bookbashuk Chapter 25 Good luck to the world
Chapter 25 Good luck to the world
Outside Guangzong City, the Han army, clad in armor and sharp weapons, stretched as far as the eye could see, their swords and halberds piercing the sky and gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Like a meat grinder, they repeatedly repelled the Yellow Turban army's breakout attempts.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.
Those emaciated Yellow Turban soldiers, wielding hoes and farm tools, stretched as far as the eye could see, like an ant swarm.
But there will always be an end to it.
War is never decided by numbers.
By the time the true nature of these Yellow Turban rebels was revealed, the battlefield had become a one-sided massacre.
Zhang Jiao, inside the city walls, could see it clearly, as could Dong Zhuo, who was stationed in the Han camp.
"The Yellow Turban rebels are putting up a last-ditch resistance. We have captured the sorcerer Zhang Jiao alive and are sending him to the capital!"
Standing atop the watchtower, Dong Zhuo's gaze toward Guangzong was colder than ever before.
Once the sorcerer Zhang Jiao is eliminated, the million-strong Yellow Turban army will immediately fall apart, and the elite Han troops can be slaughtered at will like pigs and dogs.
At this moment, the entire Han Dynasty was puzzled as to why that sorcerer could raise a million-strong bandit army with a single call, and even once defeat the Han Dynasty's famous generals and elite troops.
This was an incredibly unbelievable thing. The burly man snapped out of his fear and was filled with curiosity, wanting to uncover the secrets of this sorcerer.
The Commandant of Sili secretly approached him and gave him a large amount of gold and silver. On the day the city fell, he wanted to interrogate that sorcerer alone.
He had promised it himself.
"Zhang Jiao's head is a great prize. You, Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song, can't take it. In the end, it will fall into my hands, Dong Zhuo."
"With such a fine head, titles and honors, fame and fortune, are but a passing thought!"
"Marching forward!"
Dong Zhuo grinned maliciously, waved his command flag, and a powerful, deep drumbeat resounded. Tens of thousands of arrows blotted out the sky, engulfing the yellow-clad, chaotic army.
But like an ant colony, this chaotic army seemed inexhaustible, emerging from the mountain of corpses and once again clashing with the Han army on the vast plains.
A burly corporal wielding a long spear pinned a Yellow Turban rebel soldier to the ground with a single thrust, blood gushing out.
The corporal smashed through the Yellow Turban army's makeshift shields with another thrust of his spear, charging in like a tiger or wolf, several heads flying.
He was covered in blood, looking like a god of war, yet he saw no fear in the eyes of these skin-and-bones soldiers.
All he saw was despair and hysterical madness.
His long spear was knocked away, and his swords were dulled by the blows. Then countless Yellow Turban soldiers pinned him down and attacked him with their teeth and hoes, until blood and flesh flew everywhere in the blink of an eye...
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Yangping Mountain, stone steps, Taoist priest.
Yi Chuan had lost track of how long he had been walking.
It seems like I'm always walking, with no end in sight, no destination.
But this time we went further than last time.
Much farther.
Bai Ze frantically darted around his feet, even biting his Taoist robe, pulling him up the mountain.
It's not possible to descend the mountain simply by being unconscious. It tried once, and as soon as it carried a person to the mountainside, the person's body was torn in several places.
At this moment, Yi Chuan's face and arms were covered in cuts, revealing bright red flesh, but no blood was flowing out.
His body was becoming transparent, as if he were about to disappear from this world at any moment.
Cats don't want people to disappear.
But cats can't catch people.
Finally, Yi Chuan reached a cliff, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
He was completely exhausted, his body was drained, and his condition was worse than ever before; he couldn't even lift a finger.
Bai Ze walked to his side and licked his face with his wet tongue.
Just when Bai Ze thought he was about to carry Yi Chuan back up the mountain, Yi Chuan, who looked like a lump of mud, suddenly spoke.
"For nineteen years, I have been waiting, waiting to become strong enough, waiting for the day this magic circle disappears."
Yi Chuan lay on the mountain road with his limbs spread out in a starfish shape, speaking calmly.
"For nineteen years, I have never stopped cultivating Qi; for nineteen years, my Daoist heart has also been tarnished..."
"But now, down the mountain, someone is waiting for me, Bai Ze, I have to go down..."
Under Bai Ze's puzzled gaze, Yi Chuan slowly stood up, his face covered in sweat and dirt and grass clippings.
"I could have gone down there. I could have gone down there nineteen years ago..."
"But I'm afraid of dying..."
Yi Chuan let out a bitter laugh, slowly moved to the edge of the cliff, his eyes going from tired to numb and fearful, until finally returning to calm.
One more step forward, and beneath his feet lay a bottomless abyss, shrouded in mist, making everything indistinct.
That place could very well be a place of utter destruction, but there is also a glimmer of hope for an unknown future.
"Zhang Heng, I @#￥E%RRT……Y&U!"
Taking a deep breath, Yi Chuan took a step forward.
Bai Ze opened his eyes wide, then anxiously walked to the cliff and peered down the mountain.
In its perception, the human presence grew weaker and weaker, yet carried an unwavering determination.
Falling, falling.
Unable to stop
Yi Chuan's body was torn apart, his skin became increasingly transparent, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.
In the end, Yi Chuan's body had almost disappeared, leaving only a transparent ball of light, which plummeted straight down tragically.
Falling, falling!
boom!
Startled birds took flight, dust billowed, and the immense impact caused tree branches to fall down the mountainside.
Bai Ze's amber eyes widened as he sensed the presence of the person he had spent nineteen years with at the foot of the mountain.
Its expression grew increasingly dejected, and it meowed softly.
sieve!
Just as Bai Ze was running down the mountain with his head down, a dazzling, almost blinding, six-colored cloud suddenly rose from the dust and smoke at the foot of the mountain...
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Dong Zhuo failed to capture Guangzong, even though Guangzong seemed so precarious and so easily attainable.
Dong Zhuo retreated, completely baffled, and was succeeded by Huangfu Song, a famous general of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Huangfu Song arrived at Cangting in Dongjun in August, where he decisively defeated and captured Bu Ji, one of the thirty-six generals of the Yellow Turban Army, and killed more than 8 people. He then stationed his troops under the walls of Guangzong City with overwhelming killing intent.
Unable to resist any longer, the Yellow Turban Army's resistance grew weaker and weaker, and those who went into battle gradually changed from young and strong men to old men and children as young as eleven or twelve.
"Hair like chives, cut it and it grows back; head like a rooster, cut it and it crows again. Officials need not be feared, but the common people should never be looked down upon..."
Huangfu Song, the famous Han general who had fought across the frontier and repeatedly repelled the Rong and Di tribes, felt a chill run down his spine for the first time as he looked at the yellow remnants of the plain that were about to be swallowed up.
Zhang Jiao on the city wall is getting older and older.
Although he was only forty years old, Zhang Jiao's hair and beard were completely white, his back was hunched, and he was tightly gripping the nine-section staff in his hand, looking like an old man on his deathbed.
"General of Heaven, tell me, is there truly a Heavenly Emperor who can save the world?!"
Watching Huang Jin's army retreat, Zhao Hong, with tears in his eyes, slammed his fist into a stone on the city wall, causing blood to gush out.
"Of course there are."
"Because I've seen it."
The voice remained gentle, and Zhang Jiao's cloudy eyes were utterly calm.
His gaze swept over the mountain of corpses piled up downstairs.
He seemed to know the name of everyone.
"At least, it's better than starving or freezing to death without any dignity..."
"Hong'er, help me downstairs."
So Zhao Hong helped this great and virtuous teacher up, and in that instant, tears streamed down his face.
At this moment, the great and wise teacher, with his gray hair, was as light as a child.
That evening, Huangfu Song launched his final attack.
The flames lit up the night sky, and the massive Han army, like a tidal wave, launched a fierce attack on the walls of Guangzong from all directions.
Seeing that there was no more effective resistance, Huangfu Song gradually relaxed.
This rebellion must end.
That's what the entire Han Dynasty thought.
However, at that moment, a sky full of six-colored clouds suddenly lit up from the southern sky.
The clouds obscured the sun, forming thick, swirling clumps, vast and boundless, almost covering the entire sky...