Jiang Hong turned his neck and carried the young man on his back, because the injured part was in the buttocks, Jiang Hong could only lie on the edge of the wood, and he couldn't change his position when he slept.

The young man's face was very puzzled, he didn't understand that the Han army officer in front of him didn't ask halfway through the question, he stood silent for a long time, as if he had made some great determination, leaned over to Jiang Hong's ear, and said softly:

"My lord, Zhang Jiao is seriously ill in bed, and I am afraid that his life will not be long in coming."

Jiang Hong turned his head in surprise, and the movement was too big and he pulled the wound on his buttocks, and his face was sour.

"What? Do you know what you're talking about? Jiang Hong exclaimed.

"Weng Weng's last wish in this life is to practice medicine to save people, and the villain is just inheriting Weng Weng's last wish, I hope that adults will not be discouraged and persevere." After saying that, he packed up and left.

When Xiao Langzhong walked out of the prison door, Jiang Hong waved his hand excitedly, great, as long as he held on and died first, he would have a chance to go out, Jiang Hong's heart was burning with a little hope.

Zhang Jiao, Zhang Jiao, can you die early, if you die, the people in the city will not have time to care about me, if you die, Huangfu Song will attack the city, if you die, I can live, you are dead, but you will definitely live in my heart, and when I develop in the future, I will definitely burn incense and paper for you, Jiang Hong said in his heart.

The departure of the young man made the whole cell quiet in an instant, only a candle remained, and a candle with a faint flame to accompany him, the excitement had passed, and the deathly silence instantly surrounded Jiang Hong, but Jiang Hong couldn't do anything, so he had to lie on the wooden board and try to sleep.

The next day, before Jiang Hong woke up, he was kicked off the bed fiercely, and his injured butt hit the ground, and the severe pain made Jiang Hong, who was still asleep, wake up instantly.

"Yo, isn't this our Han officer, how can he appear in this cell, oh, I forgot, I heard yesterday that a brother captured a Han soldier who pretended to be dead from the battlefield, wouldn't it be you." As he spoke, Zhang Si laughed with the people around him.

"We, adults, have all become captives, and we sleep soundly." As he spoke, he kicked Jiang Hong's body a few times, and then said to the people next to him, "Take him away, the general will interrogate him personally." ”

After speaking, the two yellow turban soldiers on the side took Jiang Hong's arm and carried him out, Jiang Hong couldn't resist at all, his movement was inconvenient, plus he hadn't eaten for a day, and he had lost so much blood yesterday, so he had no strength at all, so he could only let others fiddle.

After being carried out for a short time, he came to another cell, where several people tied Jiang Hong to the shelf, and on the opposite side sat a man with a tiger's back and a wolf's waist, dressed in civilian clothes, but faintly exuding a bad aura, Jiang Hong took a cursory glance and knew that he must be a battlefield general.

The man picked up the porcelain bowl beside him, drank the water in one gulp, and asked in his rough voice:

"The name, the official residence, and the situation of the current Han army, all come together, if it is true, you will be spared from death."

When he was brought in, Jiang Hong's brain was running wildly, seeing that he must have asked for information, but whether he recruited or not, there was a chance of survival, it was just a matter of size, and more importantly, it depended on who interrogated him.

If it is a thin and weak person with a grim face, and at first glance it is a person who eats people and does not spit out bones, then it is better to recruit it early, so as not to suffer more pain, and most of them are dead, just to give himself a good time, Jiang Hong himself is very afraid of pain.

But God bless, the one who came to interrogate Jiang Hong was a battlefield general, most of these martial artists have a characteristic, they disdain and are unwilling to do some shady things, and they have a faint appreciation for people with hard bones, and most martial artists are more committed than literati, of course, there must be a negative side.

Now I have a chance of surviving, but I am faced with another multiple-choice question, trick? Or not recruited?

Zhao, maybe he can live at this moment, maybe he will really let himself go. However, the yellow scarf that mocked himself just now was definitely not aimed at himself, but the entire Han army, and I don't know if it was the Han army who picked up his family's ancestral grave and lived at the moment, but it may not be the case after that.

Moreover, there is definitely more than one person who hates the Han army in the Yellow Turbans, not only the soldiers, but also among the generals who hate the Han army, Jiang Hong believes that those people will never let themselves get out of Guangzong alive.

Even if you go out of Guangzong and return to the Han army camp, how should you explain how many people have been put back by the enemy and then slaughtered by their own people throughout the ages.

Why would the enemy let you go, most of them have conspiracy, they would rather believe it or not, for the commander, they can't afford to make a mistake, and they are not too familiar with Huang Fu Song, for the sake of the overall situation, their fate will not be much better, why should Huang Fu Song believe that he did not take refuge in the enemy.

At this moment, in front of Jiang Hong, the only way to hold on to this road is to hold on, hold on, hold on until Zhang Jiao dies first, and hold on until Huangfu Song captures Guangzong, and the Yellow Turban finally caught a Han army officer, and he will not let himself die easily.

But support, it's easy to say, Jiang Hong doesn't know how long his weak willpower can last, and Jiang Hong himself is also very curious about how long he can last.

Seeing that Jiang Hong was silent for a long time, Zhang Niujiao waved his hand, and the executioner on the side took a few steps forward and lashed at Jiang Hong, this whip went down, Jiang Hong broke out in a cold sweat in pain, couldn't help screaming, and then kept pumping cold air, the pain of the first whip had not dissipated, and the second whip fell again, and in an instant, Jiang Hong's shout spread throughout the entire cell. (The whipping here is not the cruel whipping in history, it is a few lashes that will kill people, and the judges here regard it as the kind of whipping in the TV series, the kind that will not kill people for half a day)

Jiang Hong never thought that the pain was so intense that he couldn't help but scream at the first moment, but the pain didn't stop there, the severe pain hit wave after wave, the heart-rending screaming and beating didn't stop, beads of sweat flowed down his head, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

The scream gradually became smaller, becoming hoarse, Jiang Hong opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make any sound, the blood infected his coat, and the blood droplets fell drop by drop with the corners of his clothes, Jiang Hong didn't know what he was relying on to support until now, he was like a flat boat, helplessly swaying in the boundless sea of suffering.

To tell the truth, Zhang Niujiao didn't expect this Han army to last so long, Zhang Niujiao once thought that Jiang Hong, the person who pretended to be dead on the battlefield, was a soft bone, but now he also had a trace of admiration for Jiang Hong, and the martial artist always has a sense of admiration for the loyal and righteous people, although Jiang Hong is not in Zhang Niujiao's eyes at this time, it does not prevent him from having a trace of good impression of Jiang Hong.

Finally, Jiang Hong couldn't support it anymore, his eyes were black, and he fainted, and the executioner saw that Jiang Hong had passed out, and hurriedly probed forward, and seeing that he was not dead, he turned his head and reported to Zhang Niujiao:

"General, this guy passed out."

Zhang Niujiao sighed and said:

"Arrange a healer, don't let him die."