People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 90 Brothers, Go Home

Outside Yuyang City, when the figure of the Yellow Turban appeared on the horizon, the people who had been waiting here early were suddenly excited.

At this time, they were happy, but also panicked and worried.

A few days earlier, the wounded soldiers who were sent back had brought the news of victory in the Yellow Turban War, which made the whole Yuyang excited.

The Yellow Turbans won, which meant they were able to protect their homes and did not have to worry about the government troops coming back to deprive them of their hard-earned stable lives.

This was not only a victory for the Yellow Turban Army, but also a victory for the people who lent money and food to the Yellow Turbans.

Faced with threats from government soldiers, they were completely united with the Yellow Turbans, without the slightest trace of adulteration.

Every citizen standing here had a smile on their face. They were holding food baskets in their hands and had already thought of various ways to let the Yellow Turban soldiers have a bite to eat.

The last time we saw them off, these stubborn kids kept talking about discipline but refused to accept it, which made the people very angry.

Of course, behind this joy is the people's worry about their families.

Before this, several batches of wounded soldiers and bodies had been sent back one after another. These were casualties incurred on the battlefield, and this was also the extreme pain for their families.

The common people could see how heartbroken others were when they went to the Yellow Turbans to claim the bodies, after all, those were their sons, husbands, and fathers.
No one wants this kind of thing to happen to them. Even if it's like those seriously injured soldiers with broken limbs, it's still better than dying directly.

All the people waiting here today know that the main force of the Yellow Turban army is coming back, and along with them will be the last batch of casualties.

They were all praying that their sons, husbands, and fathers would come back alive instead of lying cold on a stretcher.

The people were eagerly waiting until the smoke and dust got closer and closer. When it was only a few hundred meters away, the people could no longer restrain themselves. They cheered to welcome the returning righteous army, and then ran towards the army with food and drink.

Soon, the Yellow Turban Army merged with the crowd of civilians. The originally neat formation was completely broken up, and the soldiers were completely submerged in the vast sea of ​​civilians. Then all they saw was tea and food being sent from all directions.

Although they obeyed the rules and dared not open their mouths, they could not resist the hands that pried their mouths open and stuffed all kinds of things into them.

Once the people succeed once, there will be a burst of unbridled laughter, as if they have done something extraordinary.

The soldiers had bitter faces and looked panicked. Under Xu Chen's continuous construction and supervision, discipline has gradually penetrated into the soldiers' habits. Even many soldiers who have just joined the army often only need a few days to develop this strict enough awareness.

Now that the villagers were stuffing all the food into their mouths, it was undoubtedly a violation of discipline, and the soldiers were all worried about being punished.

Fortunately, after this lively and playful scene, they looked at their companions again and found that they were not the only ones who were infected. From the officers above to the soldiers below, no one escaped, and everyone had an unknown amount of stuff on the corners of their mouths.

Isn't there a saying that the law does not punish everyone? In this case, maybe there will be no punishment this time.
I guess so.
The soldiers did not dwell on this too much. Even if they were to be punished, they would all be punished together, so they would accept it. At least they could truly feel the kindness of the villagers.

Perhaps the young and strong men recruited from Yuyang felt okay, but the original Yellow Turbans actually came all the way from Jizhou or Zhuojun. As outsiders, they can now feel the recognition and love from the local folks. This pure emotion made many of them shed tears, and this undoubtedly strengthened their sense of mission and faith.

This victory, which belonged to the Yellow Turbans and the people of Yuyang, made everyone immersed in joy. They expressed their positive emotions to their heart's content. However, after the celebration lasted for a long time, the people slowly discovered a problem.

The return of the righteous army is naturally a happy thing, but it seems that something is missing when we only see the words of the soldiers.

Where is our great heavenly master who saves people from suffering?
Unconsciously, the people and soldiers all quieted down. They looked to the rear of the army and saw a huge flag fluttering in the air. On the khaki-colored flag was the unique emblem of the Natural Religion.

Tian Shitou, carrying the flag, followed closely beside Xu Chen, while the soldiers behind them were silently carrying stretchers filled with dead soldiers wrapped in white cloth and straw mats.

The original joy disappeared in an instant, and a serious and heavy atmosphere came over them, and the hearts of the people were also gripped.

The crowd was mixed at this time, and most of the people had not found their relatives. They were all very afraid that the relatives they had not seen would eventually appear on those stretchers.

Xu Chen looked solemn. The soldiers and civilians spontaneously made way for him. He stopped only when he reached the gate of Yuyang City. The soldiers behind him carefully placed the stretcher on the ground.

Xu Chen turned around and his eyes fell on the bodies.

The white cloth and straw mat were not lifted up, which was the last respect for the fallen soldiers. But now they were only left there for a while, and the air was already filled with a foul smell. One can imagine what it looked like underneath.

But this did not make Xu Chen feel horrible or uncomfortable, because these soldiers died honorably and magnificently.

They are the ones who protect this land. Even if they are seen in the form of a pile of bones, it will only make people feel at ease.

"Brothers, Xu Chen has sent you home. Rest in peace. I will continue to walk the path ahead."

With a solemn expression, after saying these words in a voice that only he could hear, Xu Chen produced a low, yet resolute, voice that sounded like reciting or singing.

The old Yellow Turbans were all dazed, and they remembered that this was the leader's way of converting warriors.

Although it was the first time for the others to see this scene, they understood what was going on and their expressions suddenly became sad.

Not to mention that these people lying there might be their family members. Even if they are not, they died in battle to protect them. They would still feel heartbroken when seeing this.

Damn Han Dynasty court, and those damn nobles, why can’t they let us live a good life!
When Xu Chen's voice fell, this ritual, which was either unique or incongruous, came to an end. Then Xu Chen squatted beside a body and picked up a thin wooden plaque with the soldier's name and hometown engraved on it.

These were identity tags that the Yellow Turbans ordered the surrendered officials to make for the soldiers before the expedition. Now Xu Chen was reading out the names and addresses on them one by one, notifying their families to come and claim them.

He wants to personally send everyone back home.

(End of this chapter)