Chapter 145 Breaking Quyang

Zhang Bao was pacing back and forth in the hall with a sad expression on his face. It is already impossible to defeat the official army. After all, even the eldest brother Zhang Jiao is dead, and now he is the only one left among the three brothers. It would be good if he can save his life.

But food and grass are scarce right now, if in half a month, all the food and grass are eaten up, how should we defend the city? There is no need for officers and troops to attack the city. I am afraid that the city will collapse without a fight.

"The last general is strict in governance, please see the local general."

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

Yan Zheng casually took off the saber and handed it to the guard at the door, then walked in, clasping his fists.

Zhang Bao sighed, and looked at Yan Zheng: "I heard that you have a way to deal with food and grass, so let's hear it." In fact, Zhang Bao didn't believe that Yan Zheng could change food and grass out of thin air at all. What's more, this rough man?

But anyway, there is no way, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, what can be done in case of strict government?

Yan Zheng glanced around and said in a low voice: "The wall has ears, so I can only say these words to the local general."

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

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

"What?"

"I said."

"You are not!"

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

"Yan Zheng, you!"

Yan Zheng covered Zhang Bao's mouth with one hand, and swiped hard with the other hand. Zhang Bao was covered by Yan Zheng, but he couldn't make a sound, and his two hands firmly grasped Yan Zheng's arm. Kicking and kicking with two feet.

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

Yan Zheng gasped for breath, gently pulled out the short knife from Zhang Bao's body, and then cut off Zhang Bao's head with a forceful stroke. Suddenly, the blood gushed out like a spring, and the gushing blood soaked the ground.

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

"The water is gone, the water is gone!"

"The general is still inside, hurry up and save the general!"

The first to discover the fire was naturally the personal guards stationed in front of the gate of Zhang Bao's mansion. Seeing the fire in the mansion, they hurried to fetch water and beat the flames with their clothes.

And Yan Zheng took advantage of Zhang Bao's personal guards fighting the fire and had no time to take care of his own efforts, so he wrapped Zhang Bao's bleeding head with his clothes and rushed out, and the guards who were fighting the fire didn't think much about it. It turned out to be the head of General Digong in his hand.

And seeing Zhang Bao's mansion on fire, the cronies Yan Zheng had arranged for a long time ago were already ready at the city gate.

More than a hundred soldiers rushed up from the city gate tower and rushed to the top of the city tower. The dozens of yellow scarf soldiers who were patrolling were stunned: Could it be that they are here to hand over?

"Are you here to take over the shift?"

Du Bo, one of the yellow turban thieves, stood up and asked, but he didn't expect to be greeted by an arrow instead of an answer.

Whoosh!

The yellow turban thief Du Bo shot an arrow in the middle of his face. Although the archer on the opposite side was not a good marksman, but he was less than ten meters away, even a novice could shoot it.

"Strict commander has orders, kill people, open the city gate!"

More than a hundred soldiers under Yan Zheng's command came prepared, and as soon as they swarmed up, half of the yellow turban thieves on the city gate tower were killed or injured. clean.

"Open the door!"

The thousand-jin gate was slowly pulled up, and the heavy city gate was gradually opened, while the cavalry of the Han army, who had been waiting for a long time, filed in and rushed into Quyang City in one go.

"kill!"

The shouts of killing rose to the sky, while the soldiers under Yan Zheng set fire to all over the city. The yellow turban thieves in the city suddenly 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 hacked to death by the cavalry of the Han army as soon as they arrived on the road, and their corpses lay on the street.

Liu Ye was charging in the streets of Quyang City, when suddenly a yellow scarf thief came in front of him, he stabbed it out without thinking, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, pointing directly at the throat.

"Here is Zhang Bao's head!"

hum!

Moving the spear like an arm, it suddenly stopped at his throat, and then he picked it up from his hand, and took the thing wrapped in clothes and soaked in blood.

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. When the gun came over just now, he almost thought he was going to die.

Liu Ye quickly unbuttoned his clothes, and a bloody face appeared in front of him. It was clearly seen in the light of the burning houses on both sides. It was basically the same as Zhang Bao's portrait, and was hung on the horse by Liu Ye casually.

"Zhang Bao is dead, kill the thief!"

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

Seeing this, Yan Zheng hurried forward: "Don't you know the general's name?"

Liu Ye smiled slightly: "Liu Ye of a certain Licheng."

Yan Zheng was taken aback, and hurriedly cupped his hands: "Oh, I didn't expect Liu Hou to be in front of me. It's really lucky for my life. I don't dare to hinder the general's use of troops, so I will leave the city."

Yan Zheng bowed his head and was about to leave, but his chest hurt, and the point of a gun had pierced through his chest, still dripping blood.

"A betrayer, how dare you keep you?"

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

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

A knight behind was ordered to take Zhang Bao's head from Liu Ye's hand, and rode out, while Liu Ye led more than a thousand cavalry to gallop freely in the city, rampant in the streets and alleys of Quyang City, and the cavalry galloped. The impact force scattered all the yellow turban thieves who had gathered in small groups.

And outside the city.

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

A knight rushed out of the city, got off his horse, and held a bloody head with wide-eyed eyes in his hands. Huangfusong's personal guard ran forward, put his head in his hands, and walked back to offer it to Huangfusong.

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

"Okay, it really is Zhang Bao's head." After finishing speaking, Huangfusong handed Zhang Bao's head to the guards behind him, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

"The whole army obeys the order and enters the city to kill the thieves!"

With Huangfusong's order, more than ten thousand officers and soldiers marched into Quyang City in a mighty manner. At this time, Zhang Bao was killed by Yan Zheng. Although the Yellow Scarves had tens of thousands of people, they did not have a unified command. In addition, the fire in the city was burning, so people panicked.

However, although the yellow turban thieves were flustered, none of them surrendered, because all the yellow turban thieves knew that Huang Fusong was a butcher and executioner.