"Second brother - are you hungry? His mother's Zhang Jiao is too fucking not human, they eat and drink spicy food outside, let our brothers sit here and smell it, I think we might as well take this opportunity to earn him another meal? Zhang Fei smiled, he suddenly thought that Zhang Jiao, the demon Dao, did not attack, that is, he took a fancy to his brothers' kung fu, after a night of fighting, their remaining more than 800 people were already hungry on their chests and backs, and now even if it was a cow in front of them, they could swallow it, they abandoned the war horse when they fled just now, and they did not carry dry food on their bodies, either they continued to be hungry, or they could only kill people to satisfy their hunger. In such a state, the aroma of porridge on Zhang Jiao's side intentionally or unintentionally made the rest of the Han army swallow saliva, and it usually doesn't look like a delicious porridge, but at this moment it feels as tempting as elixir and jade dew.

"Yide, what do you have to do?" Guan Yu suddenly had a glow when he heard Zhang Fei's words, but Zhang Jiao's people began to shout outside, if they didn't answer, they couldn't stop Zhang Jiao's people.

"Let's sing a double reed to Zhang Jiao, the old boy, and you keep persuading me to surrender, and I just want to make conditions with Zhang Jiao, and then you can follow my words!" Zhang Fei patted Guan Yu on the shoulder and stood up with his snake spear, Guan Yu seemed to understand the meaning of Zhang Fei's words, that is, Zhang Jiao had to send them this food, but he just didn't know if it could be done.

"Hey, what the fuck are you onions, let Zhang Jiao come out and talk to me!" Even if Zhang Fei is hungry, his words are like thunder, at least he does not lose to anyone in terms of momentum.

"Uh-cough, cough, cough" Zhang Jiao was drinking the last mouthful of porridge when he suddenly heard Zhang Fei's words and accidentally choked on it, and spit out all the porridge he had just drunk.

"Master—are you alright? Do you want the brothers to go up and take down this? This bastard is too arrogant? For Zhang Fei's attitude, the Yellow Turban Army around him was a little unhappy, and they all looked at Zhang Fei angrily, and they didn't dare to make a slightly louder sound when Zhang Jiao was eating, which was disrespectful to the great sage and good teacher.

"It doesn't matter—people with skills have a bit of a weird temper, and I want to see what tricks they can play, so that the sergeants are ready to listen to me." Zhang Jiao took a sip of water and rinsed his mouth, he took a cloth and wiped his mouth, and then tidied up his appearance a little, and then stretched out his hand to let people support him, he looked at Zhang Fei's heart and there was an inexplicable evil fire, but in front of so many people, he said that he wanted to surrender them, and now he can't go back on his word, he can only suppress the anger in his heart, and wait until the surrender is successful, and he will clean up this who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

"Poor Dao is Zhang Jiao, presumably you are General Zhang, right? Yesterday under the city, you can scold the poor Dao, the poor Dao has been hoeing the strong and helping the weak to save the common people all his life, but I didn't expect to be scolded by you now as a shameless villain who has no king, no father, and no conscience, but how do you feel about becoming a prisoner today? The conditions of the poor road are still counted before, how do you and General Guan think about it? Although Zhang Jiao wanted to explode in his heart, he also looked like a fairy wind on his face, and he was as kind as the uncle next door.

"Haha--the conditions you gave General Guan, I also heard it! But I just want to recruit me Zhang Fei is not a little too much to take me Zhang Fei in his eyes, if you have the ability, let's have a competition, if I lose, then there is nothing to say, you Zhang Jiao even if you want me Zhang Fei to die immediately, in the future, you say that I will never face west, you let me beat the dog and I will never scold the chicken, but my old Zhang has the only bad thing that is that he likes to drink, whether you Zhang Jiao has that ability or not, as long as you give me enough wine, I Zhang Fei can keep you safe, whoever wants to hurt you has to step on my corpse to pass. What do you think? Do you dare to compare? When Zhang Fei spoke, he looked at Zhang Jiao with a slanted eye, his face was full of disdain, and the most atmospheric thing was that when he finished speaking, he made a throat-cutting move with a snake spear, which was too arrogant.

"Daochang Zhang, don't be angry - Guan Mou promised you all the conditions you proposed, but now Guan Mou can't leave General Zhang, please ask Daochang Zhang to think about it more?" Realizing Zhang Fei's intentions, Guan Yu actually restrained his arrogance at this moment, put down his posture to cooperate with Zhang Fei, what they lack most now is time, as long as they can fight for one more second, they can fight for one more second.

"I don't know how General Zhang wants to compare?" Originally, Zhang Jiao was also a little skeptical that they were delaying time, but even Guan Yu's arrogant person gave himself a sense of flattery, he thought that he really had the spirit of the legendary king, as long as he shook his body, he could make these fierce generals rush to the first, and now his army is besieging these eight hundred remnants, even if it is compared with them, there is nothing to do, but he took into account that Zhang Fei is a little brave, and decided that he must not send someone to fight him alone. Zhang Jiao, who had made up his mind, looked at Zhang Fei with some contempt, wanting to see what he could say?

"Haha-Zhang Jiao looks at your age, when I Zhang Fei heard your name, I thought you were not a good thing, but now look at you, an old boy, can have such an achievement, it is really a bit of a way. My old Zhang will not talk nonsense, I will single-handedly pick up your subordinates, they can choose one by one, or they can choose one piece, but I Zhang Fei and one condition, that is, if I don't hit a person, you will give me a bowl of porridge for these eight hundred people to drink, as long as they drink these eight hundred bowls of porridge, then I Zhang Fei must obey Zhang Jiao's wish, how about it? But before the competition, give me a jar of wine-" Zhang Fei was very subtle when he spoke, he did not explicitly say that he wanted to take refuge in Zhang Jiao, but said that he followed Zhang Jiao's intentions, and Zhang Jiao's intentions are estimated that no one will understand, does he want to reign in the world? Or do you want to live forever? Even Zhang Jiao is very confused now, let alone Zhang Fei?

"Hmph—come on, bring me five hundred yellow turban wrestlers, and give him a jar of good wine! Zhang Fei, don't be arrogant to Poor Dao, if it weren't for Poor Dao looking at you with a bit of force, Poor Dao would have sent a heavenly thunder to punish you, do you want to see what a heavenly thunder is? I'll open your eyes first-" Zhang Jiao was very angry when he heard Zhang Fei's words, but he only needed a few hundred people to collect them, and this deal was also cost-effective, he felt that it was better to give Zhang Fei a dismount, he beckoned to take out a round black ball, he personally lit the fuse and threw it into the open space on the side, only to hear a loud "boom-" A loud noise, and after the delay dissipated, a pit appeared in the same place, and the brains of the people present were buzzing and hurting, it was too harsh- There is only one thought in everyone's hearts, that is, is this the power of the heavenly thunder?

According to Zhang Jiao's instructions, Zhang Fei drank a jar of wine in one go, and then slammed it to the ground, he didn't take his spear this time, but only took a shield, now it's a competition not to kill, even if Zhang Fei doesn't know the severity, it can reduce some deaths. Zhang Jiao waved his hand and surrounded the five hundred yellow turban wrestlers with weapons, such intentions are obvious, you Zhang Fei said that you can fight, then as long as you can beat the five hundred yellow turban wrestlers who lie down to me, then the porridge of eight hundred people is just a small dish for tens of thousands of troops.

No one would have thought that Zhang Fei after drinking would be more flexible and fierce than when he was sober, and the eyes of the audience were focused on Zhang Fei and the five hundred Yellow Turban Army, who could be better in the end, only Guan Yu knew in his heart that Zhang Fei who drank wine was not an opponent, and the five hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers were just slightly stronger in Guan Yu's opinion. I just don't know if Zhang Fei can hold on-

Bowls of porridge began to be sent to the Han army, they were silently grateful to Zhang Fei in their hearts, and a bowl of hot porridge also gave them some strength, so that the generals who died for themselves, if they did not serve their fate, it was really intolerable - Zhang Fei didn't expect that his unintentional move would have such a big repercussions, so he did intentionally plant flowers and flowers that did not bloom, and unintentionally planted willows and willows!

(End of chapter)