Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Guangzong City.

Since that day in Quyang City with a yellow turban warrior defeated Dong Zhuojun, Zhang Liang and Zhang Jiao led their troops back to Guangzong City.

"General Ren Gong, the court sent Huang Fu Song north to replace Dong Zhuo."

After Zhang Liang heard the report, he waved his hand nonchalantly.

What are you worried about? The big brother can summon a yellow turban strongman, let alone Huangfu Laoer, even if the 28th general of Yuntai is resurrected?

While Zhang Liang was quite leisurely, a heavy-faced yellow-scarved soldier walked out of the back hall, walked quickly to Zhang Liang's side, leaned down and whispered a few words to Zhang Liang.

"what?"

When Zhang Liang heard this soldier's whisper, he couldn't help being shocked, his face was full of fear, he stood up immediately, and then rushed into the back hall.

"Brother!"

Zhang Liang rushed into the largest house in the back hall. There was only one person lying on the bed with Zhang horns. His lips were gray, his face was like gold paper, and there was still a half-cheek appearance on weekdays. He was utterly ill.

"Three... third brother."

Seeing Zhang Liang's arrival, Zhang Jiao barely squeezed a smile from his face, and raised his palm with difficulty. Zhang Liang rushed forward and grasped Zhang Jiao's palm, but felt that Zhang Jiao's palm was extremely hot, as if he was holding a soldering iron in his hand.

"Brother, you..."

Zhang Liang is not only worried about Zhang Jiao's body at this moment, but he must know that after all, Zhang Jiao is a great teacher, general Tiangong, and the spiritual leader of the Million Yellow Turban Army. Once Zhang Jiao falls, it will be a major blow to the Yellow Turbans at this critical moment.

"What are you doing? Go and ask the doctor to come over, do you want to watch my brother die?"

"Oh oh oh, let's go now."

The attendant serving on the side hurriedly moved, but was gently stopped by Zhang Jiao.

"Forget it..." Zhang Jiao waved his hand gently and sighed, "Third brother, you forgot that I was originally a doctor. In order to make a yellow turban warrior's rune, I also tried it myself, but now I am afraid it will be a soul. It's yellow."

Zhang Jiao once had three volumes of "Tai Ping Yao Shu" taught by strangers. Of course, it is impossible to really record the cultivation of immortality, but there are indeed many records about pharmacy. Among them, there is a medicine that stimulates the human body's potential, Zhang Jiao. This kind of medicine was researched out and given to the yellow turban elite soldiers. The brave and brave yellow turban soldiers turned into the yellow turban soldiers who were brave enough to confront the Liangzhou cavalry.

However, Zhang Jiao had personally tasted Fushui in order to prepare the medicine. There was nothing a few days ago, but now he is sick and dying in bed.

While Zhang Liang was sad, he secretly asked: If the eldest brother dies, how can someone resist the old thief Huangfu?

No, no... I have to ask my brother to teach me the three volumes of "Tai Ping Yao Shu", so that I can resist Huangfu Lao'er.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang opened his mouth and said, "Brother, how about the three-volume book?"

Zhang Jiao gently shook his head: "Third brother... Do not continue to use Fushui, it will harm others and yourself."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang's hand grasping Zhang Jiao's palm pressed harder: "Brother, if I don't need a yellow turban, how can I defend the city?"

Zhang Jiao let out a long sigh: "Do everything, listen to the destiny..."

Obey the fate? Which day? Is it the sky or the yellow sky?

Zhang Liang suddenly felt that the hand he was holding had no strength, Zhang Jiao's head suddenly tilted to the left and fell gently, Zhang Liang was stunned.

"Brother, brother?"

Zhang Liang's mouth suddenly became a little dry, and he gently shook Zhang Jiao's dry palm, but did not move.

On the third day of August of the first year of Zhongping, Zhang Jiao died in Guangzong City before he could explain the whereabouts of the three volumes of Taiping Yaoshu. The yellow turban warrior appeared briefly on the Hebei battlefield like a meteor. After becoming famous in World War I, he no longer existed, and was buried in the dust of history along with Zhang Jiao. Countless yellow turban thieves miss the age when Zhang Jiao drove the yellow turban warrior and broke the official army, but no one can repeat the miracle of the yellow turban warrior.

"Brother!"

Zhang Liang cried bitterly, burst into tears, and tightly hugged Zhang Jiao's corpse that was still warm. After crying a few words, he suddenly remembered something, slowly stood up, and turned around.

There were seven or eight attendants in Zhang Jiao's room who served him personally. At this moment, seeing Zhang Jiao died of illness and missing the great mentor, he couldn't help crying secretly. But after Zhang Liang saw them, his face still with tears was a terrifying and gloomy color.

Zhang Liang slowly approached: "What did you see just now?"

A sentimental attendant whimpered: "Great virtuous teacher, he is dead...well!"

Puff!

Zhang Liang pulled out the long sword at his waist and pierced it into his chest. The long sword passed through his chest through his back. Blood dripped from the blade. The attendant couldn't believe it. He didn't expect Zhang Liang to meet. Suddenly hitting himself, he stretched out his hand to hold the blade, and looked up at Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang's face was cold and icy, the corners of his mouth were gently bent upwards, and he pulled out the sword from his body. The body of this attendant fell to the ground like a torn sack.

"Run, General Ren Gong murdered!"

Witnessing Zhang Liang killing an attendant with his own eyes, the rest of these people were all shocked and ran out in a swarm. How could Zhang Liang let them go?

Zhang Liang sneered, and rushed up with a sigh of relief, aiming at the backs of these attendants with a sword and a sword stabbed to death. The backyard was full of cries for a while, but the sound was weaker than the other.

Zhang Liang took one sword and stabbed all four attendants to death with one sword. As a general, Zhang Liang hasn’t killed people himself for a long time. Now he killed four in one breath. The sword is full of smell. In dripping blood, his chest rose and fell slightly.

Never let the death of the big brother go out!

Now the morale of the Yellow Turban Army in Hebei is soaring because Zhang Jiao defeated Dong Zhuo head-on with the Yellow Turban warriors and mobilized his army to encircle and suppress nearly 10,000 Northern Army. Although he paid tens of thousands of casualties, he finally won.

But now that Zhang Jiao is dead, how much morale can the Yellow Turban thief have?

Zhang Liang let out a sigh, crouched down and wiped the long sword in his hand with the clothes of an attendant, then changed into a new dress in the back hall, and walked out as usual.

"The great virtuous teacher has occasionally caught the cold and is recuperating."

Zhang Liang never imagined that the wall had ears, and when he carried his sword and killed the attendants himself, the Yellow Turban Army happened to hear it from outside the wall.

"Did you know... the great virtuous teacher has returned to heaven! The General Ren Gong killed a lot of people in order to seal it up."

"What? How could a great wise teacher... Oh my God!"

The three became tigers, and when Zhang Liang found out, there was no way to stop them. They had to order the whole army to mourn, put Zhang Jiao's body in a coffin, and bury him grandly.