A fire broke out in the low Fortress, and the darkness of the night sky was reflected like a sunset.

The Han army was stationed five miles outside the city, and the officers and men of the three armies had been assembled.

Zhu Jun rode on horseback, holding the reins in his left hand, and when he saw the billowing smoke rising from the sky above Duyang City in front of him, he couldn't hide a smile on his face, and said to the generals around him: "I thought it would take a few days to get things done, but I didn't expect Sun Wentai to be so decisive and fast, and he really deserves his name of 'Jiangdong Tiger'." ”

Sun Jian was personally recruited by Zhu Jun from Xiapi, and now Sun Jian's task has been completed beautifully and neatly, and Zhu Jun also feels that he has a lot of face.

In Duyang City, the Yellow Turban Army was busy fighting fires, and there were as many as seven or eight fires, and I don't know which one of the plagues did this lack of morality.

But one thing is certain, among them, mixed in with the Han army's meticulous work.

Han Zhong, who woke up from his sleep, got up and put on his armor, and when he went out of the tent, his ears were filled with the shouts of walking water, and the swaying figures carrying buckets back and forth.

"What about the Divine Envoy General?" Han Zhong grabbed a soldier who ran to fight the fire and asked out loud.

The soldier shook his head, "Everyone was busy putting out the fire, and I didn't see the divine envoy general." ”

Han Zhong asked several soldiers in a row, and although the answers were different, the same thing was that no one had ever seen Zhang Mancheng.

The second leader of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army couldn't help but frown, there was such a big movement in the city, with Zhang Mancheng's temperament, it was impossible not to react.

With four personal soldiers, Han Zhong went directly to Zhang Mancheng's mansion.

Pushing open the vermilion lacquer-colored mansion door, a strong bloody breath rushed towards him.

Han Zhong looked inside, and in the courtyard scattered with withered yellow leaves, there were more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally, lifeless.

The further I went, the more frightened I became.

Of the nearly 100 guards responsible for guarding Zhang Mancheng's safety, none of them survived. Han Zhong squatted down and roughly examined these people with only one or two scars on their bodies. It is enough to show that this murderer is ruthless and simple, without the slightest delay and hesitation, and will take people's lives when he shoots.

The four guards who accompanied him drew their knives and looked around, but they didn't dare to gasp, and stood in an east, west, south, and north position, scanning the surroundings vigilantly left and right, for fear that a figure would emerge from some dark corner and end their lives.

Han Zhong walked all the way to the mansion and pushed open the door of the hall.

In the hall, there were no traces of a fight, and Zhang Mancheng was lying on the table, looking like he was sleeping soundly.

The guards outside are all dead, how can he still sleep soundly?

Han Zhong had an extremely bad premonition in his heart, but he still had a chance and shouted at Zhang Mancheng, 'Divine Envoy General'.

Zhang Mancheng, who was lying on the table, remained motionless and did not react.

Han Zhong's heart sank, and he walked forward quickly, lifting Zhang Mancheng's body back gently.

Then he saw Zhang Mancheng's head turned away, revealing his yellowed and blackened teeth, and the two eyeballs on his pale face were protruding, as if they were about to burst out, which was extremely terrifying.

At the location of the atrium in the chest, there is a hole in blood, which is dripping out.

Nanyang Daqu is handsome, dead!

Slowly closing Zhang Mancheng's eyes, Han Zhong turned his head to look at the four guards, and gave a cold order: "Find it for me, even if you dig all over the sun, dig three feet into the ground, you have to find out Bocai for me!" ”

The sudden fire, coupled with Zhang Mancheng's death.

All this is no accident.

Except for Bocai, who happened to enter the city tonight, who else could there be. I didn't expect to be kindly taken in by him, but in the end it was a white-eyed wolf, and he would take revenge, and the wolf was a dog.

Han Zhong was so angry that his eyes erupted into flames, and at this time, a soldier came quickly to report that the Han army had launched a night attack.

It was really 'the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and encountered a head wind'.

Han Zhong forced himself to calm down first and asked the soldiers, "How many people are here?" ”

The soldier thought about it, and his tone was a little anxious: "General, I can't see the number of Han troops clearly in the dark, so I can only hear the drums." In the darkness, it seems that there is a steady stream of Han troops, pouring towards us. ”

"Go, follow me to meet the enemy!"

The situation was not yet clear, and Han Zhong decided to go to the city to suppress the battle first, and then make a strategy against the enemy.

When Zhang Mancheng died, he had to take responsibility for the lives of his brothers.

Walking out of the gate quickly, Han Zhong walked halfway, but saw countless Yellow Turban troops fleeing to the south gate.

"What's going on!" He grabbed one of the fleeing soldiers and shouted a question.

The soldier obviously recognized Han Zhong, stood in place, and replied in frustration: "The Han army said that the divine envoy general is dead, and another traitor took the opportunity to steal the city gate. The brothers did not see the general for a long time, and the Han army spread rumors that the general had abandoned us and fled for his life, causing the army to be disheartened and abandon the city and flee. ”

Damn it!

Hearing this, Han Zhong slammed his fist on the wall of the house on the side of the road, resentful and unwilling.

The firefighters in the city also threw away their hands and were busy running for their lives, allowing the fire to take off.

The firelight reflected Han Zhong's face red and hot, and the guards beside him asked him, "General, what should we do?" ”

You ask me, who should I ask?

Han Zhong had a sad face, patted his swollen forehead, scratched his hair, and watched waves of soldiers run past him. Now, even if he wants to break the kettle and fight with the officers and soldiers, no soldier is willing to stop and listen to his command.

In just a few hours, too many things have happened, Han Zhong let out a long sigh, knowing that the situation was irreparable, he was very stunned: "Run, run away." ”

Escape from the sun, you can only go back to Wancheng.

When the Yellow Turban Army abandoned the city and fled, Zhu Jun ordered a decisive attack, and the generals under his meritorious service urged their horses to rush wildly, killing people when they met, regardless of women, children, old and young, all killed as military merits.

After this battle, in the entire Duyang City, except for the officials and soldiers, there was no one alive.

Sun Jian stood at the city gate, holding Zhang Mancheng's head in his right hand.

After opening the city gate, he returned to the mansion again, and cut off Zhang Mancheng's head with a knife to be dedicated to the right middle general.

Seeing this, Zhu Jun was really overjoyed, and even praised Sun Jian for his bravery, and he should be remembered for his first credit.

After the city was pacified, Zhu Jun slowly entered the city.

Lü Bu followed, and he and his cavalry did not participate in the siege of the city.

First, on the way here, these generals had already chattered many times, saying that Lu Bu's merits were enough, so don't come to share this soup again; The second is that the moth thief rebellion is true, but its internal good and bad are uneven, most of them are desperate poor people after all, and Lu Bu does not want to raise a butcher's knife against them unless it is absolutely necessary.

However, what he didn't expect was that for these generals, there were no so-called innocent people at all.

Horses' hooves trampling on the streets, burning houses, dead bodies in sight, blood stains that gradually dried up in the firelight......

There was only no sound of a living person, and there was a panicked silence in the city of Senluo Yan Palace.