I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1013 The Final Search
These rabble had already been killed in pieces by the Yulin Army, and when they suddenly saw the Qinglong Tiansu Army retreating, they were stunned at first, and then they were furious.

Some people dropped their weapons and ran away, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and more people ran around like headless flies, fleeing in all directions amid the sound of sulfur bomb explosions.

"Fire arrows!"

Wei Qing's flag in the rear was waved down, and the fine steel crossbows nailed the front row of the Yellow Turban Army into hedgehogs. The meteorite spears of the Black Scale Cavalry stabbed the fleeing soldiers away, and the white flags of the White Flag Vanguard dragged a winding trail in the blood mud. The crossbows of the Mohist mechanical soldiers were like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, specifically targeting the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army and shooting them to death.

"Meng Shuai deceived us!"

The screams of a Yellow Turban leader pierced through the waves of fire. The leader was on fire. His mace smashed the visors of two Yulin soldiers, but he was blasted into the air by Huo Qubing's spear.

Behind the general's platform, he saw the thirty-six Thunderbolt chariots behind the Yulin Army suddenly turn around, and the stone bullets with red tails of flames smashed into the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Jinyu, Jinyu, your way of clearing out the enemy's foes is much more cruel than that of the Yellow Turban Army."

Meng Zhang looked at the ragtag army crying and howling in the sea of ​​fire with an expressionless face, and then suddenly let out a long sigh.

As he spoke, he tore off the black armor, revealing the intact white undergarment underneath. The blood bag on his shoulder was already empty.

"The Zhenguogong has closed the net."

Qiao Shefei also looked at the Yellow Turban "comrades" who were struggling in the sea of ​​fire with a worried look on his face and raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, Su Ye's black flag suddenly waved nine times in a row, and the formation of the Yulin Army changed again. The Xuanlin Cavalry and the Yulin Army suddenly accelerated, dispersed from both wings, and came to encircle the Yellow Turban Army. The white flag of the white-flagged vanguard in the rear had turned into a white torrent, forcing the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army into a sea of ​​​​sulfur fire.

As Meng Zhang led the main force of the Qinglong Tiansu Legion to retreat, the remaining 100,000 Yellow Turban Army under his command also withdrew to the occupied capital of the Daqian Dynasty - Qiandu in the rear.

Although Meng Zhang had already discussed with Su Ye, the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou planned to retreat after this battle.

However, before leaving, Meng Zhang still needed to gather the assets, treasures, population, etc. of various families in this capital city that had been prosperous for hundreds of years.

Especially those famous and prominent families who originally held high positions in the Daqian court. These families were not only extremely wealthy, but also held great power in the previous Daqian court.

The existence of these old ministers is undoubtedly a big obstacle for Su Ye, who is going to "smoothly take over" Qiandu and even Qianzhou.

Therefore, Meng Zhang and Su Ye discussed it and immediately decided to let the Yellow Turban Army "take" the heads of these prominent families and the respected old ministers and ministers in the original Daqian court, and head south to Luzhou!

On Qiandu Qiantian Street, Meng Zhang reined in his horse and stood on the Chaotianmen Tower, looking at the Yellow Turban Army retreating like a tide below the tower, his black cloak sweeping across the mottled dragon relief.

He suddenly flicked his finger and the secret letter in his hand flew away. The paper fell into the sea of ​​fire like a hawk with broken wings, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.

"General, all troops have retreated to Qiandu as ordered."

"Should we seal the four gates immediately?"

Qiao Shefei rode his horse to the foot of the city wall, and the hooves of his purple horse crushed the glazed tiles on the ground.

"Well, tell all the departments to empty the Qiandu treasury before sunset, and invite the masters in the deep mansions to come out and bask in the sun."

When Qiao Shefei left in response, Meng Zhang was playing with the half tiger talisman that Su Ye had sent him. The bronze patterns on his palm rubbed out a warm luster.

With the issuance of Meng Zhang's order, Qiandu at this moment finally became a field of wheat waves after a swarm of locusts.

In a group of mansions not far from the imperial palace, the red gate of the Taifu Mansion was smashed to pieces by twelve heavy swords, and the four words "Loyalty and Perseverance Passed Down from Generation to Generation" engraved on the door knocker fell crookedly.

"Be gentle! This incense burner is from the imperial kiln of the previous dynasty. It won't sell for a good price if it's smashed!"

Li Cunxiao sat on a stone lion with his bare arms, a piece of osmanthus cake stuck on the tip of Yuwang's spear, and watched the Yellow Turban strongmen chop the twelve imperial swords hidden in the Taifu's house as firewood.

"Wait a minute!"

"Do you know that these are all treasures passed down by our ancestors? These are rare books..."

Zhao Mingli, the eldest son of the Grand Tutor, rushed out of the study holding the Book of Rites, his moon-white gown stained with ink.

"Don't tell me those useless things!"

"Mr. Zhao, how many kilograms of millet can you exchange for this book? How about we try and see if we can trade these useless copies of the Book of Rites for some swords from the Duke of Zhenguo?"

Li Cunxiao suddenly poked the tip of the spear into the blue brick. He emphasized the word "broad knife" deliberately, which frightened the bamboo slips in Zhao Mingli's hand and made them tremble.

"You unruly people! Do you know that this is..."

The butler at the side had just shaken open the scroll of imperial edict that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Zhao family when Xiong Kuohai's iron chain mail came crashing down on him.

"Old thing, men only recognize gold ingots and beauties!" The ordinary Yellow Turban Army behind Li Cunxiao laughed and crushed the Pei family's ancestral Duan inkstone into pieces. The remaining ink in the inkstone left long black marks on the blue bricks.

"What's the matter? Why are you still standing here? Didn't your saint teach you not to block the road?"

"My spear tip is more effective than the saints' teachings!"

Li Cunxiao used his spear to knock the bamboo slips out of Zhao Mingli's hand, who was standing there in a daze, and laughed as he looked at the flying bamboo slips.

The Censorate next door is even more lively.

"You all know the king's law..."

The seventy-year-old censor walked out of the door tremblingly, leaning on a cane, with the scholar's cap on his head tilted to one side.

"Old man, where is the golden medal of immunity from death that was passed down from your family? Can I have a look at it?"

Before he could finish his words, the Yellow Turban leader had already placed the imperial sword he had picked up from their home on his neck.

"This is what Taizu gave to my ancestor..."

The old censor was so angry that his white beard was shaking, and he took out a green jade sceptre from his bosom.

"Snap!" The little leader snatched it away and held it up to the sun.

"Hey, this jade dragon is quite lively. It can be used as a paperweight for Meng Shuai!"

The most ridiculous thing was the residence of the Minister of Rites. The news that this official had eighteen concubines had long been discovered by spies. When the Yellow Turban Army broke into the mansion, they happened to see the son of the Minister of Rites and his servants practicing the "Six Arts of a Gentleman" in the courtyard.

Stone locks, wooden swords, and arrow targets were scattered all over the ground, and twenty-four musicians were huddled behind a rockery, holding their pipa instruments.

"My good men!"

"I would like to exchange my ancestral record of Taizu's military training - the essence of archery for your kindness..."

The son of the Shangshu unfolded his folding fan, on the ribs of which were inlaid eight oriental pearls.

"If I kill you, these will be ours too!"

"And what's this weird military training record? No matter how good that weird Taizu is at training troops, can he be as good as our General Meng?"

"What I want is the three thousand dan of fine rice in your cellar! Brothers, pry open the rice jar for me!"

Zhang Hao whipped the fan until the fan bones broke, and Dongzhu rolled into the bushes.

The Minister of Rites was famous in the court for "self-discipline and restoration of rituals", but the base of the stone lion in front of the gate of his mansion was engraved with a Pixiu that gathers wealth. Zhang Hao personally kicked open the secret compartment of the study, and found that the sandalwood boxes that filled the wall were not filled with unique copies of classics, but neatly stacked silver bills.

"It seems that the Shangshu's understanding of 'etiquette' is more thorough than that of us roughnecks."

He casually picked up the silver bills and threw them into the air, and the paper rain fell into the lotus pond in the yard.

"It is said that the lotus grows out of mud without getting stained. In your pond, even the lotus roots smell like copper rust."

Suddenly, the sound of a zither came from the west wing. Zhang Hao followed the sound and saw a girl in plain clothes sitting in front of the carved window. She was playing "Daqian Fu" on a guqin on her lap.

When the music was sonorous, the sound of the Yellow Turban Army banging on the door seemed to become the accompaniment.

“Great piano skills!”

"Young lady, you know that at this moment, all nine gates of Qiandu have been breached. I'm afraid that this song of yours will become a masterpiece."

Zhang Hao laughed loudly, then said with some regret, and nodded slightly. A Yellow Turban soldier behind him immediately wanted to step forward and snatch the zither.

"Then please listen, General, is there any sound of killing in this zither?"

The girl suddenly stood up, and with her wide sleeves fluttering, she threw the entire piano wheel towards Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao dodged sideways, but the spear in his hand had already cut the strings of the guqin. The guqin fell to the ground, and sparks flew out from the Dragon Pool and Phoenix Pond.

"What a character, but it's a pity that he was born in the wrong family."

He looked at the girl's suddenly pale face and suddenly remembered what Commander-in-Chief Meng Zhang once said about "the character of a noble family."

(End of this chapter)