Chapter 146 (1/2)

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.