Early in the morning, the two armies of Zu Zhao and Huangpu Song finally got rid of the pursuers.

Huangpu Song smiled beside him, this battle completely subverted the Yellow Turban Thief's plan to entrench in Jizhou, this time they pumped their grain and grass, the Yellow Turban Thief wanted to fight in Jizhou, he needed to grab grain on a large scale, but at this moment the grain and grass that Jizhou could have were also concentrated in the vicinity of Jizhou, and the Yellow Turban Thief wanted to get grain and grass, and he must come to Jizhou for a decisive battle.

"Stop, there's an ambush ahead!" Zu Zhao pointed to the woods in front of him, squinted his eyes carefully, and spoke calmly.

"Is there an ambush ahead?" Huangpu Song walked forward on horseback, with some doubts in his heart, at this moment, where are there people and horses in ambush here? It is said that the Yellow Turban Army does not have such strength, especially such a disguise, and almost concealed a general like him.

"General, you see hundreds of crows circling everywhere, they usually gather together this morning, and there are many shiny fragments in the woods, and their camouflage is not very good!" Zu Zhao smiled and ordered the ballista to be pushed over, if it was a yellow turban thief, he didn't mind killing for a while, just now in order to cover Huangpu Song, he didn't have a lot of fun.

"Shoot a strong crossbow, let them out, and tell them that I already know about their ambush, and this ambush is a bit rough, if I guessed correctly, this should be our troops!" Zu Zhao smiled, because there was already a cavalry in front of him, and he knew with his toes who led the cavalry in front of him.

Sure enough, after shooting a siege spear, Cao Cao led the men and horses out, he originally wanted to ambush them, for Zu Zhao to cut them off, but he didn't expect Zu Zhao to pull them out directly, and most importantly, there was no ambush behind at all, the Yellow Turban thieves had been killed by Zu Zhao, and they never dared to chase after them.

"Mengde has seen the general! Brother Xian is really talented! Cao Cao led the men and horses out, respectfully saluted Huangpu Song, and at the same time looked at Zu Zhao differently, he designed an ambush to come up and was more proficient, he was more good at this kind of cold knife stabbing behavior, but he didn't expect Zu Zhao to see through it directly, and his opinion of Zu Zhao in his heart has improved a lot.

"Let's go, this time we have seized more than 100,000 catties of grain at one time, if you let Zhang Jiao know, he is afraid that he will not live long, haha......" Huangpu Song directly took Cao Cao to look at the hundreds of thousands of catties of grain, and Cao Cao looked at it with a smile, and the smile was very cheap, Zu Zhao secretly said in his heart: What a hero, he is a slut at all.

For hundreds of thousands of catties of food? He thought disdainfully.

……

In Hengshui County, where the Yellow Turban Army is entrenched, Zhang Jiao is drinking Chinese herbal medicine, his face is pale, and he is still trembling looking at the bamboo slips in his hand, he is really angry, and his eyes are about to pop out, because it is written that all the grain and grass in Jizhou have been robbed by the officials and soldiers, and they used to rob the officials and soldiers, and now it is the officials and soldiers who rob their grain and grass.

Without grain and grass, how do the yellow turban thieves hovering in Jizhou get along? How do those poor family members who follow the Yellow Turban thieves get along? He gave himself the name of Taiping Immortal Master, but at this moment he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and at this moment he deeply realized that he was not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates, how classic this sentence was.

"Report, Sima Ju asks to see, he is here to ask for sin!" Zhang Jiao's brother Zhang Liang whispered on the side, Sima Ju has a lot of prestige among the Yellow Turban thieves, but at this moment, he has lost hundreds of thousands of catties of grain and grass, which is really angry, but Zhang Liang and Sima Ju intersect, and the relationship between the two is relatively harmonious, and at this moment he has made up his mind to say good things for this stupid man.

"Please? Let him die, just pull it out and chop it into minced meat! Zhang Jiao was furious, slapped the table with a fluffy sound, his eyes were red, he coughed violently, and covered it with a handkerchief, only to find that a large piece of blood was spit out of his mouth. This is an internal injury that made him angry, and the lung disease, which was already getting worse and worse, has reached its limit at this moment.

"Brother!" Zhang Liang was overjoyed when he saw the blood on Zhang Jiao's mouth, and then hurriedly pretended to be concerned and helped Zhang Jiao, but in his heart he wished that this brother would die quickly, so that he could control all the Yellow Turban thieves, and he would be the Taiping Heavenly Master in the future.

"Let him go, I won't kill him, but someone will kill him, let him prepare grain and grass, and don't allow him to rest half a step, otherwise he will be killed directly!" and kill all his powerful guards, in the name of talking back to him, so as to separate his relationship with those guards, and make him a widow from now on! If we don't kill him, the officers and soldiers won't let him live! Zhang Jiao spoke in a casual tone, and finally pointed to a box under his hand and said: "I have analyzed Zu Zhao's battle, all the Yellow Turban Army he fought, almost none of them have the courage to fight with him again, this is a god-like opponent, listen to the words of the eldest brother and stop it, disguise yourself and flee quietly, maybe you can save the incense of our Zhang family, the eldest brother is wrong and the mistake is too simple......

Zhang Jiao pulled out a large box from under the bed, and his head tilted and he was completely out of breath.

Zhang Liang was shocked but didn't expect that his eldest brother would keep all the property he had looted over the years, this open-mindedness moved him, but he didn't listen to Zhang Jiao's words, looking at the cabinet of gold, he had greedy thoughts in his heart, but he was reluctant to stop.

"Pass the order, no one is allowed to approach the camp tent of the marshal, from today the marshal will retreat, and at the same time let my own soldiers come over!" Zhang Liang finally took his hand to the handsome seal on the general's case, and the handsome seal was what he wanted.

"Big brother, go with peace of mind, with me, I will inevitably drive the country and become a generation of emperors, our Zhang family will inevitably smoke from the black soil, and from now on become the family of the Ninth Five-Year Honor, and become the supreme family, not a pariah!"

Zhang Liang touched the handsome seal, and there was a fanatical luster in his eyes.

"What is that Zu Zhao? It's just a concubine, you see how I kill him, killing him is as easy as chopping vegetables! Zhang Liang sneered, but in his heart, he decided that as long as he waved his saber in this world, no one would dare to disobey? Those who disobey will be killed!

It's a pity that there are other generals' eyes and ears outside the tent, and when they heard the news of Zhang Jiao's death, they came over as soon as possible, and the Yellow Turban Thief fell into civil strife.

Zu Zhao didn't think that the civil strife of the golden thief was caused by him, but he always stared at the news of a person, this person is Sima Ju, the leader of the Yellow Turban Thief, Zu Zhao never forgot the homeless people he killed in Huangyuan County, those homeless people were powerless, but they were driven by Sima Ju to Zu Zhao to kill, and finally Zu Zhao's hands were stained with the blood of these homeless people, although it was a life-and-death battle on the battlefield, Zu Zhao killed those homeless people in the morally said past, But in his heart, he vowed to give an account to these displaced people who were forced to die.

This explanation is Sima Ju.

In Zu Zhao's eyes, this Sima Ju was no less brutal than Qin Shi Huang, and countless exiles died under his means.

When Sima Ju came out of Hengshui County with people, Zu Zhao went to Huangpu Song to ask for a military order: swear to kill Sima Ju, Sima Ju will not die, and he Zu Zhao will die!

Huangpu Song nodded in agreement, and sighed in his heart, this Zu Zhao is still not ruthless, obviously sorry for the affairs of Huangyuan County, this is good, it is better to have a conscience than those generals like executioners.

……

Sima Ju looked to the south, that was the place of Jizhou, and the attention in his heart at the moment had been settled, leaving Jizhou!

Since his own soldiers were killed, he has become a laughing stock in the Yellow Turban Army, let him come out to collect military rations, it is better to let him directly hit and die directly, and now there is no food around Jizhou, because all the food has already been in front, let him take people to rob it all, and it is very thorough.

Moreover, as soon as Zhang Jiao died, Zhang Liang and several leaders of the Yellow Turban Thieves competed for military power, and if the infighting continued, the real combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

"Go north! When I go to the north, I take my sons to be the king of the mountain, eat fragrant and drink spicy! Let's live our own happy life! Drink wine in a big bowl and eat meat in large chunks! Sima Ju was mobilizing on the stage, he had given up the idea of continuing to be a yellow turban thief, especially that Zu Zhao made him wake up in the middle of the night, the official army has this person, how can he lose? Among the 100,000 people, take the existence of the head of the general.

The yellow turban thief below is still a little hesitant,

Sima Ju said coldly: "Follow me to have food, don't want to follow me to the front of Zhuangzi, kill all the people, rob their things, and then we go our separate ways!" ”

Seventeen villages were slaughtered overnight, burning, killing, and plundering along the way.

Zu Zhao led the ghost cavalry, and caught up with Sima Ju when he was slaughtering the eighteenth village.

Two thousand phantom horsemen surrounded Sima Ju's people, Zu Zhao looked at the people who fell in a pool of blood, and there was a hatred in his heart, for the first time, he didn't use explosives, because this was a group of scum, and they were cheaper with explosives and grenades.

"All the phantom riders obeyed the order, and exterminated these thieves for me, and they should be slashed to death with a sword, leaving no one alive, and the leader was kept for me! I'm going to kill it myself! ”

Kill!

Zu Zhao hated it very much, and the vitality in the dantian suddenly burst out, and his whole body was boiling with anger, and he held a long knife in his hand, and galloped his horse to take Sima Ju.

Sima Ju beat his horse and ran, he had already been killed by Zu Zhao.

It's a pity that he still underestimated the ability of Zu Zhao's war horse to run, Zu Zhao's war horse is more than recuperate, the feed can keep up, and he has never dropped the meat of Biaozi, and the speed is even faster, so that Zu Zhao can easily catch up with Sima Ju, and then a knife will cut him off the horse, the long knife is toward, and the strength is infinite, so that the knife falls, Sima Ju becomes two sections, and even the war horse becomes two sections.

Sima Ju, who was on the ground, was not dead for a while, but just opened his eyes and asked, "Why?"

What answered him was a long knife that directly exploded his head.

"Because I still have a conscience and compassion in troubled times!" Zu Zhao spoke coldly, because he didn't want to be a butcher, but these scumbags forced him to be a butcher, since he violated his bottom line, he had to be prepared to be liquidated by him.

The remaining Yellow Turban thieves have already been killed, and all their heads have been cut off as military merits.

Along the way, Zu Zhao took Mangzi and asked him to see what Sima Ju had done.

This young strong man, looking at the villagers who were slaughtered, crying and burying the bodies of those villagers, compared with thieves like Sima Zhao, he is still a teenager, just a tendon in his head, and he decided that one thing must be done, but in his heart he believes that the kind people cannot be killed, especially a young man from the countryside like him, he can't bear to see these people suffer.

"Reckless, can you see it? That's what the Yellow Turban Thief does! No different from bandits and robbers! Are you still willing to be a yellow turban thief? If you are still willing to do it, I will send you to death!" ”

Zu Zhao spoke coldly.