Zhang Chun is dead.

A man with a dignified worth of two thousand stones, a descendant of a Bianjun family, experienced such a great battle, survived with swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows, hammers, and stones, but in the end he drowned in the Hutuo River after the war.

Moreover, it is probably impossible to salvage it now because it is a fool's errand. But after dawn, who knows where the body will be washed away by the undercurrent of the river?

In other words, there is a 100% chance that this Governor Zhang will end up dead without a burial place.

Therefore, after Lou Gui retreated, everyone on Tushan behaved in different ways. Some shook their heads and sighed, some were speechless, some were panicked, some looked around with flickering eyes, not knowing what they were thinking, and some had expressions on their faces.

He stared solemnly and carefully at the leader, Gongsun Xun.

Although there were many people, just like the previous military meeting, due to the large class gap, when five people with two thousand stones gathered here, the rest of the people somewhat lacked a sense of presence.

"I dare to ask Mr. Zhang, the commander of the five senses... what can be done about this matter?" The first person to formally speak out was Feng Xin, the Prime Minister of Changshan who had just written the most proud poem of his life. How did he hear this?

Two thousand stones died suddenly, and it was obvious that he could not hide his panic.

The rest, Guo Dian, Zong Yuan, and Cheng Pu followed Feng Xin and looked at Gongsun Xun who was sitting at the top.

Gongsun Xun frowned slightly: "Although Governor Zhang has some disagreements with me because of the dispatch of troops and the matter of the Zhen family in Zhongshan, in today's battle, he is still worthy of the words 'sacrifice one's life and take the lead bravely'.

Everyone, you and I are both colleagues and leaders. If we publish the actual information about the drowning, I am afraid it will be unfair... Therefore, I would like to ask you to jointly sign a memorial to express the situation of the eunuch who sacrificed his life to serve the country and died in battle.

, how about it?”

Everyone couldn't help but look a little relieved.

Even after Feng Xin thought for a moment, he naturally realized: "Yes, since Zhang Taishou is dead and has no life, it is useless to dwell on this matter. As colleagues, you and I should put the matters behind us first in both emotions and rationality, and not with others."

Let him 'drown' rather than let him 'die in battle'!"

"I still have to work hard for Prime Minister Feng to write the memorial." Gongsun Xun followed suit.

Feng Xin sighed repeatedly but did not refuse.

Cheng Pu naturally didn't need to say anything, and Guo Dian, Zong Yuan and others didn't say much after all.

And what is very interesting is that after the initial shock and emotion, no one said anything more... After a few words, they continued to eat, drink, and talk about poetry and affairs.

Think about it, if one hundred thousand Yellow Turban Army collapses in one day, there may be tens of thousands of corpses lying around. It is said that human life is like grass. We have seen a lot of life and death today, and we have not much relationship with that pure universality.

So what about two thousand stones?

When you die, you are dead, and when you are gone, you are gone...Unconsciously, the world and people's hearts have actually changed.

However, the banquet was planned in a hurry, so after having some wine and food, and forcibly talking about romance and military exploits, everyone dispersed in a hurry, and everyone went back to do their own things.

While some personal guards were setting up a simple military tent on the Tushan platform, Gongsun Xun also got busy. He first took advantage of the moonlight to visit the wounded nearby, and then asked about the names of the dozens of subordinates who died in the battle today.

After receiving the message and comforting him a lot, he turned back to the mountain, lit candles again, and started writing letters in the simple tent that had just been set up.

Among them, there are some for his mother in Liaodong, and some for his back house in Fanyang. Several wives and concubines have expressed their condolences. There is even one for Zhao Yun to forward to Lu Fan’s wife, Mrs. Liu, probably to inform her.

Concerned about Lu Fan's safety and thank you for your hard work.

The reason for this is that Lu Fan is Gongsun Xun's personal minister, and Mrs. Liu is one of the few Gongsun Xun's personal ministers who is married and housekeeper... Although the rest of Han Dang and Lou Gui have children, they generally have children.

Only the concubines rewarded by Gongsun Auntie can't be on the stage.

As for Wei Yue's wife, it's better to ignore it, so as to save the melons and plums.

After finishing writing a bunch of letters, especially the letter to Aunt Gongsun, which was a bit long, Gongsun Xun felt tired for a while, so he went back to the swaying couch to rest. However, after he turned out the light and lay down on it, he actually turned over again.

He sat up, lit the candle himself, and then went to write letters to Gongsun Fan in Luozhong and Xu Rongzai in Guangzong City.

On July 15th, the moon was full and bright outside the tent, the lights inside the tent were dim, and I couldn't sleep for a while.

In other words, from beginning to end, at least up to this point, Gongsun Xun had not summoned Lou Gui to ask what was going on with Zhang Chun. In fact, the handsome general with five senses had no such idea at all!

Anyway, if he wants Zhang Chun to die, Zhang Chun will die; if he does not affect the battle situation and does not implicate the army, he also does not seem to implicate too much... So what else? As for what happened to him?

What does this tragic incident have to do with Gongsun Xun?

Speaking of breaking the sky, Zhang Chun also 'died fighting hard', or at most 'died by drowning'! Maybe Governor Zhang really accidentally boarded a broken ship?

On July 15th, the moon is full in the sky.

Guo Dian was wearing clothes and sitting on a barrier in the west of the city. The sergeants on the left and right had already dozed off tiredly. There were still faint sounds of crying from where the surrender troops were gathering. The waves of the Hutuo River continued to roll in from time to time.

Some smell of blood... Everything seemed to have fallen silent, but Guo Junye still couldn't sleep looking at the moon.

It's ridiculous to say that even Gongsun Xun himself had made up his mind that Zhang Chun had drowned. But who didn't know that Governor Guo Dian immediately realized that Zhang Shuren's death was related to that person?

The man with five senses who showed great power today will be closely involved.

There was no other way, Gongsun Xun showed his weakness in front of Guo Dian.

Guo Junye had doubts when he asked for instructions on the siege. Why did the other party assign the siege work and let him, who was already stationed on the west side, to besiege the west city, but asked Zong Yuan to besiege the east city? You must know that there are clearly already people on the east side.

Zhang Chun, the prefect of Zhongshan, fought hard all day!

Logically speaking, shouldn't Zhang Chun be the one to besiege Dongcheng?

At that time, Guo Dian only thought that Gongsun Xun wanted to use the pressure of the great victory to suppress Zhang Chun, or to abandon Zhang Chun or even toss him... After all, Wuji was only more than thirty miles away from here, and the former prefect Zhang

What he did was not a secret, and this guy Xiaoyi came before, making it even more obvious to everyone.

Therefore, almost everyone in the army now knew that Zhen Yi, whom Zhang Chun and Zhang Shuren had been thinking about before, was actually an old friend of this handsome general. They had even guessed that he was going to be unlucky since he was entrusted with the relationship after his death.

However, who would have thought that he would actually "drown to death"? Who could be as horrified as Guo Dian and wake up all of a sudden?

At this thought, Guo Dian couldn't help but raise his head and sigh slightly at the moon... A prefect with a rank of two thousand stone, a dignified minister of the country, was directly murdered by another two thousand stone. On normal days, this must be as big as the sky.

Case! And with Guo Junye’s character and temperament, he must reveal this matter to the central government at all costs.

But at this moment, Governor Guo found that he was powerless because he had no evidence; and he did not dare to ruin the good situation in the army. After all, Gongsun Xun was too powerful. In the past, 50,000 to 60,000 people fought for several months, but he was not as good as

A few days; that's all. What really frightens this Kansai-born Liang Qianshi is that even from a moral and human perspective, he has no desire to seek justice for Zhang Chun...

In fact, people as sharp as Guo Dian quickly realized that the world has changed!

The previous rules and methods of doing things are no longer appropriate. Even the standards of right and wrong, good and evil, are completely different.

But if this is the case, then what does Guo Junye have learned and insisted on in the past few decades?

Governor Guo looked up at the moon, unable to conceal the sadness in his heart... Perhaps the only things that truly remain unchanged through the ages are the bright full moon above his head and the rivers and mountains at his feet?

No, rivers and mountains can also be changed. Didn't Wang Jing make the river move? Didn't Guangwu reshape the rivers and mountains? The only thing that remains unchanged is the bright moon above.

I am over forty years old and can be said to be decrepit. It is impossible to catch up with the general trend of the world. So why not settle for the second best and follow the example of this bright moon and be alone!

After reluctantly finding some faith, Guo Junye only felt sore and weak all over. The fatigue and hard work of the day suddenly came over him, and he started snoring together with the soldiers around him under the moonlight.

The sky was getting brighter, and the 70,000 to 80,000 Han troops on both sides of the Hutuo River quickly became busy... building pontoon bridges, cleaning the battlefield, and moving all camps to Henan.

The top brass of the army also have to deal with some important matters, such as discussing the military merits of various departments, pursuing and clearing out deserters from surrounding areas, and placing prisoners, not to mention that there is a city of Xiaquyang with more than 20,000 people in front of them that needs to be besieged...

One by one, although Gongsun Xunzhi was here, he still had to negotiate with the other two thousand stone officers. What's more, it was already after the war, and the officers with thousands of stone and six hundred stone soldiers in the army had to be treated gracefully.

Let them express their opinions.

For a time, the whole army was really busy. Except for Feng Xin, who wanted to write an article describing how Zhang Chun went out in mourning clothes and fought bravely, no one mentioned the unlucky drowned man again.

Tens of thousands of corpses were to be burned in the capital, but who was missing the one who was eaten by the fish? Even Zhang Ju, a younger brother of the Zhang Chun clan, came to Zhongshan, but he just sent his family to ask for a piece of "bone remains" to take back for burial, and then fled in a hurry.

Amid the turmoil, the army gradually restored order. Three or four days later, when the weather gradually turned colder, everyone in the army only thought about the rewards for their military achievements, as well as the upcoming sacrifices and inscriptions... They couldn't help it.

In this way, soldiers are also human beings after all. After a hard battle, they are in urgent need of cultural life to soothe their hearts. For the people at the bottom of this age, sacrifice is the most important cultural activity.

However, the upper echelons of the military are not concerned about these things that have been agreed upon at this time. What they are discussing and arguing about is another matter.

"Selling prisoners is too much anyway..." Due to a dispute in the Chinese military tent, everyone with a weight of two thousand stones had been kicked out. However, after they left, Guo Dian, who was about to let go to refute the matter, said half of his words.

But he was stunned and didn't say anything.

"But what if we don't sell them?" Gongsun Xun sighed upon seeing this. "We threw tens of thousands of captives and injured ones under the city to Zhang Bao. Do we want to kill all the living and sound ones?

No? Killing them may be able to intimidate the city, but it may also make the city feel the same hatred. And if they are repatriated and resettled on the spot, these people are all young men who have rebelled and been on the battlefield. I am not afraid that they will come again one day.

Is there a big chaos? Mr. Guo, you are wrong when I say that the prisoners should be sold, but do you have any tips?"

Guo Dian sat on one side, becoming more and more speechless, because he really didn't have any good ideas.

These days there are generally only three options for dealing with prisoners:

The first one is called killing to establish prestige, which means killing prisoners. However, the Han army has to consider the adverse reactions caused by killing prisoners, so it usually waits until the end of the war before taking a serious action.

In fact, according to the history of another time and space, there are no explicit records of post-war killings in Changshe and Runan by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun in the early period. In Guangzong, the Yellow Turban Army tragically threw themselves into the river, and it was not until the two sides fought to the end that

In Nanyang and Xiaquyang respectively, there are clear written records of killing prisoners and building Beijing temples.

The second one is, of course, to resettle it on the spot. But there is no doubt about the risk. From the perspective of the ruler, the senior military officials are most disgusted with this method of disposal.

The last one is to recruit and surrender. This was also a very common practice in the era when manpower was a precious resource. Gongsun Xun, Huangfu Song, and Zhu Jun, as examples of hastily sending troops, actually recruited surrenders from the Yellow Turban Army in the early stage.

However, when the war has come to this point, the Han army already has no shortage of troops. Even Guo Xun, who is responsible for supplies behind his back, has repeatedly written letters, saying that the treasury in the rear is gradually emptying, the people's morale is unstable, and Gongsun Xun and Guo

, Feng and others all have the intention of selecting the best and eliminating the worst to reduce logistical pressure.

It would be unwise to keep prisoners as surrender troops at this time.

At this moment, when everyone was in doubt, the commander-in-chief Gongsun Xun suddenly proposed that the prisoners should be distributed and sold. From the noble families of various counties in Youzhou to the wealthy local wealthy people in Jizhou, they mobilized to absorb this manpower...

...After all, these people are rebels. It is enough to be lenient if they can survive, not to mention that selling them dispersedly can also disorganize these people's organization.
To be continued...