There was a wind, rolling up the long street, and the shadows of the trees on the corners on both sides swayed, and the leaves fell. Hovering in mid-air, flying farther away, until the wind was exhausted, and finally fell.

It fell to the ground, but there was not a single sound, not even the excess dust was raised. They lie on the ground as if they were originally on the ground, until time passes, and finally crush into mud.

There were circles of waves, rippling in Zhang Jiao's heart, and the position of each ripple was exactly where these fallen leaves fell. The ripples spread out in all directions, colliding with other ripples, spreading more lines, and finally calming down.

Seeing the subtle knowledge, Zhang Jiao could feel the fall of these fallen leaves and decay. He could also see the Han cavalry retreating towards the rear behind Lu Zhi. But he didn't care, because it was useless, and when he was already determined to stand here, no matter how many repetitions there were, as long as he was there, it wouldn't make much of a wave.

After Zhang Bao led the army to retreat, after the sound of footsteps and horses' hooves disappeared, the entire long street fell into silence. There was only the sound of gentle breathing, and the breathing of one Han soldier after another converged, rising and falling, echoing next to the ears. In the distance, the shouts of killing continued at the head of the city, but they were not as strong as they had been at the beginning.

Zhang Jiao looked at the bloody stains on the street, and the corpses of the Yellow Turban Army armor one by one, with compassion in his eyes. They are all dead, and even if there is a faint cry of pain, it is very slightly exhausted, and soon its owner will die completely.

"Great Sage and Good Teacher......" A seriously wounded and dying Yellow Turban soldier lay in an inconspicuous corner of the street, calling in a low voice.

He was missing an arm, and that missing arm with a long knife had fallen not far from where he had been lying, and on his chest, there was a long wound, and the blood had stained his chest red, and it was dripping downwards, staining a large part of the ground into a pool of blood.

Calling softly, the Yellow Turban soldier didn't know what he saw, and a very peaceful expression appeared on his face, as if the wounds on his body had not caused him a little pain. His other hand, intact, lifted it up with difficulty, stretched out very slowly, and the five blood-stained fingers trembled with all their might, yes, only trembling, for he had lost even the strength to move his fingers. But it can still be seen that he is trying hard to grasp something, even if there is a ball of air in the palm of his five fingers, in his eyes, there is a precious light.

In the end, he just tried to get close to the scene that appeared in his eyes, with his old mother, and his wife and children, and the family of four sat happily together. This scene he has had and lost many times, and now it has become the most inseparable thing in his heart.

He knew that the great sage and good teacher didn't give up on them, and even if he didn't give up, he would naturally not give up his old mother, wife and children who lived with him in the army. It was this refusal to give up that led him from a farmer who could only farm and only hold a hoe to set foot on the battlefield, pick up a sword, learn to kill, and become a soldier.

yes, what's there to regret? Because during the great drought in Jizhou, when a family of four was about to starve to death, it was the great sages and good teachers who reached out to help them, not the so-called parents and officials, as well as the emperor. It is precisely because the great sage and good teacher saved them that it is worth taking this life to repay his kindness now.

The Yellow Turban soldier's hand fell weakly, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded, he died, but he died very peacefully, and even accepted this fate calmly.

Zhang Jiao saw it and knew that there were many things he could change, but he couldn't save a person's life. What's more, it is not just one person who is on the verge of death, but hundreds of people.

There was some depression in his heart, this emotion has often appeared recently, and Zhang Jiao didn't know where their fate would go if it weren't for him. But since it has begun, then everything cannot be reversed, only to continue to go on and come to an end.

Time passed little by little, and more Han soldiers gathered behind Lu Zhi, and they came in a dull manner, staring at Zhang Jiao with fierce eyes. Standing still, waiting for Lu Zhi's order at any time, Zhang Jiao, who was alone, would be killed.

Liu Bei also arrived, leading Xiang Yong into the city of Guangzong, and he only had time to participate in the final battle and clear out some recalcitrant Yellow Turban soldiers. Then, he came here and saw Lu Zhi from a distance, and Liu Bei did not rush up to recognize him.

"Not ready yet?" Zhang Jiao asked out loud, raised his head, and looked at Lu Zhi who was riding on a horse.

Somehow, Lu Zhi felt that it was Zhang Jiao who was sitting on the horse, not him. That kind of gaze is not high-minded, and there is no other meaning in it, but it is precisely because of this that Lu Zhi feels even more disgusted.

Lawless, chaotic ministers and thieves, it is the owner of such a gaze that can do such a rebellious thing. The war has left many people displaced and left no graves to live in.

It's disgusting.

Lu Zhi's eyes were cold, and the gaze that fell on Zhang Jiao was like a sharp sword. As a Confucian, Lu Zhi was originally an extremely advanced person in Qi cultivation and kung fu, but from the beginning when he saw Zhang Jiao, to now, that anger has risen inch by inch in his heart, and it has never stopped.

Immediately, Lu Zhi suddenly hit a spirit, and was shocked to realize that his current state was very wrong. He took a few deep breaths before he calmed down his mind and faced Zhang Jiao with a calm attitude.

On the battlefield, you must not be swayed by your own emotions, otherwise there will be a flurry. Even if Zhang Jiao is only one person, not thousands of troops, Lu Zhi also faces Zhang Jiao with the attitude of facing thousands of troops, and he will never allow himself to make any mistakes.

"Don't worry, thief, you'll be crowned soon." Lu Zhi smiled coldly.

"Really?" Zhang Jiao was noncommittal, only a slight smile on his face.

"My head, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it!"

"Arrogance!" Zhang Fei's Zhangba snake spear slammed towards the ground and said angrily. At the position where the Zhangba snake spear stayed, cracks appeared on the stone slabs there, which showed how much strength Zhang Fei's casual little action contained.

"Arrogance?" Zhang Jiao shook his head.

As he showed, what Lu Zhi, Zhang Fei and the others, as well as all the Han soldiers present, saw was a calm and calm appearance, even in the face of this scene that could be called a thousand people, locked by the killing intent, he did not show any superfluous emotions.

If it is someone else, in this case, the eyes will also appear dodgy, panicked, and sweating like rain. But Zhang Jiao always looked ahead, and there was no avoidance, and his gaze was opposite to that pair of eyes brushing and betting.

The swords and guns have been displayed, the longbows and arrows have fallen, and the soldiers of the Han army who are waiting for the battle are ready, just waiting for Lu Zhi's order. If it weren't for the lieutenant in the army to restrain his soldiers, I'm afraid that some soldiers would have done it a long time ago, because no matter who kills Zhang Jiao, the rewards they can get are extremely rich!

"Let's pass, let's pass!" In the distance, the sound of players muttering can be heard.

They wanted to reach the place where Zhang Jiao was, but they were stopped by the Han soldiers at a long distance, and they could only mumble, but they didn't dare to cross the thunder pool. Because in front of them, there are several corpses of players, and those are all players who have been instigated to come forward, and if their brains are not good, they can only die.

Players who participated in the Battle of Gwangzong, including those in Gwangjong City, have all received the only mission on the battlefield issued by the system at this moment. That's to kill Zhang Jiao! In addition to the task rewards rewarded by the task completion system, even fools know that the rewards of the Han army are equally generous. It's just that many players can only sigh now, because they can't get close to the blocked area at all, and they can't even see anything from a distance.

"You know what?" Zhang Jiao spoke to Lu Zhi, regardless of whether he would answer or not, and continued to talk to himself.

"The most inconspicuous often have the most powerful vitality, they can be seen everywhere, they are so ordinary, no one even cares."

"It's the dandelion, the white tidbits that fall in the sky, and grow wherever it falls. It is also the weed, the grass seed, which grows wherever there is soil. Even the stone, it can squeeze a crack and use it as a breeding ground. ”

"So." Zhang Jiao stretched out his hand and pointed his finger at Lu Zhi, "How can you people who are standing on a high place understand the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of ordinary people, firewood, rice, oil, and salt?" You're just going to be on top, and even they're crying, from hope, to disappointment, to despair, and you never respond to them. ”

"They use their blood and sweat to support an empire and the emperor on the throne of the empire, but the emperor, who was born with everything, is not willing to share even half of what is originally theirs, even if it is given to them."

"Such an empire, no matter how glorious it is, is only what it once was. Now that it has decayed, it is time to tear it down and rebuild! ”

"Qubble." Lu Zhi snorted coldly. Of course, he knew what Zhang Jiao was saying, and he understood it, and he was deeply touched. It doesn't mean that he will agree, and he will say what he can't say.

For example, if the emperor is at fault, as a courtier, he cannot accuse him, but fill in the gaps for him and be loyal to his duties. No matter how reasonable Zhang Jiao is, he can't change his essence, he is a chaotic minister and thief!

At that moment, he no longer hesitated, and he couldn't let Zhang Jiao's rebellious words continue, Lu Zhi brazenly ordered, "Kill!" ”

A Han archer shot an arrow that was ready to be fired, and the dense arrows whistled and headed towards the corner. Completely covered his body, up and down his body, without even the slightest gap, to shoot Zhang Jiao into a sieve.

When the archers drew their bows and shot arrows, the cavalry also moved, and the horses galloped towards Zhang Jiao. On each horse, there was a Han cavalryman with a spear in his hand, the tip of the spear pointed at Zhang Jiao, and he charged without hesitation.

Unlike archers, who shoot arrows, they don't leave corpses or anything behind. Because as soon as the cavalry comes out, even if it is a corpse, it will be trampled into pulp!

"I said it a long time ago, you can't kill me!" Zhang Jiao's robe flew up suddenly, and a strange wind blew out from behind him.

The strong wind even swept away the fallen leaves and sand on the streets, and blew it overwhelmingly towards the Han soldiers. Suddenly, everyone's field of vision became dim, and even those feather arrows that were originally flying towards Zhang Jiao were forcibly stopped castrating and blown back!

"Pro!"

The golden light suddenly appeared from the wind, and when this strange wind subsided, what appeared in Lu Zhi's eyes was that the more than 100 cavalrymen who had originally killed Zhang Jiao had already turned over on their backs. None of the cavalry was standing, all of them were lying down, those war horses also neighed fiercely, and some of the war horses actually left a footprint on their bodies, trampling its abdomen deeply, and half of the horse's body was trampled on violently! The only one still standing in the field was a majestic and mighty god wearing a golden armor on his body.

Now he even dragged two war horses upside down, moving forward slowly, those two war horses kept struggling, but they couldn't affect the movements of the Golden Armor Divine Man at all. He dragged one of the hind legs of the two war horses with both hands, and at the moment when Lu Zhi looked at him, he felt something, and he actually picked up the two war horses directly and threw the two war horses towards Lu Zhi together.

The rain of blood in the sky fell in front of Lu Zhi's eyes, and it also carried the minced meat of the war horse. When his head was poured on Lu Zhi's face, not only was his mouth and nose filled with the pungent smell of blood, but even his whole body was covered with the minced meat, internal organs, and blood of the war horse.

Drenched him and turned him into a man who looked like he had been fished out of blood. Accompanied by a strong feeling of palpitations, Lu Zhi reached out to touch the blood stains on his face, sprinkled the minced flesh and blood, and saw that it was the warrior with the Zhangba snake spear who saved his life.

If it weren't for him, then Lu Zhi knew that he was only afraid that he was dead now. The two war horses flew towards him at such a fast speed just now, not giving him any time to dodge at all, just a blink of an eyelid, how could he dodge? As long as you are hit, you will only die with one word! Stoned alive!

(End of chapter)