Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 610: Zhang Jiao’s Dead End
Dong Zhuo's defeat triggered a series of serious problems.

First, Zhang Jue, who had been trapped to death in Guangzong by Lu Zhi, was able to escape, like a dragon swimming into the sea.

Zhang Jue was the spiritual leader of the Yellow Turban Army. As long as he was alive, he could just make a call and millions of Yellow Turban Army would gather and counterattack Luoyang.

In order to save Dong Zhuo, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun had to give up pursuing the brothers Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, which led to the Zhang brothers joining forces with a force of more than 100,000. Even though there were not many elite soldiers, the number was there.

In contrast, the imperial court originally had 80,000 troops, and Lu Zhi led 40,000 to besiege Zhang Jue, but they suffered heavy casualties because of Dong Zhuo. Now the two sides have only 50,000 troops in total. The huge difference in strength makes the outcome of this battle unpredictable.

Dong Zhuo, who caused this situation, lacked confidence and was suppressed by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. In the end, it was Huangfu Song who sat in the main seat.

There was no way. Although Dong Zhuo had someone behind him, his background was too poor and he did not come to power in a legitimate way. Moreover, if the other party had not rescued him this time, he would have been recalled to the capital to be punished even if he did not die. Therefore, it was naturally difficult for him to be tough when facing the two of them.

At the same time, Dong Zhuo was also afraid that if he lost this battle again, the situation would become completely out of control. He would not be able to reap the rewards but would end up burying himself in trouble. Therefore, he could endure it.

But after the three Zhang Jue brothers joined forces, it was like they had established a foothold, and the Yellow Turban Army in various places had a backbone. Not only did the trouble get bigger and bigger, it also involved a large number of troops in various places of the imperial court, and there was no way for them to dispatch troops to support them in a short period of time. In other words, they had to defeat or at least trap the opponent despite the huge disparity in troop strength, which was obviously unlikely.

Faced with such a difficult situation, even Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were helpless.

Strategies don't always work, especially since the three Zhang brothers are all good at magic and can call the wind and rain and summon the Yellow Turban warriors. Even if they take risks, their loopholes will be blocked by the opponent and they will fall into a passive position.

But if it is delayed any further, it will not be the imperial court suppressing the rebels, but the rebels suppressing the imperial army.

After a long discussion, they decided that apart from asking for help from the imperial court, they could only set up a strong camp, prepare many strong bows and crossbows, and focus on defense.

On the way back, Zhang Fei, who had been patient for a long time, cursed and swore, wishing he could poke seven or eight holes in Dong Zhuo right away. Guan Erye also narrowed his eyes, his face a little gloomy, and he looked at everyone as if they were willing to be sacrificed.

Even if Mr. Zhang San didn't like to use his brain, he knew that the current frustrating situation was caused by Dong Zhuo.

If they followed Lu Zhi's strategy, they would first trap and kill the leader Zhang Jue, then eliminate Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, who were his left and right arms, and finally gather superior forces to capture Zhang Jue in one fell swoop.

By then, the Yellow Turban Army scattered all over the place will be like a pile of loose sand. After destroying the most powerful ones, the remaining states and prefectures can train some soldiers to completely annihilate them, and the world will be peaceful.

But Dong Zhuo was eager to make merit, so he rashly mobilized his army and took the initiative to break the encirclement. He was caught off guard by Zhang Jue's magic and lost the good situation.

"I'm going to ask the teacher some questions. Do you want to go with me?" Liu Bei stopped and said to his two brothers.

"Let's go together, let's go together." Zhang Fei shouted immediately, and Guan Yu nodded.

Although Guan Yu was arrogant and disliked the behavior of aristocratic families, he still admired people with noble character and ability. It was during this period of time that Yan Xu proved his ability and character, so although he didn't say it, he still respected this gentleman very much.

If Yan Xu knew about this, he would probably immediately ask the second master to write a letter of praise, sign and seal it, and then burn it for Guan Di to see.

The three of them arrived in front of the RV and saw Yan Xu drinking facing the moon. There were three sets of tableware on the table. It was obvious that he had expected them to come.

Liu, Guan and Zhang were already accustomed to the master's magic. After bowing, they sat down one after another. Zhang Fei couldn't wait to start pouring wine.

Yan Xu actually didn't like drinking very much. It was not until his strength improved and alcohol had no effect on his body that he started to drink it to liven up the atmosphere. In fact, he preferred to drink Coke because it made him feel that he had not changed and was still a person. Although he didn't care much, because of his improved strength and status, the alcohol Yan Xu drank was not of ordinary quality. For example, the one he was drinking at the moment was not nectar, but it was also top-grade rice wine.

Compared with the clear wine and turbid wine that were more common in the Han Dynasty, the yellow wine, which has been improved and perfected through several dynasties, tastes better. Zhang Fei couldn't forget it after drinking it once, but the gentleman rarely drank, so he couldn't get any even if he wanted to.

It was the first time for Liu Bei and Guan Yu to drink it. After taking a sip, their eyes immediately lit up.

"Sir, are you also worried about the current war?" Although the wine was good, Liu Bei did not drink too much. Seeing Yan Xu looking up at the moon with a bit of melancholy, he could not help but speak.

"That's not the case. I just gave a fellow traveler some wine to see him off in advance." Yan Xu retracted his gaze and said calmly, but his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Zhang Jue's fate had actually already been determined. God would not give him a way to live, the immortals in the mortal world dug his grave, and the imperial court wanted to cut off his Taoist lineage. How could he possibly survive?

In the previous battle, Zhang Jue vomited blood, not because he was ambushed, but because of the backlash of his luck. In other words, if God wanted him to lose, he could not win.

The more he resisted, the more serious the injury would be. This was the desperate future Zhang Jue faced.

Of course, if Zhang Jue was willing to give up everything and go into the mountains and never come out again, he would still have a glimmer of hope. After all, he was the man of destiny chosen by heaven.

Unfortunately, he was unwilling, and the gathered immortals would not give him this opportunity.

Now everyone is waiting for his death. Once he dies, the heaven will be at peace, the immortals will be well fed, and the Taoist tradition he left behind will be replaced. Except for him, all living beings will be happy.

No one cared that Zhang Jue embarked on this road of no return in order to change the fate of all living beings, even if he gave up the opportunity to become an immortal for this.

Even if he knew, what difference would it make? He failed, and losers will not be remembered.

Zhang Jue was a doomed loser, and he knew it himself, but he resolutely embarked on this desperate path. Such a firm belief was something Yan Xu admired, because he could not do it. Even if he was stronger, he could not make such a great sacrifice for unrelated sentient beings.

However, there has never been a shortage of such people in history. It is they who burn themselves to drive the development of society. Without their burning sparks, how can we illuminate the civilization of future generations?

In response to Liu Bei's question, Yan Xu only said that the outcome would soon be decided.

Although he didn't know why, Liu Bei instinctively felt that Zhang Jue was going to lose, but his master was just pitying him.

Liu Bei actually had the same feeling in his heart, but he felt that Zhang Jue’s choice of approach was wrong because the damage caused by the Yellow Turban Army to the people was too great.

But Liu Bei didn't know what to do, so he was always confused.

Liu Bei asked his mentor Lu Zhi, but what he got was loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.

This is not wrong, but it is not the answer he wants.

(End of this chapter)