"Father-in-law, you are pushing the yellow scarf into the fire pit, since this is the case, then don't blame the child for being ruthless."

……

Zhang Yan walked on the road, thoughts flashing in his heart, he had already made a choice. Half of her life has been dedicated to the cause of the Yellow Turban, and Zhang Yan is unwilling to watch the remnants of the Yellow Turban die.

In his opinion, Zhang Niujiao is already old, and his comfortable life over the years has already smoothed out his edges and corners, and his ambitions have long been turned into smoke.

Zhang Yan is ambitious, in the prime of life, he doesn't want to watch the yellow scarf disappear. He wants to reshape the Yellow Turban with his own strength and make a name for himself again.

……

"Someone."

With a decision in his heart, Zhang Yan no longer hesitated, he came directly to the camp and gathered his henchmen.

"Young Leader."

"Hmm."

Bowing his head slightly, a gleam flashed in Zhang Yanhu's eyes, he knew in his heart that if he wanted to succeed, he had to rely on his henchmen.

Now that the South Korean army is pressing, it is the time when the Montenegrin army is tight outside and loose inside, and the seeds of ambition in Zhang Yan's heart break out of the shell and can no longer be suppressed.

"Tonight, when you do it, you must kill."

"No."

……

This team is Zhang Yan's henchman, and it is the only secret since he hibernated Mount Tai. Now he wants to do something against the sky, and the only way to do it is to use this force.

Looking at the departure of his dead soldiers, Zhang Yan's eyes were like torches, and he knew in his heart that although this dead soldiers were powerful, they were useless to Zhang Niujiao.

As the leader of the 100,000 Black Mountain Army, Zhang Niujiao has too many secret hole cards, and over the years, Zhang Niujiao has been hidden too deeply, he is like a god hidden in the clouds, and he doesn't know the depth.

Zhang Yan knew in her heart that the planning of this matter, success or failure, ultimately depended on herself.

As the first general in the remnants of the Yellow Turban, Zhang Yan's strength is shocking, and only if he personally takes action can it be possible to end Zhang Niujiao.

……

After completing the deployment, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then turned his head towards Zhang Niujiao's handsome tent, he knew in his heart that this was the only chance.

Once he leads his army down the mountain, or the rest of the leaders arrive, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will be lost.

……

Besides, there is no room for loss, and it will not come again. How could a careerist like Zhang Yan miss it, because he knew in his heart that he could only come out if he killed Zhang Niujiao.

Before power, morality is only a façade, not a matter of insignificance. The relationship between father and son is unassailable in the face of power.

"Young Leader."

Standing at the door of Zhang Niujiao's handsome tent, Zhang Yan nodded, looked at a few guards, and said.

"Has my father-in-law fallen asleep?"

……

"Young leader, the big head realm has not slept yet, and is ...... in the big tent"

"Hmm."

Bowing his head slightly, he stepped in, and the soldiers at the door did not have the slightest suspicion of Zhang Yan, they all knew that the young leader and the big leader were like father and son.

"The child has seen his father!"

Hearing this, Zhang Niujiao turned his head and looked at Zhang Yanhu who bowed down and worshipped, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he had already ordered Zhang Yan to go down the mountain, but he didn't expect Zhang Yan to still be here.

The thought flickered in his heart, Zhang Niujiao couldn't help but wonder, and said, "Why is Yan'er here and hasn't led the troops down the mountain?"

Hearing Zhang Niujiao's words, Zhang Yan knew in her heart that Zhang Niujiao was already suspicious at this moment, and as soon as she thought of this, she hurriedly bowed down and said.

"Father-in-law, this battle is more auspicious, and the child may not be able to come back alive, so I am here to say goodbye to my father-in-law."

……

Zhang Yan's answer made Zhang Niujiao silent, he knew in his heart that Zhang Yan's words were true, there was a way that the crockpot would not be broken from the well, and the general would inevitably die in battle.

Although Zhang Yan is the first general of the Yellow Turban, Ju Yi at the bottom of the mountain is not a simple person, it is the first general in South Korea after Yan Liangwen Chou.

Competing with such a person, it is inevitable that Zhang Yan will be worried, and because of this, Zhang Niujiao let down the vigilance in his heart and said towards Zhang Yan.

"This time our yellow turbans poured out of the nest, whether it is Han Gong Yuan Shao, or Wei Gong Cao Cao, we will definitely win, even if Qin Gong Yingfei personally leads the army, it can't leave us ......"

At this moment, Zhang Niujiao, in order to dispel the worries in Zhang Yan's heart, was so loud that it was amazing. It's just that Zhang Niujiao overestimated himself too much, and underestimated his righteous son who gets along day and night.

"Poof!"

A sword pierced Zhang Niujiao's heart, the melancholy in Zhang Yan's eyes disappeared, and the whole person became fierce, and the murderous aura condensed like substance.

"Father-in-law, you are already old, and a heartbeat place like troubled times is no longer suitable for you!"

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth showed a touch of contempt, looked at Zhang Niujiao, who had more breath and less intake, and said, "Years of comfort have already made you lose your original blood."

"Now that you set up the banner of the Yellow Turban and summon the arrival of the Yellow Turbans of all departments, you should deter everyone with a big defeat of the Korean army, so as to unify the entire Yellow Turban Division."

"Only in this way, in this troubled era, can the Yellow Turban stand out and participate in it thoroughly."

……

"Why do you do this, you are a young leader, as long as you die for your father, all this is yours, why bear the infamy of killing your father?"

The look in his eyes became darker and darker, and Zhang Niujiao looked at the righteous son who got along day and night in front of him, as if he was looking at a stranger again. Because he has never seen such a Zhang Yan.

"Haha......"

With a sneer, Zhang Yan looked at Zhang Niujiao, paused word by word, and said, "Originally, I didn't want to do this, but I didn't want to see the yellow scarf destroyed in your hands."

"Since you have set up the banner of the Yellow Turbans and gathered the remnants of the Yellow Turbans all over the world, it means that from that moment on, we are the sworn enemies of South Korea."

"Only by encircling and annihilating Juyi can we overpower all the ministries with absolute strength and become the only person to speak to the various departments of the Yellow Turban, but it's a pity that you missed this great opportunity in vain."

"Since you have chosen the opposite, you can only move forward without hesitation, but you are timid, watching Zhang Baiqi fall and not saving him."

"When Zhang Baiqi died in battle, not only did you not make amends, but sent me to die......"

……

Hearing Zhang Yan's words full of hatred and madness, Zhang Niujiao finally understood the reason, but he understood it too late.

Pulling out the iron sword, Zhang Yanhu stared, turned to the outside of the big tent, and said.

"Someone."

……

"Young Commander."

Glancing at his henchman, Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged, he looked at the person who came, and said, "Tell the generals in the army that the big leader was killed by the assassins of the Korean army, and the guards were killed together."

"At the same time, he ordered the blockade of the peaks of Mount Tai and the search for the Assassin ......"

"No."

Nodding his head in agreement, Li Dan turned around and left, he knew in his heart that this was a long-planned assassination, but now that Zhang Niujiao died, the matter was a foregone conclusion.

……

Looking at the back of Li Dan leaving, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with excitement, he didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and the power he once longed for was now within reach.

"Father-in-law, the yellow scarf will surely carry forward in my hands......"

There will be a more update later

(End of chapter)