After the city was broken, Zhang Jiao was trapped in the city and could not move. The Yellow Turban elite guards wanted to protect Zhang Jiao and fight out to Quyang to meet Zhang Bao, and Xu Tu raised his back.

Zhang Jiao shook his head, coughed violently for a while, and took a breath, showing a sad look on his face.

"After this matter, how can I get the next step? What if I run away? And I'm afraid my illness will not be cured. You will protect your own families and run away. The Han army will not let you go. You must hide your identity. Don't talk about the things at this time, you can keep your life safe."

Zhang Jiao persuaded his personal guards to escape from their own lives. He had ambitions to die and did not plan to leave Guangzong.

There is really no hope. I and Zhang Bao were together, and I could not fight a battle in a row. Once I fought, people's hearts would disperse.

At this point, resistance became futile.

The Han army's offensive was extremely fierce, and it attacked like crazy. The Yellow Turban Army retreated step by step, and even the most elite Yellow Turban elite could not resist the Han army's attack.

Zhang Jiao suddenly felt very funny.

It is obvious that if you are a pope, you can be rich and even participate in politics as a pope, but you can't stand the temptation of ambition and the persuasion of others, and you actually put forward the banner of resistance.

To be a gun envoy also gave Han Ting a reason to wipe out Taiping Road with great pride.

Life for more than ten years was like a dream. In a trance, he even felt that everything was happening yesterday.

The trepidation at the beginning, the church members became more and more happy, the expansion of ambitions, the indomitable advancement in the early stages of the war, and the current defeat is imminent.

Life is like a dream. In the end, who is not a handful of loess that can be transformed into topics for future generations?

Zhang Jiao suddenly became interested. He wanted to know if anyone would remember his name thousands of years later, and what status he had known to future generations.

If it's not such a bad reputation, it's best.

People are almost dying, of course they are a little worried about causing such a big deal.

But thinking about it, I know that I have failed to fight against the Hanting, so how could the historical books give me a good reputation?

At best, just give me a "thief".

But, my elders, if there is no problem with your country, if everyone has enough food and clothing, everyone lives and works peacefully and is peaceful and stable, how could so many people follow me, and how could so many people support me to rebel? How could I go on the path today?

It’s not me who decides whether I rebel or not, but you!

The culprit of this turmoil was not him Zhang Jiao, but the emperor of the Han court, and the gentry who were pounding bones and sucking marrow high!

The Yellow Turban elites were unwilling to abandon Zhang Jiao. They still had a pious belief and dependence on Zhang Jiao. They were unwilling to give up, just to take Zhang Jiao away.

A few people went up together, lifted Zhang Jiao and rushed out, but the Han army had already reached the front.

"Sima Guo Peng of Changshui is here! The thief Zhang Jiao surrenders quickly! Otherwise, he will be killed and will not forgive him!"

The one who led the troops to kill was Guo Peng. Guo Peng was determined to make contributions, so he rushed into the city and grabbed a few tongues and led the way, killing him all the way to this side.

He and the other Han troops did not go along the way. He seized the nearest route and directly rushed to Zhang Jiao's nest, which blocked Zhang Jiao here.

The living Zhang Jiao can bring him more benefits than the dead Zhang Jiao, so it would be best if Zhang Jiao surrendered in dismay.

Zhang Jiao smiled sarcastically when he heard this.

"Can I avoid death if I surrender? The hawks and dogs in Hanting cannot believe a word. You guys, don't put down your weapons and surrender, kill out of the encirclement and escape!"

Zhang Jiao asked the Yellow Turban elites to let him go and escape from the encirclement and escape, but the Yellow Turban elites were still unwilling to give up Zhang Jiao and wanted to protect Zhang Jiao and fight out together.

So the Yellow Turban elites fought the Han army in the final desperate battle. In the not-open space, the Han army and the Yellow Turban elites were killed into a group, and the battle situation was extremely tragic.

There were many soldiers in the Han Dynasty and few elite soldiers in the Yellow Turbans. They gradually lost their strength and were forced to retreat to their nests and tried to defend themselves.

Xiahou Dun was the most brave. He rushed forward with a fierce gun and stabbed an elite Yellow Turban soldier to death with a big gun. He rushed to the door that was about to be closed with his body, and squeezed the body into the middle of the crack in the door, making it impossible for the door to be closed.

Then several soldiers stepped forward and pushed them hard, pushed open the door in one fell swoop. Guo Peng waved his knife to kill an elite Yellow Turban soldier and took the lead in rushing in.

Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan followed Guo Peng closely, rushing all the way, fighting with the Yellow Turban elites. Dozens of personal soldiers immediately followed, opening a bloody road for Guo Peng, protecting Guo Peng and chasing them hard. In the small courtyard, the Han army and the Yellow Turban army caught each other and fought each other. The scene was very tragic.

The final breakthrough of the Yellow Turban elites failed. They could only protect Zhang Jiao and return to the house where they were originally staying. A group of the most trusted guards looked at Zhang Jiao with red eyes, leaving tears.

"Why are you crying? You are all children from poor families and can't have enough food. Follow me to have a meal, but now I can't give you food. You have to make a living by yourself. Go and kill a bloody road, or hide it, hide it in a safe place, and wait for the Han army to withdraw before coming out.

The Han army’s target is me. They want my life, not your life. As long as you escape from here and find a manor to surrender, you can still have food. Let’s leave. Don’t keep it anymore. Stay here just waiting for death.”

Zhang Jiao coughed violently, so he almost couldn't breathe.

None of the Yellow Turban elites were willing to leave, and they all wanted to fight to the end for Zhang Jiao. So they drew their knives and rushed outside the door to become Zhang Jiao's last barrier.

Guo Peng led his army to attack and fought with them in the final hand-to-hand combat. These Yellow Turban elite attack styles actually killed many Han troops.

Some even if they were pierced, they bit the neck of the Han soldiers, biting their necks to pieces, and some directly blinded the eyes of the Han soldiers with their hands. The mad dog-like combat method actually made a group of Han soldiers dare not approach it.

"Shoot the arrow!"

The personal guards beside Guo Peng were wearing crossbows. With a command, dozens of arrows were shot out. The last eight people guarding here shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground and died.

The last Yellow Turban elite who had breathed a sigh of relief was caught in five arrows. He climbed to the door and sat in front of the door with a slump, his hands spread open and stared at Han Jun, his face turned red and his whole body trembled.

Finally, should I protect Zhang Jiao?

The charlatan's personal charm and a mouth cannot be underestimated. That mouth can allow him to get most of the things he wants, as long as he is not too greedy, such as wanting to be an emperor.

Guo Peng walked forward expressionlessly, looked at him, and then stabbed him into his chest without hesitation, directly stabbing him to the ground.

The door opened, Zhang Jiao, who was haggard, sat cross-legged not far from the gate. When he saw the death of the Yellow Turban elite, he closed his eyes in pain and two tears slid across his cheeks.

Only at this last moment will Zhang Jiao cry for these people.

"You are Zhang Jiao?"

Guo Peng asked.

"I am Zhang Jiao, General Zhang Jiao of Heaven! Dog thief! Come on the name!"

Looking up at Guo Peng, Zhang Jiao's face turned red and she glared. The blue veins on the back of her hands burst out, as if she was about to start a strife in the next second.

Guo Peng sneered.

"Dog thief? You are the dog thief! The rebellious dog thief! The dog thief everyone can kill!"

Guo Peng slashed Zhang Jiao's neck, and Zhang Jiao continued to look at Guo Peng without fear.

"The Han court is tyrannical and unrighteous, and the people in the world have suffered from the Han Dynasty for a long time! The destiny of heaven says that the sky is dead, and Huang Tian should establish it! I follow the destiny of heaven to raise an army to attack the tyrannical Han court. What are the thieves?!"

"Bad destiny! I'll cheat you! Even if the sky dies, it's not your turn to stand up! People! Tie me! Keep your mouth blocked!"

Xiahou Yuan and Cao Ren immediately rushed forward and tied Zhang Jiao with excitement. Xiahou Dun stuffed it into Zhang Jiao's mouth with a rag in his hand. Then the three of them carried Zhang Jiao directly and walked out of the room with Guo Peng.

Facing the soldiers under his command all over the yard, Guo Peng raised his sword directly to the sky.

"Zhang Jiao! He was captured alive! We won!!!"

A huge cheer sounded, and the sound was earth-shaking, and it spread from the yard to the outside of the yard.

Guo Peng looked at Zhang Jiao with a sad face, full of ecstasy and a sarcastic smile on his face.
Chapter completed!