Three Kingdoms: A Million Soldiers Grown from the Fields

Chapter 203 Surrender
Throughout Guangzong City, there was widespread affirmation of the benevolence of Zhang Xian and Zhang Jiao.

Han Qiong's eyes were somewhat bloodshot. His path to promotion was at the very moment, how could things really go as Zhang Ning and the others wished!
He looked around for a moment, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat!
Zhang Ning was surrounded by only a few dozen chieftains! The Yellow Turban soldiers around him were scattered in twos and threes, either on guard on the city wall or looking out from the city gate.

On his side, almost all of his troops were present, numbering seven or eight hundred, and the remaining troops were not far apart on the streets a little further away.

He was immediately filled with malice. If he could seize this opportunity and capture Zhang Ning, he wouldn't have to worry about these ungrateful people who had been bewitched by Zhang Jiao not obeying his orders!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes! He suddenly raised his hand!

"Brothers, Zhang Ning has accomplished a great feat! Promotion and wealth are just around the corner!"

His troops responded quickly, rushing towards Zhang Ning and the others almost the instant Han Qiong sprang up.

Zhang Ning, standing on the high platform, also revealed a sighing smile.

She showed no panic whatsoever, nor did the surrounding commanders. With a creaking sound, the west gate suddenly swung open!

A silent black figure, marching in perfect unison, slowly appeared in everyone's sight!

One hundred and thirteen people, each clad in jet-black, heavy armor!
The cold, bristly leaves gleamed with a chilling metallic sheen in the dim light of the day! Heavy footsteps pounded on the frozen earth, producing a dull rumble.

They formed three neat rows of horizontal formations, like a moving steel wall, and silently advanced to the foot of the high platform in the city, where they came to a sudden stop!
There were no shouts, no clamor, only a suffocating atmosphere of death! A hundred or so people, yet they exuded a terrifying aura like a thousand troops!
The heavy sabers in their hands pointed diagonally at the ground, their blades gleaming coldly in the wind!

The thirteen men at the head of the group exuded a particularly deep and fierce aura, with the leader dragging a large halberd that plowed a long trail across the ground.

Zhang Xian looked at Han Qiong and his group, then raised his hand, which was also covered in armor, and gently waved it down.

"kill."

"Roar!" More than a hundred heavily armored soldiers let out a low, angry roar in unison, which then became as violent as fire!
The twelve men took the lead and covered the distance of forty or fifty meters in just a few breaths.

The latter, a hundred soldiers from the Mountain Battalion, split into two columns like flowing water, one on the left and one on the right, several meters apart, surrounding Han Qiong and his group, who were in complete chaos.

Looking at the silent and terrifying black army below the platform, and then at the man beneath him who had instantly taken control of the situation, Zhang Ning felt a mix of emotions.

She took a deep breath and suddenly raised the silk scroll containing her father's last handwritten note high in her arms!

"Believers of Huangtian!" Her voice trembled with sobs, yet it was exceptionally high-pitched and clearly carried across the city walls.

"I, Zhang Ning, in the name of the Great Teacher of Virtue, in the name of Heaven! I command you—! To descend and live!"

"We surrender to live!" Zhang Bailu and his loyal commanders, who were prepared in advance, immediately shouted in unison!
"Born to live!"

More and more soldiers and civilians were drawn to this only way out and joined in the shouting!

The sound waves, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly swept through the entire city of Guangzong!

It's like grasping at a straw in a desperate situation, driven by an endless desire to survive!
After the thunderous roar subsided, Zhang Ning stepped down from the high platform and stood beside Zhang Xian: "From this day forward, there will be no more Yellow Turbans."

"From now on, everyone's lives will be in your hands."

Zhang Xianshang pulled up his mask and looked at Zhang Ning and the dozens of tribal leaders beside her: "Copy their names, positions, and the number of people they lead."

"Before entering Bingzhou, they were all people who had been beheaded by our troops there."

He pointed to Han Qiong, where the battle was nearing its end.

Let alone the Han soldiers who were in imminent danger after surrendering to the Yellow Turbans, even the Imperial Guards during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han had no choice but to keep their distance when facing the Mountain Battalion and A Shan and his personal guards.

But the infantrymen were not afraid of arrows. Even if they kept their distance, without powerful weapons like crossbows, they could only sigh at the armored soldiers.

Now that Han Qiong and his group can't leave, death is the only option left for them.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the last head also fell from Ah Shan's sword.

A solemn silence fell over the room.

Beside the high platform, the Yellow Turban leaders were filled with lingering fear. Fortunately, they hadn't harbored any other intentions and had sided with Zhang Ning; otherwise, they might have been among those dismembered heads this morning.

The Shan Battalion cleaned up the battlefield on the spot, and Ashan ran back to report.

"My lord, all 744 enemy leaders have been executed!"

"Collect the heads. Zhang Bailu, go and post their identities. Remember them, and all of you remember them too." Zhang Xian's gaze swept over the group of chieftains.

"You are all dead now!"

"understand!"

The commanders weren't stupid; they naturally understood why Zhang Xian had wasted so much effort.

With Guangzong surrendering, the common people have a chance of survival, but most of these tribal leaders will likely face beheading.

So they dispersed, changed their clothes, and blended into the hundreds of thousands of Guangzong believers.

Before long, all the identities and heads had been assigned and distributed. Then Zhang Xian found the body of an old man in the city who had starved to death long ago but whose body was still relatively intact.

Don't say that this would be unfair to the dead. Nowadays, there are countless corpses like this in Guangzong that have starved to death and been gnawed into pieces.

When people are starving, they really will eat each other!

He pulled Zhang Ning over and pointed to the old man's corpse, saying, "Remember, this is your father, Zhang Jiao!"

Zhang Ning nodded sadly. She knew that this was Zhang Xian's last glimmer of hope for her father to be laid to rest.

"Ugh."

Zhang Xian's gaze swept over the corpse of the starving old man with a complicated expression.

The sky gradually grew brighter.

A hurried announcement rang out from the city wall.

"Young lady! An army of eight hundred men has arrived at the west gate!"

Zhang Ning was startled and was about to climb the city wall to take a look when Zhang Xian stopped him: "My men, don't worry about them."

"In about half an hour, we will be able to accept the surrender. Get ready."

He said something, then pulled out the short whistle from under his neck and blew it.

Dudududu——!
One hundred and twelve people assembled instantly. They had rested enough and had eaten the medicine and food that Zhang Xian had given them in advance, so their stamina and physical strength were almost at full capacity.

"Take the spoils! Get out of the city!"

"promise!"

The armored soldiers lifted the box containing the head, and a jet-black, armored steed suddenly appeared from the depths of Guangzong in front of Zhang Xian.

He patted Mo Ying's neck, then flipped over and climbed on top of her.

The west gate creaked open once again.

outside the city.

Liu Bei and the others watched the city gate suddenly open with great tension, only to see a black iron torrent silently step out.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei gripped their weapons tightly, ready to protect Liu Bei and leave at any moment, but then they noticed that the leading rider looked very familiar.

"Zhang Zhonglang?!"

The three of them exclaimed.

Zhang Xian and the others also walked out of the doorway and arrived near them.

"Xuande! You certainly have guts!"

He laughed a few times and beckoned Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei to come closer.

"Zhong Zhonglang, what's going on here?"

Liu Bei glanced at Zhang Xian and the others with suspicion and uncertainty. The heavy stench of blood emanating from them was terrifying. Bloodstains and chunks of flesh were clearly visible on their armor and weapons.

Ah Shan chuckled and said, "Isn't it obvious? Our lord led us into Guangzong under cover of darkness and we had a good time!"

"Look, most of the Yellow Turban leaders are in these boxes."

"This this."

Liu Bei wasn't stupid; how could such crude rhetoric possibly make sense? He kept looking at Guangzong and then at Zhang Xian, and for a moment he began to wonder if the official he had pledged allegiance to was actually the leader of the Yellow Turbans.
So, am I a Han general or a Yellow Turban rebel?!
"Xuande, don't think too much about it. The matter of Guangzong is about over."

Zhang Xian patted Liu Bei on the shoulder.

"Ah Shan!"

"Here!" Ashan, who had just been rambling on, immediately became solemn.

Zhang Xian threw the Northern Army's military tally at him.

"Assemble the five divisions of captains and arrange them at the west gate to prepare for the surrender of the Yellow Turbans!"

"promise!"

Half an hour later.

Before the Northern Army arrived, another group of people hurriedly rode up on horseback.

Dong Zhuo, accompanied by Li Jue, Guo Si, and other fierce generals from Xiliang, charged forward on horseback with overwhelming force! His face was terrifyingly ashen!
"Zhang Xian! How dare you!"

Dong Zhuo roared, "Accepting surrenders without my permission?! Do you want to rebel?! These Yellow Turban rebels deserve to die! How can they be let off so easily! Guards! Give them to me..."

Hiss!
An even more violent hiss came from Mo Ying's throat.

It was like a bolt of lightning, one moment it was in front of Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, but the next moment it had rushed to Dong Zhuo's side a hundred meters away.

"Lord!"

"Father-in-law!"

Hua Xiong and Niu Fu appeared on either side of Dong Zhuo, brandishing their weapons to block the black ribbon.

Crack! Pfft! Bang!
In a short instant, several sounds burst out in succession.

Before Dong Zhuo could react, he saw his generals Hua Xiong and Niu Fu being blasted off their horses, their weapons broken into pieces, and both coughing up blood.

The heavy, cold wind of the halberd pressed against his neck.

Opposite him were Zhang Xian's emotionless eyes.

"Dong Zhonglang, it seems you haven't remembered a single word I said to you last time."

With each word he spoke, the force in his hand increased, and Dong Zhuo's shoulders on horseback became noticeably uneven.

The pain in his mouth was barely concealed.

To Zhang Xian's slight surprise, Fatty Dong managed to hold back from yelling.

"What did I tell you before?"

He looked down at Dong Zhuo with disdain.

The latter was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak.

The remaining generals around him began to sweat profusely.

Terrifying, utterly terrifying! With a single strike, Zhang Zhonglang knocked two of the strongest generals in the Xiliang army off their horses, their deaths unknown. And now, even our lord's life is in his hands.

Although arbitrarily executing high-ranking officials of the imperial court was a capital offense, they dared not gamble.

It should be noted that Zhang Xian was also a border general, as were they. Sometimes, even they could not predict what border generals might do.

"We, the defeated generals, have repeatedly provoked Zhang Zhonglang, which was truly unwise of us. We will make sure Zhang Zhonglang is satisfied later. Please, Zhonglang, show mercy!"

It was Li Ru again. Among the Xiliang army, a bunch of warriors with more brains and muscles than his personal guards, only Li Ru could persuade Dong Zhuo.

Didn't he try to persuade him?

He tried to persuade him every day, but this was a lord who valued his reputation more than his life.

He suffered defeats every day, and when Zhang Xian arrived, Guangzong surrendered. How could Dong Zhuo tolerate this?

Zhang Xian looked at Li Ru, and slowly raised the halberd that had been pressing down on Dong Zhuo.

He wasn't giving Li Ru face, but rather giving face to what Fatty Dong would do in the future.

Without Fatty Dong, it's unclear who would be the one to initiate the final step in this chaotic world.

If it weren't for Dong Zhuo stealing the fattest peach that Yuan Shao had been plotting to seize, Yuan Shao might not have lost his mind.

Without the Yuan family's help, this big man might have needed several more decades to catch his breath.

"Defeated general, if you dare to bark again, then let's see if I, the Bingzhou soldier, can take down your damned Xiliang!"

"roll!"

The Xiliang group quickly pulled up their two colleagues, whose fates were unknown, and left.

On horseback, Dong Zhuo clutched the wound on his neck, and trembled like a frightened bird when he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xian out of the corner of his eye.

After Dong Zhuo and his men left.

The Northern army has finally assembled.

The officers were completely baffled. How could the situation in Guangzong have become so incomprehensible in just half a day?
"Greetings, Zhonglang!"

The five colonels stepped forward and saluted.

Zhang Xian raised his arm: "Keep your troops under control and prepare to surrender!"

"This"

The captain of the Fifth Battalion of the Northern Army stood frozen in place, his face a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

Surrender? Hundreds of thousands of starving Yellow Turban rebels? Right now? Has Zhang Zhonglang gone mad?

"Lieutenant General...?"

The cavalry captain's throat was dry, and his voice trembled: "Accepting the surrender... this is a matter of great importance. Should we... should we first report to the court? Investigate the bandit leaders and verify their identities..."

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the heavy wooden crates at the feet of Zhang Xian's guards, which reeked of blood and dripped with dark red liquid.

"Court?"

Zhang Xian sat upright atop the dark shadow, the blood scabs on his black armor turning a dark red in the cold wind.

He tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over the pale face of the cavalry captain, his voice not loud.

"I have been granted the secret order of the Grand General to oversee military affairs in Guangzong! I hold the power of decisive action! At this moment, I am the imperial court! My word is to accept surrender, and that is to say! You... are you going to disobey my orders?"

The last word fell like an ice pick piercing to the bone! The cavalry captain shuddered and subconsciously took half a step back, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Disobeying orders?

He recalled how he had made Dong Zhonglang hand over the military tally in just a few moments yesterday, and the scene just now where he saw Dong Zhonglang fleeing while clutching his neck.

This Zhang Zhonglang was no ordinary, rule-abiding scholar-general like Lu Zhi! He was truly daring to kill! And he killed without any scruples!
"The general will not dare!"

The cavalry captain and the other four captains hurriedly clasped their hands and bowed, their voices trembling slightly.

"We obey the General's orders! Surrender! Surrender immediately!"

The command was like pouring ice water into boiling oil.

A muffled bugle call, tinged with panic, echoed through the Northern army ranks, replaced by a slightly chaotic sound of footsteps and the clanging of armor.

Under the stern reprimands of the captains, the five battalions of Han soldiers barely managed to form ranks on the open field outside the west gate. Their spears formed a forest, but they lacked some of their killing intent and instead displayed more vigilance and bewilderment.

　My sect's menial disciple, what the hell is this "information from all realms"?
　　Synopsis: Li Daoyi transmigrates to a cultivation world, becoming a low-ranking servant disciple of the Lingyun Sect, and obtains the Multiverse Intelligence System.

　　[Ding! Today's information on all realms has been updated.]

　　[Magic Item (Level 2): ​​From the Bleach world, when Aizen was sealed by Kisuke, he threw his Zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, with all his might, and it fell into the Sea of ​​Time and Space, randomly landing in the Lingyun Sect's Wenxin Valley.]

　　[Cultivation (Level 1): From the Naruto world, a vast information network, Master Guy inscribed his life's work, the Eight Gates, on a stone wall. This stone wall then fell into the Sea of ​​Time and Space, landing in a stream outside the Lingyun Sect.]

　　With the help of the daily updated information system of all realms, Li Daoyi's path to immortality was unimpeded. He secretly developed his skills as a servant and eventually ascended to the highest level.

　　"Huh! Junior brother, did you just kill an old monster in the Golden Core stage with a single punch?"

　　"Senior brother, you're mistaken. He's just an ordinary elderly cultivator. You can do it too!"

　　This book is also called
　　My talent changes every day!

　　"Having gained access to the intelligence system, I shock the sect every day."

　　Today I'll learn the Eight Gates Formation, tomorrow I'll learn the Kamehameha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)