After the two exchanged a few compliments, Liu Jin spoke up!
"The Yellow Turbans outside the city have been pacified, and their leader, Cheng Yuanzhi, has been executed. We should gather these captives, imprison them all, tally the results of the battle, and then report them."
Wei You nodded upon hearing this.
He immediately ordered his soldiers to cooperate with Liu Jin in counting the battle's spoils.
On the city wall of Zhuo Commandery, Wen Shu watched as the great battle settled into peace, concluding with the Han Army's victory, and a look of excitement appeared on his face.
The officials around him were also incredibly excited, all showing animated expressions.
Not only had the threat outside the city been resolved, but so many Yellow Turbans had also been annihilated. Many people would likely be promoted.
Especially Zheng Qian; ever since the victory of the battle, the smile on his face had not stopped.
He was the Prefect, in charge of all the troops in the entire commandery, and any military action's merits had a share for him. Although there was still Wen Shu above him, so much credit was enough to allow him to advance further.
In his heart, he admired Liu Jin even more. This young man was simply his lucky star; not only did he understand human relations, but he was also brave and skilled in battle.
After the subsequent matters were resolved, he absolutely had to befriend him.
This person was no ordinary individual; his future achievements would definitely not be low, and there was no harm in befriending him.
Even Wen Shu, standing in front of everyone, had similar thoughts.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the rapid pacification of the Yellow Turbans in Zhuo Commandery was largely due to Liu Jin, who was brave and skilled in battle.
When the report was made to the imperial court, he would naturally not be treated unfairly.
With a bright smile, Wen Shu looked at the people around him and said loudly!
"Since the war has been pacified, this Prefect has decided to reward the entire army."
"Pass down my order to prepare good wine and meat. I will personally send them to the military camp outside the city so that the meritorious officials can enjoy a good drink."
Everyone behind him nodded in agreement. After all, it was a great victory, so it was natural to reward the entire army and celebrate with the people.
Several hours later!
The sun in the sky slowly set behind the mountains, and a touch of dusk had already appeared.
Outside the city camp, after the Han Army had cleaned the battlefield and buried all the corpses, everything returned to normal.
As for the captives, they were all imprisoned within the military camp.
In the temporarily erected main camp, Liu Jin sat at the head, looking at the tallied battle results.
His own casualties were over a hundred, he had killed over three thousand Yellow Turbans, and captured over ten thousand, defeating twenty thousand in one battle.
Only a small number of Yellow Turbans had escaped during the chaos.
Even if they were scattered around, they wouldn't cause any major disturbance, as even their Qu Shuai had been killed.
As for these small groups of Yellow Turbans, they would either return to their hometowns to resume farming and become common people, or flee Zhuo Commandery and go elsewhere as displaced people.
As for the seized supplies, they were basically a variety of miscellaneous items, with over a million in money.
However, he could not touch these things; they had to be organized and handed over intact.
As for the items acquired from the Yellow Turbans he had annihilated while leading his own army, he would pocket them, at most handing over a small portion to gloss over it.
The remaining money would be used to reward his soldiers; they would also fight for him more fiercely.
Even subconsciously, it was he who fed them, not the imperial court, and their loyalty to him would slowly surpass their loyalty to the imperial court, eventually becoming his private army.
Because the rewards issued by the imperial court would at most allow them to make ends meet, but it was still very difficult to support a family, and he was their benefactor.
Just as Liu Jin was secretly feeling pleased, urgent footsteps sounded outside the tent.
Zhao Ergou lifted the tent flap and ran in, his face anxious, and he quickly said!
"Brother, the Prefect is personally escorting wine and meat to reward the entire army!"
Liu Jin was stunned upon hearing this, a look of surprise appearing on his face. He hadn't expected Wen Shu to personally visit the troops.
Without thinking further, he quickly stood up and instructed Zhao Ergou!
"Quickly gather Yun Chang, Yide, and Yi Gong; follow me to the outside of the military camp to welcome them!"
After saying this, Liu Jin quickly put on his armor again, tidied his appearance, and felt quite satisfied.
He immediately walked out of the main tent, only to see Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Han Dang, and others already assembled, all with solemn expressions, because they knew the Prefect was about to come and reward them.
Liu Jin immediately led the group out of the military camp and waited respectfully at the entrance.
Even Wei You was no exception, bringing a few Generals and a group of soldiers to respectfully welcome them at the entrance.
That was a Prefect of two thousand piculs, who held absolute authority in the entire Zhuo Commandery; few dared to provoke him. Even powerful aristocratic families had to show him deference.
A moment later, a large number of figures appeared on the road ahead, with banners fluttering and retainers accompanying them.
In the center, a carriage, with dozens of spear-wielding armored soldiers, protected both sides, guarding the surroundings.
Behind them was a large convoy of ox-drawn and horse-drawn carts, transporting wine and meat, following in this procession, slowly moving forward.
Liu Jin, waiting outside the military camp, looked at the Prefect's procession arriving and felt extremely envious.
An imperial official of two thousand piculs traveling was accompanied by an honor guard, displaying his authority to the public.
He had only one thought in his heart: one day, I, Liu Jin, will also become an imperial official of two thousand piculs, overseeing a region and revered by ten thousand people.
As the convoy approached, the Generals waiting at the entrance all showed respectful expressions, their backs slightly bent.
The luxurious carriage stopped at the entrance of the military camp.
Wen Shu, dressed in a brocade robe, with a silver seal and green ribbon at his waist, symbolizing the Prefect, slowly dismounted with the support of a maid.
The people standing around did not dare to be negligent; they immediately bowed and said loudly!
"We respectfully greet the Prefect."
Wen Shu heard this, a benevolent smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand, signaling everyone to rise!
He looked at the Generals in front of him, scanned them for a moment, and then his gaze fixed on Liu Jin, who was at the forefront.
A hint of surprise appeared in his profound eyes: his face was resolute, brave and fearless, and especially the aura he carried, facing him, the Prefect, he appeared neither humble nor arrogant.
Liu Jin sensed a pair of eyes scrutinizing him, but he did not meet their gaze; instead, he lowered his eyes slightly, showing respect.
Although he had great ambitions, he had to recognize reality; he was only a Military Marquis of six hundred piculs, and in the eyes of the Prefect, he was ultimately an ant.
Acting too arrogant would only earn him dislike.
Even the officials who had followed along looked around at Liu Jin, wondering if he had three heads and six arms.
One must know that this young man was the hero of this battle; without him, it would be unknown when the Yellow Turbans outside the city could be pacified, so he was naturally the object of everyone's attention.