After the city was broken, Zhang Jiao was trapped in the city and couldn't move, and the elite of the Yellow Turban who guarded him wanted to protect Zhang Jiao and go to Xia Quyang to find Zhang Bao to meet, and Xu Tu was raised.

Zhang Jiao shook his head, coughed violently, gasped, and looked sad.

"Now that the matter has come to this, where is there any follow-up? What if you escape? And I'm afraid that my illness will not get better, you each protect your own family, run for your life, the Han army will not let you go, you must be incognito, not to mention the things at this time, in order to keep your life safe. ”

Zhang Jiao persuaded the guards around him to flee for their lives, he was already determined to die and did not plan to leave Guangzong.

There is really no hope, he and Zhang Bao together, they can't even lose a battle, and once they fight, people's hearts will be scattered.

At this point, resistance is futile.

The offensive of the Han army was extremely fierce, just like the attack of madness, the Yellow Turban Army was defeated and retreated, and even the most elite Yellow Turban elite could not resist the attack of the Han army.

Zhang Jiao suddenly felt that he was very funny.

Obviously, as a pope, he can be rich and prosperous for a lifetime, and even participate in politics, but he can't withstand the temptation of ambition and the persuasion of others, and he actually plays the banner of resistance.

used people as gunmen, and also gave the Han court a reason to destroy the Taiping Dao.

More than ten years of life were like a dream, and in a trance, he even felt as if everything happened yesterday.

The apprehension of the first mission, the growing joy of the congregation, the expansion of ambitions, the indomitable progress of the early days of the war, and the imminent defeat now.

Life is like a dream, in the end, who is not a handful of loess and becomes the talk of future generations?

Zhang Jiao suddenly became a little interested, he wanted to know if his name would be remembered thousands of years later, and what kind of identity and status he would be known by future generations.

If not such a bad reputation, it would be the best.

People are dying, and of course I'm a little worried about making such a big deal out of my own name.

But if you think about it, you also know that you have fought against Hanting and failed, how can a person who writes history books give himself a good reputation?

At best, it's just a "thief".

But, Emperor Lao'er, if there were no problems in your country, if everyone was well fed and clothed, and everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, peace and stability, where would so many people follow me, where would so many people support my rebellion, how could I embark on this road today?

It's not me who decides whether I rebel or not, it's you!

The culprit of this turmoil is not his Zhang Jiao, but the emperor of the Han court, and those scholars who are high up knocking on the bones and sucking the marrow!

The Yellow Turban elites are unwilling to abandon Zhang Jiao, they still have a pious faith and a sense of dependence on Zhang Jiao, they are unwilling to give up, they just want to take Zhang Jiao away.

Several people went up together, carrying Zhang Jiao and about to rush out, but the Han army had already killed in front of him.

"Changshui Sima Guo Peng is here! The traitor opens his horn and surrenders quickly! Otherwise, you will not be spared! ”

It happened to be Guo Peng who led the troops to kill, Guo Peng was bent on making meritorious contributions, and when he rushed into the city, he grabbed a few tongues and led the way, killing all the way to this side.

He and the other Han soldiers were not all the way, they copied the nearest road and directly killed Zhang Jiao's lair, which happened to block Zhang Jiao here.

A living Zhang Jiao can bring him more benefits than a dead Zhang Jiao, so it would be best if Zhang Jiao surrendered in despair.

Zhang Jiao smiled mockingly when he heard this.

"Will I surrender and avoid death? The eagle dog of the Han Court can't believe a word, gentlemen, never put down your weapons and surrender, kill yourself out of the encirclement, and run for your life! ”

Zhang Jiao asked the Yellow Turban elites to let go of him and escape for their lives, but the Yellow Turban elites were still unwilling to give up Zhang Jiao and wanted to protect Zhang Jiao and kill him together.

So the Yellow Turban elite and the Han army launched the final desperate struggle, in the not open space, the Han army and the Yellow Turban elite slaughtered together, and the battle was extremely tragic.

There were many Han soldiers and few elite Yellow Turbans, and they gradually ran out of strength, and they were forced to retreat into the lair and try to defend it.

Xiahoudun was the most courageous, a fierce man rushed forward, stabbed a Yellow Turban elite with a big gun, and slammed into the door that was about to be closed with his body, squeezing the body into the middle of the crack in the door, so that the door could not be closed.

Then several soldiers stepped forward and pushed in fiercely, pushing open the gate in one fell swoop, Guo Peng swung a knife to kill a yellow turban elite, and took the lead in rushing in.

Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan followed Guo Peng's side closely, rushing all the way to kill, fighting desperately with the Yellow Turban elite, dozens of personal soldiers immediately followed, opening a bloody road for Guo Peng's killing, and protecting Guo Peng to chase inside, the Han army and the Yellow Turban Army fought against each other in the small courtyard, and the scene was very tragic.

The final breakthrough operation of the Yellow Turban elites failed, and they could only escort Zhang Jiao back to the room where they had stayed, and a group of the most trusted guards looked at Zhang Jiao with red eyes and left tears.

"Crying for what? You are all children of poor families, you can't eat, follow me to have something to eat, but now I can't give you food, you have to go to make a living by yourself, go, kill a bloody way out, or hide, hide in a safe place, and wait for the Han army to withdraw, and then come out.

The target of the Han army is me, they want my life, not your life, as long as you escape from here and find a manor to take refuge, you can still eat in the end, let's go, don't stay any longer, stay here just to die. ”

Zhang Jiao coughed violently, coughing almost out of breath.

None of the Yellow Turban elites were willing to leave, and they all had to fight to the death for Zhang Jiao, so they all pulled out their knives and rushed to the outside of the door to become Zhang Jiao's last barrier.

Guo Peng led the army to attack and kill them, and started the final hand-to-hand combat with them, and these Yellow Turban elites' lifeless attack style actually killed and injured many Han soldiers.

Some of them bit the neck of the Han soldiers even if they were stabbed through the stomach, biting his neck to pieces, and some directly stabbed the eyes of the Han soldiers with their hands, and the mad dog-like combat methods actually made a group of Han soldiers dare not approach.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Guo Peng's guards around him all carried crossbows, Guo Peng gave an order, dozens of arrows were shot, and the last eight people guarding here were shot into hedgehogs, and they fell to the ground and died.

And the last one who still had a breath of yellow turban elite was hit by five arrows in his body, and he crawled to the door in a daze, and sat in front of the door paralyzed, his hands open, staring at the Han army, his face flushed, and his whole body trembled.

Do you want to protect Zhang Jiao in the end?

The charisma of the god stick and a mouth really can't be underestimated, that mouth can let him get most of the things he wants, as long as he is not too greedy, such as wanting to be an emperor or something.

Guo Peng stepped forward expressionlessly, looked at him, and then stabbed him in the chest without hesitation, directly stabbing him to the ground.

The door opened, and Zhang Jiao, who was described as withered, sat cross-legged not far from the door, and when he saw the death of the last yellow turban elite, he closed his eyes in pain, and two tears slid down his cheeks.

Only at this last moment will Zhang Jiao shed tears for these people.

"You're Zhang Jiao?"

Guo Peng asked.

"I am Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong Zhang Jiao! Dog thief! Get your name in! ”

Looking up at Guo Peng, Zhang Jiao's face turned red, he glared angrily, and the green tendons on the backs of his hands burst out, as if he was about to break out in the next second.

Guo Peng sneered.

"Dog thieves? You're the dog thief! Rebellious dog thief! A dog thief who everyone gets and is punished! ”

Guo Peng stabbed at Zhang Jiao's neck, and Zhang Jiao continued to look at Guo Peng fearlessly.

"The Han court is tyrannical and unreasonable, and the people of the world have been suffering for a long time! The Mandate of Heaven says that the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! I obeyed the mandate of heaven and raised troops to fight against the tyrannical Han Court, how can I be a thief?! ”

"Destiny of bullshit! Shake your lips and drum your tongue to deceive! Even if the sky is dead, it won't be your turn to stand up! Come! Tie me up! Mouth gagged! ”

Xiahou Yuan and Cao Ren immediately rushed forward, and tied Zhang Jiao with excitement, Xiahou Yuan held a rag and stuffed it into Zhang Jiao's mouth, and then the three of them directly carried Zhang Jiao and walked out of the room with Guo Peng.

Facing the soldiers under his command who were full of courtyards, Guo Peng directly raised his knife to the sky.

"Zhang Jiao! Captured alive! We won!! ”

A huge cheer then rang out, and the sound was earth-shattering, reaching from the courtyard to the outside of the courtyard.

Guo Peng looked at Zhang Jiao with a sad face, his heart was full of ecstasy, and he smiled mockingly.

"General Tiangong, you yellow sky is also dead!"