Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Zhang Bao was pacing back and forth in the hall, looking sad. It's already impossible to break the official army. After all, even the eldest brother Zhang Jiao is dead. Now the three brothers only have a single seedling left of him. It would be good to be able to save his life.

But at the moment food and grass are scarce. If you eat up all the food and grass in another half month, how should you defend the city? There is no need for the official army to attack the city, I am afraid that the city will collapse without fighting.

"At the end, the general will be strict, and see the generals."

Hearing this, Zhang Bao hurriedly said: "General Yan Zheng, come in quickly."

Yan Zheng untied his saber and handed it to the guard at the door, then walked in, clasping his fists in both hands.

Zhang Bao sighed and looked at Yan Zheng: "I would have heard that you have a solution to grain and grass, so let's listen to it." In fact, Zhang Bao doesn't believe that Yan Zheng can make grain and grass out of thin air. Great wise and good teachers can't do it. What's more, this rough man?

But anyway, there is no way, let a dead horse be a living horse doctor, what if there is a strict government?

Yan Zheng glanced around and whispered: "There are ears in the wall. In the end, I can only say this to General Digong."

Zhang Bao smiled: "What news is so mysterious, then you can come forward and say it."

Yan Zheng stepped forward slowly, walked to Zhang Bao, and covered his mouth with his hands: "General..."

"what?"

"I say……"

"You are...well!"

Zhang Bao frowned and listened carefully. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he looked down, a sharp short knife pierced his chest, raising his head in disbelief to look at Yan Zheng.

"Yan Zheng, you!"

Yan Zheng covered Zhang Bao’s mouth with one hand, and with a strong stroke with the other hand, Zhang Bao was covered by Yan Zheng, and there was still a sound, and both hands firmly grasped Yan Zheng’s arm. Kicked with both feet.

After a while, Zhang Bao rolled his eyes, his legs straightened, and suddenly he stopped moving.

Yan Zheng took two breaths, gently pulled the short knife out of Zhang Bao's body, and then cut off Zhang Bao's head with a forceful knife. The blood suddenly surged like a fountain, and the spewing blood soaked the ground.

Yan Zheng casually pinned Zhang Bao's head to his waist, and then directly lit Zhang Bao's mansion with the oil lamp in the hall.

"It's water, it's water!"

"The Digong General is still inside, go and save the Digong General!"

The first person who discovered the fire was naturally the guards stationed in front of Zhang Bao's mansion. Seeing the fire in the mansion, he hurried to fetch water and beat the flames with his clothes.

On the other hand, Yan Zheng took advantage of Zhang Bao's personal guard to fight the fire, and had no time to take into account his own time. He casually wrapped Zhang Bao's bleeding head with his clothes and rushed out. The guards who were fighting the fire did not think much about where they wanted Yan Zheng. The hand turned out to be the head of General Digong.

And seeing Zhang Bao's mansion burning up, the cronies that Yan Zheng had arranged long ago were ready at the city gate.

More than a hundred celebrities rushed up from the gate tower and rushed to the top of the tower. The dozens of yellow turban soldiers who were patrolling were taken aback: Could it be possible that they came to hand over?

"Are you waiting for the shift?"

One of the yellow turban thief Du Bo stood up and asked, but he didn't expect that the one who greeted him was not an answer but an arrow.

Whoosh!

The Yellow Turban thief Dubo hit an arrow in the middle of the door. Although the archer on the opposite side was not a sharpshooter, he could shoot at a distance of less than ten meters, even a beginner.

"Shen Shuai ordered, kill, open the gate!"

The more than 100 soldiers under Yan Zheng’s army came well prepared. As soon as they swarmed up, the Yellow Turban thief upstairs in the city gate was killed and injured. When the battle was not long, the shouting of killing was weakened, because the Yellow Turban thief on guard was basically killed. All clean.

"Open the door!"

The Qianjin sluice was slowly pulled up, and the heavy city gates gradually opened, while the Han cavalry, who had been waiting for the battle, entered in file and rushed into the city of Quyang.

"kill!"

The shouts of killing rose to the sky, while the soldiers under Yan Zheng set fire to the city. All of a sudden, the Yellow Turban thieves in the city fell into chaos. The Yellow Turban thieves in the city were already asleep, and some got up to fight the fire. Some of them were smashed to death by the Han army cavalry who had just arrived on the road.

Liu Ye rushed through the streets of Quyang City, and suddenly a yellow turban thief came to face him. Before he thought about it, he stabbed him with a single shot, like a poisonous snake vomiting, pointing directly to the throat.

"Zhang Bao's first level is here!"

Hum!

The spear stopped abruptly at his throat like the fingers of an arm, and then picked it up from his hand, wrapped it up in his clothes, and took what was soaked in blood.

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He almost thought that he was going to die when the shot was stabbed just now.

Liu Ye unbuttoned his shirt in threes and twos, and a blood-stained face appeared in front of him. It appeared clear in the flames of the burning houses on both sides, which was basically the same as Zhang Bao's portrait, and was hung on the horse by Liu Ye.

"Zhang Bao is dead, kill the thief!"

More than a thousand horses shouted in unison: "Zhang Bao is dead, Zhang Bao is dead!"

Upon seeing this, Yan Zheng hurried forward: "I don't know the name of the general?"

Liu Ye smiled slightly: "Liu Ye in a certain calendar city."

Yan Zheng was taken aback and hurriedly handed over: "Oh, I didn't expect Liuhou to be in front of him. I was really lucky for Sansheng. I didn't dare to hinder the general's use of soldiers, so I left the city."

Yan Zheng bowed his head before leaving. As a result, he felt a pain in his chest, and the tip of a gun had penetrated through his chest, still dripping blood.

"A traitor, how dare you keep you?"

Liu Ye sneered and retracted the spear, Yan Zheng's body fell softly to the ground.

"You, give Zhang Bao's head to General Lang, and General Lang will send troops to attack the thief!"

A knight behind him was ordered to take Zhang Bao's head from Liu Ye, and rushed out on horseback. Liu Ye led more than a thousand cavalry in the city, rampaging the streets and alleys of Quyang City. The impact dispelled all the yellow turban thieves gathered in small groups.

And outside the city.

"General Lang, this is the first level of the thief chief Zhang Bao."

A knight rushed out of the city, rolled over and dismounted, holding a blood-stained head with his eyes open in his hands. Huangfusong's guards ran forward, put their heads in their hands, and walked back to dedicate them to Huangfusong.

Huangfusong took Zhang Bao's head and watched it carefully for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, it really is Zhang Bao's first level." After that, Huang Fusong handed Zhang Bao's head to the guard behind him, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

"The whole army listens to the order and enters the city to kill the thief!"

Huang Fusong gave an order, and more than 10,000 officers and soldiers smashed into Quyang City. At this time, Zhang Bao was killed by Yan Zheng. Although there were tens of thousands of people, the Yellow Turban thief did not have a unified command, like a group of headless flies. Coupled with the fire in the city, people are distraught.

However, although the Yellow Turban thief was flustered, no one surrendered, because all the Yellow Turban thief knew that Huangfusong was a butcher and executioner.