Wang Yue did not disappoint Lu Bu, under his leadership, these people from the "special forces" of the state army touched into Zhang Yang's military camp and went to the outside of Zhang Yang's tent, but they were not found all the way, so naturally they did not need to solve anyone, although this has Zhang Yangjun's own reasons, but Wang Yue's latent ability is undoubtedly demonstrated.

It wasn't until those pro-soldiers outside the tent couldn't avoid it that Wang Yue let people remove these obstacles, and then touched into the tent of Zhang Yang.

Seeing that although Zhang Yang inside did not fall asleep, he seemed to be indifferent to their arrival, Wang Yue felt funny and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, because he thought of Lu Bu again, this Zhang Yang is also a prince, and it can be compared with Lu Bu, it is really incomparable, and he will be like this now, speaking of Lu Bu is still the most direct reason.

It wasn't until he asked people to go up and grab Zhang Yang that he didn't seem to react, but it was too late at this time, Wang Yue had already ordered a few people to tie up Zhang Yang together, and pressed him directly to the couch, looking at the former Shangdang Taishou who couldn't speak and couldn't move, one of the princes of the Eighteenth Road Dong Alliance, and now the prisoner under the stairs, sneered, but he ordered someone to take the fire fold, and deliberately took it and put it in front of Zhang Yang and circled.

Zhang Yang, who seemed to know that his fate had gradually calmed down and stopped struggling, suddenly struggled more fiercely at this time, as if he had foreseen his next situation, even if he had recognized his situation before, at such a moment, seeing that death was coming, he still inevitably felt fear, and fear nourished unwillingness - he hadn't lived enough, how could he die, how could he die here?

A pair of pupils instantly widened, and there were still faint spots of bloodshot inside, and the green tendons on his forehead were also exposed, and his temples seemed to be bursting out of something, this hideous face made Wang Yue sneer even more when he looked at it.

For some reason, looking at this once high party prince. Now it has become meat on his own chopping block. Let him pinch and rub the round, he suddenly had a strange pleasure, he couldn't help but pull out his short sword, and the sword stabbed under Zhang Yang's ribs, "poof", it was the sound of directly piercing the ribs, which shows the great power of Wang Yue's sword. also made Zhang Yang's struggling movements abrupt.

The people next to them turned a blind eye to this scene, they were expressionless and didn't say a word from the moment they came in, and the only thing that could prove that they were still alive was probably breathing and their movements.

On the bed, it took a long time for Zhang Yang's body to react. Then the bright red blood continued to flow out of the wound, down the hilt of the sword, and down the folds of his clothes, so that his white clothes were instantly dyed red, and then all the way to the couch, and then stained the blanket on the couch.

Wang Yue licked his lips excitedly, but immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He's not a pervert after all. Nor is there such a penchant for abuse in order to obtain sensory stimulation, which is just a whim. Now that I'm venting, I feel like I'm not interested.

Without looking at Zhang Yang again, Wang Yue instructed his subordinates to prepare everything, although it was death, they also had to give Zhang Yang the most "decent" way to die.

The fire fold was lit, and then there were dry wood and oil, one qiē and one qiē ready, just waiting for him to go down the fire......

When the patrol in the barracks first discovered the raging fire, the whole tent had already fallen into a sea of fire, the whistling north wind blew wildly, but it helped the fire even more, the sound of "beep beep" was harsh and regular, and there was occasionally the sound of the bracket breaking and collapsing, and the snowflakes were still falling outside, but they were not to bury the flame, but to elegiac the death of someone.

At this time, seeing this scene, the soldiers of the whole battalion have already poured out, and they have no sleepiness, even if they have not yet put on their armor and have not carried knives and guns on their hands, but this scene in front of them is alive and well, and everyone knows that they are powerless to return to the sky at this time, Zhang Yang must have been buried in the fire, what can they do?

Surprisingly, no one in the barracks felt sad in their hearts at this time, and even for Wang Yue, who was surrounded by them but still looked peaceful, the black-clothed people who only showed their eyes did not act immediately, as if they already knew and were waiting for something.

Maybe it's also because it's a little strange, these people seem to have no fear, obviously burned Zhang Yang's tent without being noticed, and may have even killed him before, committing such a crime is tantamount to offending Zhang Yangjun, but they didn't flee in advance, but stood in a row outside the burnt Zhang Yang tent, facing the situation of being encircled by Zhang Yang's army, as if they were completely unaware of the danger, although they were silent, it could be seen that their composure was by no means forced.

Zhang Yangjun was puzzled, but he still didn't make a move, because those generals didn't give the order, and in fact, they were full of doubts in their hearts, but maybe there were some expectations that they didn't even notice, so that this strange confrontation scene seemed to continue like this.

"See Wen Hou!" I don't know how long it took for this atmosphere to be broken by such a sentence, that is, Wang Yue suddenly shouted towards the outside of the barracks, and then saw the people around them kneeling on one knee together: "Welcome Wen Hou." ”

Several generals in Zhang Yang's military camp couldn't help but be surprised, most of them were Zhang Yang's henchmen, otherwise they would not be able to stay with Zhang Yang now, and naturally they also knew the grievances between Lu Bu and Zhang Yang, not to mention that they were besieging the city here now, and the main general who guarded Zhou City was Lu Bu, they were both enemies and us, why did this Lu Bu appear here at this time?

Lu Bu didn't appear at this time, and they could guess that these people in front of them had nothing to do with Lu Bu, and Zhang Yang's death was also inseparable from Lu Bu, but from another point of view, if they hadn't been on guard, they wouldn't have let the other party sneak into the barracks so easily, let alone such a thing would have happened, they still had the crime of dereliction of duty and poor protection as subordinates, of course, now that Zhang Yang is dead, I'm afraid no one will hold them accountable, and then the people in front of them can be pushed to him. But Lu Bu's sudden appearance made people's hearts float again, and everyone was speculating about his intention to appear here.

Just outside the Zhang Yang military camp, Lu Bu was riding a red horse, carrying a Fang Tian painting halberd, a pair of pearls and purple gold crowns on his head, five barbarians twisting lion armor on his body, twisting a lion jade belt around his waist, and a pair of lion and tiger boots on his feet, majestic and majestic, and behind him stood a row of silent tall men holding torches, which set off him like a god of war.

At this time, Lu Bu already knew that Wang Yue had succeeded, and the flame was the clearest signal, he let the wind blow, and the sound of armor hunting was endless, as if responding to a certain rhythm, he let the snowflakes flutter lightly, falling on his crown, shoulder armor, and the bridle of the red horse, the pure white elves made his soul seem to be washed, but his voice crossed the wind and snow, and directly sounded in the ears of all the Zhang Yang soldiers...... (To be continued.) )