Chapter 257: Though the Head and Body Are Parted, the Heart Knows No Regret

Zhang Chun was dead.

A distinguished two-thousand-bushel official, a scion of a border commandery family, he had endured such a great battle — blades, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows, hammers, and stones, he had weathered it all — only to drown in the Hutuo River after the fighting was over.

And now, in the pitch darkness, there was probably no way to recover the body; but once daylight came, who knew where the undercurrents of the riverbed might have carried the corpse?

In other words, this Grand Administrator Zhang had, ten times out of ten, met the fate of dying without a burial place.

And so, after Lou Gui withdrew, the people on the earthen hill showed varied reactions — some shook their heads with sighs, some were speechless, some were momentarily panicked, some glanced around with flickering eyes, no one knew what they were thinking, and still others looked grave as they fixed their gaze intently on Gongsun Xun at the head.

Though there were many people, just as during the earlier military council, the vast gap in rank meant that when five two-thousand-bushel officials gathered here, everyone else was somewhat lacking in presence.

"May I ask the General of the Household of All Purposes, Grand Administrator Zhang's matter... what is to be done about it?" The first to formally speak was, strikingly, Feng Xin, the Chancellor of Changshan, who had just composed the most proud poem of his life; upon suddenly hearing of a two-thousand-bushel official's sudden death, he clearly could not hide his fluster.

The others — Guo Dian, Zong Yuan, and Cheng Pu — all followed Feng Xin's gaze toward Gongsun Xun, seated at the head.

Gongsun Xun frowned slightly. "Although Grand Administrator Zhang had some friction with me over the troop deployment and the matter of the Zhen clan of Zhongshan, in today's battle, the words 'risking life and forgetting death, charging bravely at the fore' are ones he truly deserves. Gentlemen, since we are his colleagues and brothers-in-arms, if we report the truth of his drowning, I fear it would be somewhat unjust... Therefore, I propose that we jointly submit a memorial, praising Grand Administrator Zhang for giving his life for the state and dying in the line of battle. What say you?"

The people's expressions could not help but ease somewhat.

Even Feng Xin, after a moment's thought, naturally came to his senses. "Indeed, since Grand Administrator Zhang is beyond all hope of survival, dwelling on this matter is of no benefit. As his colleagues, in both sentiment and reason we should prioritize his posthumous affairs. Rather than let him 'die by drowning,' it is far better to let him 'die in battle'!"

"The matter of drafting the memorial, I must trouble Chancellor Feng with it," Gongsun Xun said, going with the flow.

Feng Xin sighed repeatedly but did not decline.

Cheng Pu naturally needed no urging, and Guo Dian, Zong Yuan, and the others ultimately said nothing more.

And what was very interesting was that after the initial shock and sighs, the people showed no further reaction... After exchanging a few more words, they continued eating, drinking, discussing poetry, and debating affairs.

When you thought about it, a hundred thousand Yellow Turban troops had collapsed in a single day; at this moment, there might well be tens of thousands of corpses lying around. Human life was as cheap as straw, everyone had seen enough life and death today, and none of them had much personal friendship with Zhang Chun — so what if he was a two-thousand-bushel official?

Dead was dead, gone was gone... Imperceptibly, the ways of the world and the hearts of men had already changed.

However, the banquet had been hastily prepared to begin with, so after taking a little wine and food and forcing some conversation about romance and military exploits, the crowd dispersed, each returning to attend to their own affairs.

And while some personal guards were setting up a simple military tent on the earthen hill platform, Gongsun Xun also busied himself. He first went by moonlight to visit his own wounded nearby, then inquired about the details of the several dozen volunteers who had died in battle that day. Only after offering ample consolation did he return to the earthen hill, where he lit a candle and began writing letters in the simple camp tent that had just been erected.

Among them, there was one to his mother in Liaodong, one to his household halted at Fanyang — with words of comfort for his several wives and concubines — and even one to be forwarded by Zhao Yun to Lady Liu, the wife of Lu Fan, roughly reporting Lu Fan's safety and expressing his regards for her hardship.

The reason for this was that Lu Fan was Gongsun Xun's private retainer, and Lady Liu was one of the few among Gongsun Xun's private retainers to have been properly wedded and to manage a household... The others, such as Han Dang and Lou Gui, though they had long had children, generally only had concubines bestowed by Lady Gongsun, who were not presentable.

As for that wife of Wei Yue's, it was better not to pay her any attention, to avoid suspicion.

After finishing the pile of letters — the one to Lady Gongsun being unavoidably rather long — Gongsun Xun was momentarily weary and went to rest on the somewhat rickety couch. Yet after he extinguished the lamp and lay down, he actually sat back up, personally relit the candle, and then wrote additional letters to Gongsun Fan in Luoyang and to Xu Rong beneath Guangzong City.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, outside the tent the full moon shone bright and clear; inside the tent the lamplight flickered long into the night, and for a time sleep would not come.

It must be said, from beginning to end, at least up to this point, Gongsun Xun had not summoned Lou Gui to question him clearly about what exactly had happened with Zhang Chun. In truth, this General of the Household of All Purposes had never even entertained the thought!

In any case, he wanted Zhang Chun dead, and Zhang Chun was dead; he wanted no disruption to the campaign and no implication of his brothers-in-arms, and indeed there seemed to be no excessive fallout... That being so, what more was there to ask? As for what brutal thing had befallen the man, what business was it of his, Gongsun Xun?

Even if you argued until the sky split open, Zhang Chun had "fought valiantly and died in battle," or at worst "drowned." Who knew, perhaps Grand Administrator Zhang really had unwittingly boarded a broken boat?

The fifteenth of the seventh month, the full moon at its zenith.

Guo Dian, wrapped in his clothes, sat in desolation atop a rampart west of the city. The soldiers around him had long since dozed off from exhaustion; faint weeping still drifted from where the surrendered troops were being gathered; the waves of the Hutuo River lapped unceasingly, occasionally carrying the scent of blood... Everything seemed to have sunk into silence, yet Guo Junye still gazed at the moon, unable to sleep.

It was laughable, really — even Gongsun Xun himself had made up his mind and "determined" that Zhang Chun had drowned, but unbeknownst to him, Guo Dian, Grand Administrator Guo, had realized from the very first moment that the death of Zhang Shuren was inseparably linked to that General of the Household of All Purposes who had displayed such divine might today.

There was no helping it; Gongsun Xun had revealed a flaw before Guo Dian.

Guo Junye had felt puzzled as early as when he requested instructions on the siege arrangements — why, when assigning the encirclement duties, had the other man ordered him, who was already stationed on the west side, to take the opportunity to surround the western ramparts, while sending Zong Yuan to surround the eastern ramparts? It must be understood that to the east, there was clearly Zhang Chun, the Grand Administrator of Zhongshan, who had fought fiercely the entire day!

By all logic, shouldn't Zhang Chun have been the one to surround the east city?

At the time, Guo Dian had merely thought that Gongsun Xun wanted to use the prestige of his great victory to put some pressure on Zhang Chun, or perhaps to sideline or even give him a hard time... After all, Wuji was barely thirty li from here, and that Grand Administrator Zhang's previous conduct was no secret; and then the scoundrel had shown up in mourning clothes, making the matter known to everyone far and wide.

Thus, by now nearly everyone in the army, high and low, knew that the Zhen Yi whom Zhang Chun, Zhang Shuren, had been coveting was actually an old friend of this General of the Household of All Purposes — the kind of relationship where one entrusts one's posthumous affairs — and they had long guessed he was due for misfortune.

Yet who could have imagined it would be "death by drowning"? And who else, like Guo Dian, could be so horrified and suddenly realize the truth?

At this thought, Guo Dian could not help but raise his head to the moon and sigh softly... A grand administrator ranked at two thousand bushels, a dignified important minister of the state, had been directly murdered by another two-thousand-bushel official. In ordinary times, this would have been a case of earth-shattering proportions! And given his, Guo Junye's, character and temper, he would certainly have spared no effort to expose this matter to the central authorities.

But at this moment, Grand Administrator Guo found himself powerless to act, for there was no proof or evidence; nor did he dare to ruin the army's excellent situation — after all, Gongsun Xun was too formidable; fifty or sixty thousand men had fought for months without achieving what that man had done in days. And that was not even the worst of it. What truly terrified this two-thousand-bushel official of Guanxi origin was that even in terms of reason and human sentiment, he felt no desire to seek justice for Zhang Chun...

In truth, someone as sharp as Guo Dian quickly realized that the ways of the world had changed!

The old rules and methods of conduct were already out of step with the times. Even the standards of right and wrong, good and evil, had become utterly different.

But if that were so, then what of the things he, Guo Junye, had studied and upheld for the past several decades?

Grand Administrator Guo raised his head to look at the moon, unable to conceal the sorrow in his heart... Perhaps, the only things truly unchanging through the ages were the bright, pure moon above his head and the rivers and mountains beneath his feet?

No, even the rivers and mountains could change — had not Wang Jing shifted the course of the Great River? Had not Emperor Guangwu reforged the rivers and mountains? The only unchanging thing was the bright moon overhead.

He was past forty, could be deemed old and decrepit, and it was already nigh impossible for him to keep pace with the great trends of the realm. Better to settle for the next best thing and, emulating this bright moon, tend to his own virtue in solitude!

Having barely managed to find a conviction to hold onto, Guo Junye felt his whole body grow limp and sore; the exhaustion and toil of the day surged over him at once, and there under the moon, like the soldiers around him, his snores gradually rose.

As the sky gradually brightened, the seventy to eighty thousand Han troops on both banks of the Hutuo River quickly busied themselves... constructing pontoon bridges, clearing the battlefield, and moving the entire camp south of the river.

The army's high command also had major matters to handle, such as discussing the merits of each unit, pursuing and sweeping the surrounding area for deserters, and settling the captives — not to mention that right before them lay Xiaquyang, holding over twenty thousand men, which needed to be besieged... Matter after matter, item after item; although Gongsun Xun bore the imperial tally here, he still had to deliberate with the other several two-thousand-bushel officials. Moreover, now that the battle was over, the thousand-bushel and six-hundred-bushel officers in the army also had to be treated with courtesy and allowed to voice their opinions.

For a time, the entire army, high and low, was indeed frantically busy. Apart from Feng Xin, who had to compose an essay describing how Zhang Chun had gone to war in mourning clothes and fought so valiantly, no one mentioned that unlucky drowned ghost again.

Tens of thousands of corpses were all to be gathered and burned — would they miss the one that the fish had gnawed on? Even when Zhang Chun's clansman brother Zhang Ju arrived in Zhongshan, he merely sent family members to retrieve a portion of "remains" to take back for burial, and then fled in haste.

Amidst all the clamor and confusion, the great army gradually restored order. After three or four days, just as the weather was beginning to turn cool, the entire army, high and low, could think only of rewards for their battle merits and the upcoming sacrifices and stele inscriptions... They could not help it; the soldiers were, after all, human, and after bitter fighting they urgently needed cultural life to soothe their spirits. And for the lower classes of this era, sacrificial rites were the most important cultural activity.

However, for the army's upper echelons, what occupied their attention at this moment was not these already settled matters, but another issue entirely, which they were currently discussing and disputing.

"No matter what, trafficking captives is simply too..." In the central army tent, because a dispute had arisen, everyone below two thousand bushels had been driven out. But after they left, Guo Dian, preparing to openly criticize the matter, started to speak but stopped halfway, unable to continue.

"But if we don't sell them, what should we do?" Gongsun Xun sighed at this. "Tens of thousands of captives — the wounded we've already thrown beneath the city walls to Zhang Bao. Are we to slaughter all the living and able-bodied ones as well? Killing them might intimidate the city, but it might also make them unite against a common foe. And if we release and resettle them on the spot, these are all able-bodied men who have rebelled and fought on the battlefield — aren't you afraid they'll stir up another great rebellion someday? Guo Jun, I say we sell the captives off, and you say it's improper, but do you have any brilliant solution?"

Guo Dian sat to one side, increasingly speechless, for he truly had no good solution.

In this era, there were generally only three ways to deal with captives:

The first was to kill to instill fear — that is, to execute the captives. However, the Han army ultimately had to consider the adverse reactions that killing captives would provoke, so they usually waited until the very end of a campaign to truly strike and deliver a ruthless blow.

In fact, according to the history of another timeline, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun in the early stages at Changshe and Runan had no recorded instances of post-battle slaughter; at Guangzong, the Yellow Turbans tragically threw themselves into the river; and it was only when both sides fought to the very end that there were clear records of killing captives and raising burial mounds at Nanyang and Xiaquyang respectively.

The second method, naturally, was to resettle them on the spot. But the risks of this were beyond doubt, and from the perspective of the rulers, the army's high command actually found this method the most distasteful.

And the last method was to absorb and recruit them. This was also a very common practice in an era where manpower was a precious resource, and Gongsun Xun, Huangfu Song, and Zhu Jun, as typical examples of hastily raised armies, had all taken actions to recruit from among the Yellow Turbans in the early stages.

However, now that the campaign had reached this stage, as far as this place was concerned, the Han army had long ceased to be short of troops. In fact, Guo Xun, who was in charge of supplies in the rear, had repeatedly written to say that the rear storehouses were gradually emptying and popular sentiment was unstable, and Gongsun Xun, Guo, Feng, and the others had instead begun to consider selecting the best and eliminating the inferior to reduce the logistical burden.

Keeping the captives at this moment as surrendered soldiers is truly unwise.

And just then, as everyone was at a loss, the commander Gongsun Xun suddenly proposed dispersing and selling off the captives, mobilizing everyone from the frontier commandery clans of Youzhou to the great local houses and powerful magnates of Jizhou to absorb this manpower… After all, these people were rebels to begin with; that they can survive should already be considered lenient enough, not to mention that dispersing and selling them would also break down their organization.

However, though this approach seemed to cover all sides, Guo Dian immediately recognized the absurdity of the move… Setting aside the impropriety of the sale itself, if it were actually carried out, on the one hand, powerful great clans would likely collude with local authorities to swallow up these able-bodied men; on the other, it could very easily turn into a means for local officials to extort and impose levies on well-to-do households.

Having been an official for half his life, Guo Dian understood the tricks here better than anyone.

But, understanding aside, Governor Guo actually could not think of a better solution — logistics were weak, and the war was still ongoing, so the captives could neither be kept nor recruited; to prevent the Yellow Turbans from reviving, he, as the Grand Administrator of Julu, would be the first to refuse settling them locally, and presumably Feng Xin, the Chancellor of Changshan, could not agree either; and as for killing the captives…

After pondering for half the day, before Guo Dian could come up with an idea, Feng Xin over there had already grown impatient: "Lord Guo, what exactly are you being so stubborn about? The realm is still in a state of continuous warfare and unrest; the General of the Household of All Purposes' handling of this is already the best way. Besides, with the state's affairs so difficult, you and I, both as Two-Thousand-Bushel officials, are here together serving the state. Even if we have some minor opinions, we should do our utmost to compromise for the greater good and focus our efforts in one direction. Otherwise, how can we face our elders and the central government? Your public outburst was already unwise. And if you ask me, at this moment, everyone should simply follow the General of the Household of All Purposes."

Hearing these words, and glancing at the expressions of Cheng Pu and Zong Yuan, Guo Dian could only grit his teeth and say: "In that case, I have one point — the officers among the Yellow Turban rebels need to be…"

"I understand." Gongsun Xun immediately cut him off. "Lord Guo, rest assured… The officers and leaders among the Yellow Turban rebels must be singled out and publicly executed according to the law; furthermore, we must do our utmost to separate them by their place of origin, with priority given to the frontier commanderies of Youzhou; finally, I will bear full responsibility for this matter. If the central government questions it, or if the Western Garden demands the proceeds from these captives, let them come to me!"

Guo Dian was utterly speechless.

"There, isn't that settled then?" Seeing the matter decided, Feng Xin could not help but slap the table before him forcefully. "Now that this is settled, in a couple of days we shall hold the sacrifices and erect the stele. After that, we wait for the commendation documents for this battle to arrive, and take the chance to select the best and eliminate the inferior. Finally, we concentrate our elite troops to besiege the city… Before winter arrives, we strike in one surge, take the city, and quell the rebellion, and then this phase will be concluded."

At these words, the few Two-Thousand-Bushel officials in the tent reacted differently.

Guo Dian and Zong Yuan actually looked visibly relieved, clearly as worn down by the war as Feng Xin was. The former was under too much pressure, while the latter had his incompetence as Colonel Protector of the Wuhuan exposed by the campaign, so neither could bear the burden any longer.

Cheng Pu, however, seemed somewhat disappointed — it was obvious that he, having used the war to leap into the rank of a Two-Thousand-Bushel Captain, had some desire to follow Gongsun Xun and earn more merit.

In truth, it was not just these few. Since the Yellow Turban uprising in the second month, those with real ability had more or less found a path to break the shackles of birth and seniority and leap upward, and thus harbored various unusual ambitions; while the civil officials long ensconced in high positions and the incompetent largely wished to quickly end the chaos and return to the "proper track."

As for Gongsun Xun at the head of the gathering, faced with Feng Xin's rare loss of composure, he remained expressionless and thoughtful, leaving others unable to read him.

This was not Gongsun Xun deliberately putting on an act; in truth, he really was thinking about something… Combining his own military experience with the things his mother had told him, this General of the Household of All Purposes was lamenting the future hundreds of thousands of captives from Nanyang and Guangzong.

After all, his strength fell short!

With the Zhen clan's assistance, the Anli Trading Company, which had resurged after the Youzhou Yellow Turbans collapsed, could easily take over and, in coordination with local authorities and powerful magnates, absorb the captives here. But when it came to the prisoners of war from Guangzong, Yingchuan, or even Nanyang, his strength truly fell short.

If one truly harbored goodwill and did not wish to see rivers of blood, could one forcibly go to those places and buy the captives?

Perhaps one could, but the cost had to be considered.

The Yellow Turban rebellion had erupted, and now everywhere there were common folk who could not survive… Even if the Gongsun mother and son held kindness in their hearts, they should prioritize aiding the refugees fleeing toward Liaodong, shouldn't they? Why aid the Yellow Turban rebels who had embraced a cult and refused to stay peaceful?

Transporting people from Yingchuan to Liaodong — suppose it cost a hundred thousand cash per person. With that money, why not aid ten refugees fleeing north from Jizhou and Qingzhou because of the war? Across all of Jizhou, five out of ten houses stood empty; where had all the people gone? Was there any shortage of pitiful people in this realm needing rescue?

To put it bluntly, if one truly focused their mind on the captives of Guangzong or even Yingchuan, one could only say that the conscience and intelligence of this Gongsun mother and son had both been eaten by dogs!

To spend more resources to save fewer people, rather than using less effort to save more lives? On what grounds?

But, if one did not save them, then truly no one would… Those people would really die.

This was the chaotic age, where human lives were as worthless as grass. From the moment the Zhang brothers raised the banner of the Yellow Heaven and rebelled, the wheel of history truly began rolling forward, unstoppable.

Fortunately, Gongsun Xun considered himself already a seasoned general, who should have long learned to face these matters of life and death and impermanence.

With a matter that could still be considered fair to heaven and conscience settled, everyone felt somewhat relieved.

Yet just as the several Two-Thousand-Bushel officials turned to discussing the sacrificial rites, and a few smiles began to appear among them, suddenly, someone outside the tent urgently requested an audience.

"My lord, a fast rider has come with great difficulty from Guangzong… sent jointly by Cao Mengde and Xu Bojin." Lou Gui entered the tent with a grave expression, and Han Dang, who followed in at his side, also wore a heavy look.

"What has happened?" Gongsun Xun had roughly guessed it was a certain matter, so it was instead Guo Dian who tensed up first. "Has the situation at Guangzong changed?"

"Reporting to Governor Guo." As expected, Lou Gui sighed and then spoke helplessly. "Our general's esteemed teacher, the General of the Household of the North, Lord Lu, because he refused the demand for bribes by the Minor Attendant of the Yellow Gates Zuo Feng, was falsely accused of nurturing bandits to bolster his own importance. A few days ago, he was actually sent to Luoyang in a cage cart. The one now replacing Lord Lu is the General of the Household of the East, Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhongying… Moreover, after General Dong led the Western Liang troops and some Hedong cavalry to Guangzong, not knowing at the time that we had already won a great victory, he actually directly abandoned the siege of Guangzong and turned toward this place. But halfway, he heard the news of our great victory at Xiaquyang, and had no choice but to turn south again and then redeploy the siege."

Two pieces of news — Gongsun Xun and the others in the tent were quite speechless.

Speaking plainly, setting aside what Lu Zhi's dismissal revealed about the Son of Heaven's anxious posture and the eunuchs' counterattack — on the matter itself, Lu Zhi's personal safety was not worth mentioning, because he was truly in no danger… The Son of Heaven would not be so foolish as to execute a "meritless general" while the war was still ongoing. Moreover, Teacher Lu's backing was extremely solid; in the court, Grand General He Jin, the Three Excellencies Liu Kuan, Yang Ci, and Yuan Kui, as well as the Prefect of the Masters of Writing Liu Tao — not one of them would fail to rescue him.

Not to mention that Feng Xin's written account, co-signed by all the Two-Thousand-Bushel officials of the army, along with the victory report Gongsun Xun had sent, had arrived at a most opportune moment.

Of course, the proper gesture still had to be made. Gongsun Xun immediately slammed the table and rose, denouncing the eunuchs as detestable, and offered to use his own merits to plead for his teacher's pardon… The others also expressed their sentiments one after another.

And after this symbolic commotion, the men in the tent were again left speechless by Dong Zhuo's maneuver… It was quite clear that Dong Zhongying was also a man who understood warfare. Arriving beneath the walls of Guangzong, one look told him the city simply could not be taken by assault, yet the Son of Heaven had sent him to replace Lu Zhi precisely to see quick results. That was why he had decided to temporarily abandon Guangzong and turn north toward Xiaquyang, preparing to join forces with Gongsun Xun to fight a victorious battle.

Yet, who could have imagined that Gongsun Xun would display such divine might, using Zhang He's outstanding performance and Zhang Bao's incompetence to settle the situation in one stroke?

Dong Zhuo was thoroughly trapped by the Son of Heaven and Gongsun Xun… "Redeploying the siege" — it sounded fine, but heaven knew how much time would be lost. When the time came, would the Son of Heaven spare him? Lu Zhi had been sent to Luoyang in a cage cart for wasting time; you, Dong Zhuo, have wasted even more time and thrown away all prior efforts. If you are not dealt with… do you think your face is especially large?

Probably at this very moment, Dong Zhongying's fate was already sealed… It was just pitiful that yet another loyal servant of the Great Han, who had served the state with all his heart and strength, was also going to be sent to Luoyang in a cage cart in a daze.

Of course, at this moment, one had to pretend not to have guessed this outcome.

After a bout of discussion, the several Two-Thousand-Bushel officials in the tent had no further thoughts and took their leave one after another.

However, after Gongsun Xun saw the others out and returned to the tent, he found that Lou Gui and Han Dang still wore grave expressions, even with a hint of sorrow.

"What is it?" Gongsun Xun keenly sensed something amiss. "What else are you hiding from me?"

"My lord." Han Dang, who was usually somewhat dull, could not contain himself, and his eyes actually reddened. "Xu Bojin also sent word that… Jia Chao is dead…"

Gongsun Xun slowly sat down, not reacting for a moment: "Jia Chao? Didn't we just see him south of Handan city? How did he die?"

"When the army abandoned Guangzong, he rode alone to the city wall, raised his banner, and attacked. He was shot dead by random arrows beneath the wall." Lou Gui added. "Before he went into battle, he left final words with his attendants. Only then did Xu Bojin learn that Jia Chao's elder brother was inside Guangzong city, serving as a minor commander of the Yellow Turbans. He could not betray the kindness you have shown him, my lord, yet he could not abandon his only family. So he could only do this — seek peace of heart through death… My lord, that day when he came to see you and us, he probably already harbored the intent to die, and came to bid farewell."

Gongsun Xun, who had just moments ago considered himself indifferent to life and death, and had even been unmoved by Lu Zhi being sent to Luoyang in a cage cart, now felt an indescribable surge in his heart — grief, indignation, and also some confusion and agitation… For a moment, he did not know how to face the two trusted confidants before him.

"You two, leave for now." After a moment of silence, Gongsun Xun could only lean on the table before him and say this. "Let me be alone for a while."

—————— I am the dividing line of unsettled hearts ——————

"They went forth, never to return; the plains stretch vast, the road is long and far.

They bore long swords, they clasped Qin bows; though heads and bodies parted, their hearts knew no regret." — "Nine Songs · For Those Who Died for the Nation" · Qu Yuan

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