"Who?"

"Stop me?"

"Someone, catch the assassin"

As soon as Zhang Cheng rushed out, he was held down by the Yellow Turban Guards, and the rest of the people raised their spears one after another and aimed them at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Jiao stopped his pace, frowned slightly, and then looked at the person who was arrested, only to see that this young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and judging from his face, he didn't seem to have any hatred for himself, which made Zhang Jiao feel a little incredible.

Zhang Cheng's head was held tightly by the two guards, and the spears in front of him were like a forest, Zhang Cheng knew that he couldn't retreat now, if he retreated again, it was estimated that he would not be able to wait for the official army to break through the city, and he would be killed by Zhang Jiao.

"Zhang Cheng, what are you doing?" A general ran down from the city in a hurry, it was Zhang Cheng's boss, Qu Shuai Sun Zhong.

Sun Zhong was furious, he didn't expect that this Zhang Cheng usually didn't talk much, and he was honest, and he would do this kind of thing at a critical moment, if something really happened, he Sun Zhong would not be able to get out of it.

"General Tiangong, my subordinates have something to report" Zhang Cheng threw the stone in his hand aside, neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhang Jiao was old, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a gleam.

"What do you have to report?" Zhang Jiao asked. Zhang Cheng could even hear that this corner was obviously lacking in qi.

"Big brother, what nonsense with him? Just cut it off," Zhang Bao on the side said angrily.

"It's about my Huang Tian's fate, so I want to talk to General Tiangong alone."

"Impossible" Sun Zhong immediately refused, and then said angrily: "Zhang Cheng, you ill-intentioned person, are we really stupid?" ”

"If I, Zhang Cheng, were afraid of death, I wouldn't be holding a stone today, Qu Shuai, I, Zhang Cheng, also have my own weapons" Zhang Cheng can only bite the bullet now.

As soon as Zhang Cheng said this, everyone reacted, if Zhang Cheng really came to assassinate, how could he only hold a stone? This puzzled them.

And Zhang Jiao's face was cloudy, as if he was thinking, and finally said with a resolute look in his eyes: "Okay, I'll give you this opportunity"

Zhang Cheng's face suddenly turned happy.

"You come with me" Zhang Jiao took the lead in walking forward, Zhang Cheng followed later, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang on the side, and Sun Zhong wanted to stop them, but now that Zhang Jiao had spoken, they could only follow behind.

The most central part of Guangzong City is Zhang Jiao's residence, which was originally the residence of Guangzong Taishou, and after the Yellow Turban Army broke through Guangzong, it became Zhang Jiao's residence.

The mansion was surrounded by yellow turban guards, and after entering the gate, guards with spears stood all over the courtyard.

Zhang Jiao went straight to the main hall and sat on the throne in the middle, with only two tower-like guards standing on the left and right, while everyone else was waiting outside.

"What do you have to say? Now I can say that these two are my confidants," Zhang Jiao said lightly.

When Zhang Cheng heard this, he quickly looked at Zhang Jiao, and then said: "General Tiangong's life is not long, where do you want to put us?" ”

"What did you say?" When Zhang Jiao heard this, he stood up from the throne in shock, he never expected that this young man would say such a thing, but immediately Zhang Jiao realized that he was out of shape, and then said coldly: "This general can save people by applying Fu Shui, and all diseases can be cured?" What's more, General Ben has only passed the year of confusion this year? ”

"The general's own body knows it by himself, I don't expect the general to live more than half a month," Zhang Cheng said coldly.

"You" Zhang Jiao couldn't even speak, and his face was cloudy.

"General, in the next yearning for the prosperity of the Yellow Sky, but now the general is about to return to the sky, without the general, my Yellow Turban Army is equivalent to losing faith and pillars, does the general really think that the general of the earth and the general of the people can complete the great cause that the general has not completed?" Zhang Cheng asked again.

Regarding this matter, in fact, Zhang Jiao knows better than anyone else, now that the Yellow Turban is weak, he is surrounded in this small Guangzong City, which is already in danger, if he really falls, he really can't imagine the consequences.

But Zhang Jiao has no heirs and can't pass on the throne, and when the time comes, the Yellow Turban will be infighting, and Huangfu Song's army will be surrounded outside the city, and the Yellow Turban will only be destroyed, so Zhang Jiao will be uneasy recently.

"Do you have a solution to this?" Zhang Jiao finally acquiesced to Zhang Cheng's words.

"There is a faint smell of flint on the general's body, has the general been taking this elixir a lot lately?" Zhang Cheng asked.

As a director in his previous life, Zhang Cheng had filmed dozens of big dramas, and he had seen all kinds of roles, so he knew a little about these.

Some people say that the most versatile profession in the world is sales, because this industry can contact all kinds of people, so these people know a lot, but Zhang Cheng believes that the all-round sales is too far behind the director.

"Not bad," Zhang Jiao nodded.

"With all due respect, this elixir has no other effect except that it can make people feel a hundred times more energetic at that time, but will destroy human body functions and shorten people's lifespan."

Zhang Jiao originally wanted to refute, but he thought that since he took this pill, his body was really worse day by day.

"Why did you come to tell me this?" Zhang Jiao's eyes were staring at Zhang Cheng tightly, as if he wanted to see his inner thoughts from Zhang Cheng's face.

"To stay alive"

"To survive?" Zhang Jiao didn't seem to expect that this young man's answer would be so simple, but then after thinking about it, Zhang Jiao understood that the current situation of the Yellow Turban, if he really left, then it is estimated that none of these people will survive.

Zhang Jiao couldn't help but subconsciously glance at this young man, because he felt very incredible, that childish face, but always with maturity and stability that should not be at this age, he spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, and he was not afraid of himself.

"You mean, as long as I don't take the pill, you can live?"

"The general lives for one more day, and the qi of this yellow turban will be one more day, but he is in a low official position, I don't know how many days the grain and grass in this city can support?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"You can rest assured. The grain and grass in this Guangzong City can be supplied for half a year."

"Half a year?" Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it, this Yellow Turban Army can't do anything else, but it has a hand in robbing the government, and the places it passes are like locusts, looted and ransacked, although many of them have been taken out to help the victims, but most of them are still in Zhang Jiao's hands.

However, this group of Han troops, since the two emperors of Huan Ling, the Han Dynasty has been arrogant and lascivious, the dynasty is corrupt, loyal ministers are not allowed to be reused, corrupt officials and corrupt officials are rampant, and the treasury has been empty year after year.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng's heart suddenly calmed down a lot, as long as there is grain and grass in hand, plus the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops in this Guangzong City, it is estimated that the Huangpu Song under the city will not be able to consume these Yellow Turban troops at all.

"If there is half a year's grain and grass, then the general only needs to hold on for a month, and the enemy army will run out of food and grass, and he will retreat."

"Hmm" Zhang Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then thought about Zhang Cheng's words, and a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"You're right, I'm really fascinated by the authorities," Zhang Jiao couldn't help but sigh.

The Yellow Turban Army was born poor, there were few literate people, most of them only knew how to fight, kill, grab guns, and the government's mansion, and as for marching and fighting, almost no one knew the art of war, otherwise the hundreds of thousands of troops would not have survived even eight months.

"Report!" A herald yelled and ran in.

"What's the flustered about?" Zhang Jiao was a little angry, and he wanted to talk to Zhang Cheng about the future of the Yellow Turban Army, but he interrupted him.

"General, the official army has begun to attack the city"