Chapter 146

Zhang Bao was pacing back and forth in the hall, his face full of melancholy. It's impossible to break down the army. After all, even Zhang Jiao, the eldest brother, is dead. Now the three brothers are left with him alone. It's good to keep his life.

But at present, food and grass are scarce. If we eat all the food and grass in half a month, how should we defend the city then? They don't have to fight against the city. I'm afraid the city will collapse without fighting.

"The last general was strict in politics and asked to see the general of the prefecture."

Hearing this, Zhang Bao said in a hurry: "general Yan Zheng, come in quickly."

Yan Zheng untied the sabre and handed it to the door guard. Then he came in and clasped his hands.

Zhang Bao sighed and looked at Yan Zheng: "I've heard that you have a way to solve the problem of grain and grass. Let's talk about it." In fact, Zhang Baogen didn't believe that strict government could produce grain and grass out of thin air, which could not be done by a great virtuous teacher, let alone this rude man?

But anyway, there is no way. Dead horse should be a living horse doctor. What can be done in case of strict administration?

Yan Zheng looked around and said in a low voice, "the walls have ears. At the end of the day, I can only tell the general to listen."

Zhang Bao smiles: "what news still whole so mysterious, then you come forward to say."

Yan Zheng slowly stepped forward to Zhang Bao and covered his mouth with his hand: "general..."

"What?"

"I said..."

"You are Oh

Zhang Bao frowned and listened carefully. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw that a sharp knife pierced into his chest. He looked up at Yan Zheng in disbelief.

"Yan Zheng, you!"

Yan Zheng covered Zhang Bao's mouth with one hand, and made a hard stroke with the other hand. Zhang Bao was covered by Yan Zheng's mouth. Where could he make a sound? His hands clung to Yan Zheng's arm and kicking and beating with two feet.

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

Yan Zheng gasped for breath and gently pulled the knife out of Zhang Bao's body. Then he cut off Zhang Bao's head with a knife. Suddenly, the blood gushed like a spring, and the blood gushed out soaked the ground.

Yan Zheng pinned Zhang Bao's head on his waist, and then directly lit Zhang Bao's residence with an oil lamp in the hall.

"Out of the water, out of the water!"

"Digong general is still inside. Go and save Digong general!"

The first person to find the fire was the bodyguard stationed in front of the gate of Zhang Bao's mansion. Seeing the fire in the mansion, he rushed to fetch water and beat the fire with his clothes.

Yan Zheng took advantage of Zhang Bao's personal defense to fight the fire. He had no time to take care of his own Kung Fu. He wrapped Zhang Bao's bloody head in his clothes and rushed out. However, the personal guard who was fighting the fire didn't think much about it. He didn't want to know that Yan Zheng's hand was actually the head of the Digong general.

Seeing that the fire broke out in Zhang Bao's residence, Yan Zheng's cronies had been ready at the gate.

More than a hundred famous soldiers rushed up from the gate tower and rushed to the tower. Dozens of yellow turban soldiers on patrol were stunned: is it possible that they are here to hand over?

"Are you here for the shift?"

Du Bo, one of the yellow scarf thieves, stepped forward and asked. He didn't expect to meet him with an arrow instead of an answer.

Whoosh!

Although the archer on the opposite side is not a marksman, he can shoot within 10 meters, even if he is a novice.

"Yan Shuai has orders to kill and open the city gate!"

More than a hundred soldiers under Yan Zheng's command all came prepared and rushed forward. Half of the Yellow turban thieves on the city gate were killed and half of them were wounded. When the battle was not long, the voice of killing became weak, because the Yellow turban thieves on patrol were basically killed.

"Open the door!"

The Qianjin gate was slowly pulled up, and the heavy gate was gradually opened. The Han cavalry, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed into Quyang city.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing rose to the sky, while Yan Zheng's soldiers set fires all over the city. For a moment, the Yellow turban thieves in the city fell into chaos. All the Yellow turban thieves in the city were already asleep. Some of them got up to fight the fire, and some were killed by the Han cavalry who rushed to the road and died in the street.

Liu Ye rushes to kill in the street of Quyang city. Suddenly, a yellow scarf thief comes to his face. Without thinking about it, he shoots out, just like a poisonous snake spitting out a message and pointing at his throat.

"Zhang Bao's head is here!"

Hum!

The spear stopped abruptly in his throat, then picked it from his hand, and then wrapped it up in his clothes and took the thing soaked in blood.

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He almost thought he was going to die when the bullet came.

Liu Ye unties his clothes and presents his bloody face in front of him. It is clear in the burning light of the houses on both sides. It is basically consistent with the portrait of Zhang Bao, and is hung on the horse by Liu Ye.

"Zhang Bao is dead. Kill the thief!"

"Zhang Bao is dead, Zhang Bao is dead!"Seeing this, Yan Zheng hurried forward: "don't you know the general's name?"

Liu Ye smiles: "Liu Ye of a certain city."

Yan Zheng was so surprised that he quickly arched his hand: "Oh, I can't believe that it was Marquis Liu in person. I'm really lucky. I dare not hinder the general's use of troops, so I will leave the city. "

Yan Zheng bowed his head and was about to leave. As a result, his chest hurt. The tip of a gun had penetrated from his chest and was still dripping with blood.

"How dare the apostles keep you

Liu Ye sneers and takes back the gun. Yan Zheng's body falls to the ground.

"You, give Zhang Bao's head to general Lang, and ask him to send troops to attack the thief!"

One of the Knights behind him was ordered to take Zhang Bao's head from Liu Ye's hand, and then rushed out. Liu Ye led more than a thousand iron horses to gallop through the streets and alleys of Quyang city. The impact of the galloping horse would disperse all the yellow scarf thieves who had gathered together.

And outside the city.

"General Lang, this is the head of Zhang Bao, chief of the bandits."

A knight rushed out of the city, turned over and dismounted, holding a bloody, round eyed head in his hands. Huangfusong's bodyguard ran forward, put his head in his hands, and walked back to present it to huangfusong.

Huang Fu Song took Zhang Bao's head and watched it carefully for a while. He couldn't help laughing.

"Well, it's really the head of Zhang Bao." After that, huangfusong handed Zhang Bao's head to the bodyguard behind him and pulled out his sword.

"The whole army obeys orders and goes into the city to kill thieves!"

At Huangfu song's command, more than ten thousand officers and soldiers stormed into Quyang city. At this time, Zhang Bao was killed by Yan Zheng. Although there were tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves, they did not have unified command. They seemed to be a group of headless flies. In addition, the fire in the city made people panic.

However, although the Yellow turban thieves were in a panic, none of them surrendered, because all the Yellow turban thieves knew that huangfusong was a butcher and executioner.