Chapter 109: The Death of the Yellow Turban

"Liu Yuan!"

Zhang Jiao slowly turned around and faced Liu Yuan, with no joy or anger on his face.

"Let them go, Ben Hou will let you go!" Liu Yuan took a halberd and said lightly.

"Heh, hehehahaha" Zhang Jiao heard this, and laughed loudly: "Liu Yuan, don't you remember how you were defeated by this Heavenly Master last time?!" ”

Liu Yuan shook his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Zhang Jiao, how long can you support it?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jiao's laughter came to an abrupt end.

He looked at Liu Yuan silently for a long time, and suddenly said astringently: "What do you mean?" ”

"Great sage and good teacher, the secret method is not easy to use!" Liu Yuan said: "Don't doubt Benhou's vision, you are a great sage and good teacher, your life will not be long!" ”

"Champion Hou's eyes are like torches!" Zhang Jiao's face was sharpened, and he said: "Even so, this Heavenly Master can still sacrifice his life to fight, you, not my opponent!" ”

"Benhou is not a stupid person!" Liu Yuan's expression remained unchanged at all, and the long halberd pointed to the yellow turban wrestler not far away, and said: "Ben Hou is playing hide and seek with you, kill this dry yellow turban wrestler first, and see if you die or I die!" ”

"You!"

The crunch of the horned teeth.

A pair of eyes, burning with surging anger, stared at Liu Yuan, as if they wanted to eat him. And Liu Yuan did not give in.

"Liu Yuan! These two people must be killed by this Heavenly Master! Zhang Jiao slowed down his tone and said, "Liu Yuan, you are a masterpiece." This Heavenly Master knows that his fate will not be long in coming, as long as you don't stop me from killing these two people, this Heavenly Master will let this city descend on you, how about it? ”

Looking at Zhang Jiao's expression, it seems that he already has a gritted hatred for Liu Bei and the others, and his heart hurts!

Liu Yuan, after all, defeated him on the frontal battlefield, even if he is resentful, he can be forgiven. But what are these two? Flea! Clown! Dare to provoke and tease him as a great sage and good teacher, how can he forgive, unforgivable!

Anyway, he is already in a dead body, so even if he gives up the generals of this city, he has to kill them before he can laugh at Jiuquan!

Looking at Zhang Jiao's face and listening to his resolute words, people couldn't help but have these thoughts.

Liu Yuan was full of momentum and groaned.

Comparing Guan Yu with the Yellow Turban soldiers in this city, there is no doubt that Zhang Jiao's conditions are the most attractive.

This time, even if Liu Bei is saved and Guan Yu fulfills his promise, in fact, this person has already been abolished, and it is impossible to serve him wholeheartedly! The scrapped Guan Yu, what's the use? Where is there more than the 60,000 troops in this city?

However, Liu Yuan didn't believe Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao is a character after all, how could he make such a promise so easily?

In Liu Yuan's opinion, Zhang Jiao's words were deceitful.

Otherwise, with the situation at this time, Liu Bei and the others were in the palm of Zhang Jiao's hand, wanting to kill them, but they turned their hands over. After killing these two, Zhang Jiao can also escape back to Guangzong. And Liu Yuan, at most, only kills some Yellow Turban wrestlers, as long as the wrestlers do not die, it is not a fatal problem for Zhang Jiao.

He wants to try his best to save some Yellow Turban Lux!

These Yellow Turban wrestlers are not only the most essential part of the entire Yellow Turban Army, but also the life of his Zhang Jiao.

If you live one more, your surname will be more secure.

Liu Yuan didn't believe it, but he didn't guarantee that others wouldn't believe it either. And one man believed.

Liu Bei.

Liu Bei, who pretended to faint, was convinced that Liu Yuan would exchange the surnames of his two brothers for an army of 60,000. After all, compared with the two, the gap is too big, and Liu Yuan can't be moved.

At that time, Liu Bei was cut off by Zhang Jiao's sword, and with the huge shock, he did faint for a short time when he landed. When Guan Yu shouted the first sentence, he had already sobered up.

Knowing that he was in extreme danger, Liu Beisuo pretended to faint, lowered Zhang Jiao's vigilance, looked for an opportunity to escape, or simply bit back and killed Zhang Jiao.

But when Zhang Jiao said that he was willing to exchange the 60,000 troops in Guangzong City for the lives of his two brothers, Liu Bei could no longer hold his breath.

He is a man who never puts his surname in the hands of others, so he moved.

Liu Bei secretly took a breath of relief, moved his body lightly, and grabbed the Chunjun sword that had cut off his left arm and then inserted it on the ground in his hand.

Because of the obstruction of Guan Yu's body, even Liu Yuan didn't notice Liu Bei's action.

Zhang Jiao looked at Liu Yuan, waiting for a reply, and suddenly felt a cold chill hit his heart, and instinctively wanted to dodge in a startle, but his body was just a few points away, but it was already too late.

A sharp pain came from his chest and abdomen, and Zhang Jiao slowly lowered his head to watch a bright blade penetrate through his chest, and the blood on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Kill me? Demon Dao, you go to die! ”

Liu Bei staggered to his feet, holding the hilt of the Chunjun Sword in his right hand.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jiao was full of hatred, and with a thunderous backhand, he knocked the crumbling Liu Bei away

"Poof"

Both spurted out mouthfuls of blood at the same time. Liu Bei really fainted now, but Zhang Jiao was like a deflated ball, his body shook twice, and finally he didn't fall down.

"Big brother!"

"Ahh Great Teacher! ”

The Yellow Turban wrestlers and the Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong City were shocked when they saw this.

The Yellow Turban Qu Shuai hurriedly gathered the army, and was about to kill the generals and rescue Zhang Jiao.

When Liu Yuan saw this, he was overjoyed, only to see him kick his feet, gallop like an arrow, and go straight to the seriously injured Zhang Jiao, and at the same time shouted: "Old Dian!" ”

Only a cannon sound was heard, and suddenly like ten thousand thunders fell, the iron hooves of the Youzhou Iron Rider sounded, ravaging the earth and letting out a scream of pain.

Just a few breaths, blink of an eye, Zhang Jiao was hit hard, Liu Bei wanted to die, the yellow scarf went out of the city, the iron hooves were flying, and Liu Yuan's Heavenly Dragon Breaking City Halberd was already on Zhang Jiao's neck.

"Champion Hou, but Lao Dao lost."

Zhang Jiao slowly pulled out Chunjun, and fell to the ground with a soft plop, blood flowed across his chest and abdomen. But there didn't seem to be a trace of pain on his face, just looked at Liu Yuan lightly, and looked at the sons and daughters who were swarming out of the city.

Liu Yuan held Zhang Jiao hostage, and the Yellow Turban Army who surrounded him did not dare to act rashly, only pointed at Liu Yuan with knives and guns, staring at him tightly, not daring to relax.

Youzhou Iron Cavalry also rushed over and confronted it quietly.

"Let's go" Zhang Jiao took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and said a few words: "Liu Yuan, this Heavenly Master is about to die, and you don't need to be so cautious."

Zhang Jiao brushed off the tip of the halberd around his neck and said, "I'm dead, and no one can stop you." Gwangjong is yours. These good sons don't need to shed blood for my dying people. So, let's go down, everybody. The first half of the sentence was said to Liu Yuan, but the second half of the sentence was said to these countless yellow turbans.

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!"

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!"

Hearing this, many of the Yellow Turbans began to weep. It is like a wolf pack that is about to lose its head wolf, and the sorrow is boundless.

"Liu Yuan, I hope you can treat them well. They are all good men who can't get enough to eat, otherwise, who would want to follow my bad old man to do such a rebellious thing? The light in Zhang Jiao's eyes grew, as if he had fallen into a memory.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao spurted out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Liu Liu Yuan," Zhang Jiao was already gasping violently, and he was about to die: "Liu Yuan, my daughter, you must take care of it."

Looking at Zhang Jiao's gradually dilated pupils, Liu Yuan nodded slowly. Seeing this, Zhang Jiao grinned lightly at the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes.

Liu Yuan put away the halberd, pestled it on the ground, looked at Zhang Jiao's corpse, and was silent.

And the Yellow Turban Army suddenly cried and shook the sky.

"Great Teacher"

"Great Teacher"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand" I don't know who took the lead, the 60,000 Yellow Turban Army, in a strange tone, sang their slogan, as if to see off Zhang Jiao, pray for him, and pray for him.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand"

Zhang Jiao, a masterpiece of a generation, finally died under the city of Guangzong. What is left is only the endless grief of the Yellow Turban Army and the heavy stroke of history.

I don't know how long it took for Liu Yuan to slowly raise his head and turn around to face the Yellow Turban Army.

"Are you willing to abide by the last words of the great sage and good teacher?"

Liu Yuan's figure is no longer clear, but heavy.

"Yes!"

A general came out and said, "The great sage and good teacher want us to obey your leader, and we are not convinced!" ”

As he spoke, the man took the lead and knelt down on one knee and shouted, "Greeting the lord with horns!" ”

"Meet the Lord!"

"Meet the Lord!"

60,000 troops surrendered one after another.

"Okay." Liu Yuan said in a deep voice: "Then, from now on, you are my Youzhou soldiers." There is one thing at hand, and it is imminent. ”

"For the great sages and good teachers, Ben Hou admires them from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, Benhou did not want to see his body insulted. I'm sure you think so, too. So, I need someone to replace the great sages, you, who will! ”

With Zhang Jiao's actions and the endless hatred of the court for him, a coffin and corpse were indispensable.

"Me!"

"I'm coming!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was agitated, and almost all the Yellow Turban soldiers and generals were willing to replace them.

When Liu Yuan arranged for a group of yellow scarves to descend, he looked back and remembered Liu Bei's two brothers. Immediately they must be sent to find them to get rid of the trouble. Dian Wei stopped him.

"Young master, when you were arranging the Yellow Turban soldiers, I saw Guan Yu carrying Liu Bei with those thousand people left, but don't worry, young master, I have already sent people to pursue, and I will definitely bring their heads back."

"Good!"

Liu Yuan smiled: "Our old canon has also opened up." ”

Dian Wei scratched his brain and laughed a few times.

After solving the Guangzong war, Liu Yuan was not idle.

Because Cheng Zhiyuan is about to arrive.

Summoned a cadre of yellow scarf generals, Liu Yuan explained this matter in detail:

"Cheng Zhiyuan's army of more than 200,000 people is not taken seriously by Benhou. But I don't think you want to continue to see many Yellow Turban Erlang die under the iron hooves of my Youzhou Army, so I need you to think of a way to solve this matter for me, and for your colleague Cheng Zhiyuan. ”

More than a dozen yellow turban generals glanced at each other, but it was still Zhang Niujiao who stood up, hugged his fists and said, "My lord, leave this matter to you." In the next step, I must say that Cheng Zhiyuan will be lowered and let him serve the lord. ”

Liu Yuan glanced at Zhang Niujiao appreciatively, and said with a smile: "Lu Zhi is a great Confucian in the sea, both civil and military. He was able to firmly resist Lu Zhi, although he had the advantage of troops, it was also rare. You go and tell Cheng Zhiyuan that Ben Hou admires him very much. ”

"Yes!"

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