and crying, and old men lay on the corpses of young men and wailed.

This situation made the Yellow Turbans' eyes spit fire, because it directly evoked the painful memories of many people. They had faced similar pain before.

The warlords all over the world were fighting each other, and there were few warlords who treated the people as human beings. Such scenes were not unfamiliar to many people, as they had all been direct victims.

Feeling the same pain, the Yellow Turbans would certainly not let these Xiliang soldiers go.

"Deal with the guilty according to wartime military law!"

Dozens of surviving Xiliang soldiers were stripped of their weapons and gathered in front of the village. Zhao Yun rode up to them on horseback, glanced at them with a cold look, and sentenced them to death.

The Yellow Turbans were always cautious in settling accounts for their crimes. Only during wartime could they give lenient trials to guilty enemy soldiers for acts of looting civilians.

As soon as his voice fell, these Xiliang soldiers keenly sensed the murderous intent and immediately realized that their lives were in danger.

However, at this time, not only did they not beg for their lives, but instead seemed to have turned into a group of wolfhounds barking wildly, insulting and cursing the Yellow Turbans. Their crazy and ferocious appearance showed no awareness at all that they were prisoners of war.

Zhao Yun saw this and had to admit that the Xiliang soldiers were generally brave and fierce. Few of them were afraid when facing death. Whether they were truly not afraid or were just pretending, this was quite unusual.

Moreover, there were only a few dozen soldiers who surrendered reluctantly after fighting for only a few dozen at the end. This kind of fighting spirit is quite amazing. If it were an ordinary army, they would not be able to sustain this kind of battle.

It is no wonder that people from Xiliang can always become warlords, whether it is Dong Zhuo or Lu Bu. There is a reason for this.

Of course, the Xiliang soldiers were brave but also brutal. What we saw along the way was the best proof of this. After capturing and interrogating these soldiers, none of them could escape punishment, which shows that their army has no military discipline at all.

Since no one can be exempted from punishment, Zhao Yun certainly wouldn't mind sending them off.

With a wave of Zhao Yun's hand, a group of Yellow Turbans walked forward with knives in hand. Each of them corresponded to a Xiliang prisoner. As soon as Zhao Yun gave the order, these dozens of heads would roll to the ground. They would use their lives to atone for their cruelty.

And the more time went on, the more angry the Xiliang soldiers cursed, and foul language filled the world for a while, but the Yellow Turbans remained unmoved. Soon these guys would be unable to make any sound, so there was naturally no need to care about anything.

However, before the beheading order was given, the leader of the Xiliang soldiers suddenly cried out in surprise, and then all the insults stopped.

"Are you General Ma? How could that be!"

This exclamation immediately attracted everyone's attention, and then the Xiliang soldiers saw that the person who came to behead the leader was the only person in the opposing team whose clothes were different from those of the Yellow Turbans. Not only did he not look like a Yellow Turban, but he looked like a Xiliang person.

When they took a closer look, the scene suddenly exploded.

"It's really General Ma. I have seen him several times before. Brothers, this is really General Ma!"

"General Ma, please save us! We are all brothers from Liang Province. How can we let the Yellow Turbans bully us?"

"No, the general was also in the fight just now. Why did the general help the Yellow Turbans to attack our brothers?"

All of a sudden, many soldiers from Liangzhou started to cry out. Some of them had seen Ma Teng before and recognized him at a glance. Seeing that Ma Teng's position was wrong, they could not accept it.

However, Ma Teng just responded coldly. At this moment, there were no Xiliang brothers in his eyes, only justice and evil.

This is certainly not because Ma Teng is upright and hates evil, but because his position no longer allows him to turn a blind eye to such crimes. This is the power brought by the system. Even if one may not agree with it in his heart, he can only follow these ideas and positions.

There has never been an absolutely pure team. There are always people with ulterior motives and people who are hypocritical, but under the constraints of systems and ideas, they must do things along a certain line and standpoint.

This is the case with Ma Teng now. Now that he has joined Xuanxia, ​​everything that was right before will become wrong now. Ma Teng will personally teach this principle to these Xiliang "brothers".

"You are so cruel and cruel that you take human life lightly. I, Ma Teng, don't have brothers like you. Today, you have committed such a crime. All I can do is to execute you personally and clean up the scum for Xiliang!"

Ma Teng walked behind the leader and without even waiting for Zhao Yun to give the order, he chopped off the leader's head with his sword. The whole process was so fast that no one could react. It was not until the warm blood splattered all over the ground that many soldiers woke up in disbelief.

At this moment, the hearts of these Xiliang soldiers collapsed. They never thought that the hero in their hearts would now stand on the opposite side. When Ma Teng began to preach to them from the moral high ground, they all felt a strong sense of absurdity.

What is benevolence, righteousness, and morality? Does Xiliang need such things?

However, at this time no one cared what they were thinking. The only responses they got were Zhao Yun's cold orders and the Yellow Turbans' swords falling in response.

After everything was over, Ma Teng, who was covered in blood, breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completely let go of some burden.

From now on, there is no turning back, and I can only follow the Yellow Turbans all the way to the end.
"General Zhao, it's time to move on. If we want to completely avoid this kind of tragedy, we can only find the Xiliang army as soon as possible. Then I will end it all with my own hands!"

Ma Teng sighed in his heart, and after saying this, he took the lead and rode forward on his horse.

Of course Zhao Yun knew that this was true. If he wanted to end this turmoil as quickly and as well as possible, he could only rely on Ma Teng.

"Everyone in the army, speed up the march!"

After the order was given, an army of 10,000 cavalrymen marched towards the depths of Bingzhou, leaving behind only corpses and the suffering villagers.

War is so cruel. No matter who wins or loses, it is often the weakest people who ultimately suffer the consequences of war.

Until everything was over, the people here hadn't even figured out who had attacked them and who had killed the murderers. They were just living their peaceful lives when the unexpected disaster suddenly befell them. The only thing to be thankful for was that this time, the Yellow Turbans came to save them.

But after walking away, Zhao Yun couldn't help but look back, but he could only sigh.

He couldn't reverse time to prevent this disaster. All he could do now was to avenge the villagers and leave some supplies. The only correct way to truly alleviate the plight of the people was to end the unrest as soon as possible.

Zhao Yun could understand Xu Chen's mood. It was because they understood the hardships of the people too well that the Yellow Turbans did not take the most violent measures. Otherwise, they could have used more satisfying and simple force to crush Liang Province.

Facts have proved that Xu Chen's worries were not groundless. Since Ma Chao chose to start a rebellion, he was certainly prepared to fight to the death. Naturally, he would not hesitate to tie countless people in Liangzhou to the chariots of the Liangzhou army.

In the barracks, military reports from all over Liangzhou came in one after another, all of which were reports on the requisition of manpower and materials from various places.

Now, with every passing day, new soldiers and civilians arrive at the barracks, and there are also teams of ox carts and horse carriages transporting food and supplies. These countless manpower and endless supplies will all be consumables used in the fight against the Yellow Turbans in the future.

If this were to happen, how many people would die and how many families would be broken up was not something Ma Chao was willing to consider.

If the Ma family is about to decline or disappear, then the existence of Liangzhou will have no meaning to them. Either the Ma family will live with Liangzhou, or die with Liangzhou.

Ma Chao has requisitioned as much human and material resources as possible from Liang Province, unleashing all of Liang Province's war potential. He wants to be a crazy gambler, putting the fate of millions of soldiers and civilians in Liang Province on the gambling table in a battle to the death with the Yellow Turbans.

This somewhat crazy posture made Ma Dai, Ma Xiu, Pang De and others a little frightened, but now they were powerless to change the situation and could only bite the bullet and be pushed forward by Ma Chao.

"Now that troops and supplies have been delivered from all over the country, our army is fully prepared. We can consider continuing to march eastward!"

In the military tent, Ma Chao looked at everyone with a cold and serious expression. His unquestionable aura made everyone remain silent.

"Next, our army's target will be Sizhou. After taking Sizhou, our army can use the natural barrier to resist the Yellow Turbans. From now on, as long as we manage Guanzhong with peace of mind, we can create our own world and separate from Xuanxia for a long time!"

At this point, Ma Chao's voice became somewhat excited. This plan was the best idea in his mind.

He no longer had any dreams of dominating the world. As long as he could stay in Guanzhong and protect his own safety, he would be satisfied.

However, although Pound and others sitting below agreed verbally, their expressions were very negative, and it seemed that no one thought that this idea had any possibility of being realized.

If the Yellow Turbans were so easy to defeat, Xu Chen would not have a chance to speak loudly in China today.

At this moment, perhaps because the weather was bad, an urgent report suddenly came from outside, which woke Ma Chao up from his beautiful dream.

"Report, the Yellow Turbans have been spotted on the eastern road, and 10,000 cavalry are heading towards our army!"

(End of this chapter)