Lu Bu, the Tyrant of the Three Kingdoms

Lu Bu chuckled lightly and explained: "Bu Shicai's arrow, two hundred steps away, the feather arrow hit Zhang Jiao, the strength has been exhausted, it is impossible to kill Zhang Jiao with the feather arrow alone, so even if Zhang Jiao is shot, it may be difficult to directly let it be four-dimensional, and if Zhang Jiao is not dead, stand up immediately, and you can also use this to improve the morale of the Yellow Turban Army." "

"Then why..." Dong Zhuo was even more surprised when he heard this.

"I want Zhang Jiao to continue to stand on top of the city tower and continue to command the Yellow Turban Army to fight, so that Zhang Jiao didn't notice at all that at this time, he was already poisonous. Lu Bu said this, and the corners of his mouth showed a slight mocking smile.

"What, poisonous?" Dong Zhuo was shocked when he heard this, looking at Lu Bu and at the same time, he was a little jealous, feeling that Lu Bu was like a tiger when he was charging into battle, with the courage of an overlord, but at this time, he felt that Lu Bu was as insidious as a poisonous snake, hunting in the dark.

Lu Bu nodded and explained: "That's right, the feather arrow before had already been coated with poison, and Zhang Jiao is afraid that he can just bandage it casually as an ordinary skin wound, and by the time Zhang Jiao discovers that he is highly poisoned, it will be too late." "

Dong Zhuo listened and admired Lu Bu even more, although it was very disgraceful to use poison, but it was only in the eyes of those literati, in Dong Zhuo's opinion, as long as he could break the enemy army, there was no means that could not be used, and he arched his hand and said: "Feng Xianzhen is a good general of the Han Dynasty, brave and strategic, and admired." "

"General Dong, please also order the soldiers to attack with all their might, regardless of casualties, so that Zhang Jiao can not take care of his injuries even more. Lu Bu said this, and said coldly: "As long as Zhang Jiao dies, the Yellow Turban Dragons will be leaderless, and they will collapse in an instant." "

"Well, good. Dong Zhuo looked at it and shouted: "Soldiers, Zhang Jiao has been injured, the morale of the Yellow Turban has been greatly reduced, why not attack with all his strength, the first one to climb the city tower, the reward will be 10,000 gold, Fengguan Neihou, and the descendants will attack each other from generation to generation." "

"Block, block the Han army. Zhang Jiao kept commanding from the top of the tower.

And the siege continued, Zhang Jiao looked at the Han army attacking below, I don't know when, looking at the front of him since he was a little dizzy, but seeing that the Han army's offensive was too fierce, Zhang Jiao didn't care.

But as time passed, Zhang Jiao felt it even if he wanted to care, and suddenly began to cough violently, and a Yellow Turban soldier immediately ran over and said, "General Tiangong, what's wrong." "

"Are you alright? The Yellow Turban Army supported Zhang Jiao, looking at Zhang Jiao's eyes, nose, and ears, since black blood was gradually flowing out, he couldn't help but be shocked.

When Zhang Jiao heard where he came, he wiped it slightly, looked at the black blood on his fingers, his heart was shocked, and after a violent cough, he spit out a mouthful of black blood directly from his mouth, and said in surprise: "I was poisoned, what is it..." , the arrow. "

Speaking of this, Zhang Jiao immediately saw his shoulder, where he had been injured by Lu Bu before, and said in surprise: "That arrow is poisonous." "

And many of the Yellow Turban soldiers around looked at Zhang Jiao, and they all noticed that Zhang Jiao was their backbone, if Zhang Jiao fell, they would all be finished, and suddenly the defense of the city was much looser, Zhang Jiao looked at it and immediately understood the conspiracy of the Han army, and shouted: "Everyone, although the Han army uses poisoned arrows, but it is not a big problem, you must not let the Han army climb the city tower!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..." Zhang Jiao just finished speaking, he was terminally ill, and now he was attacked by this poisonous gas, and immediately spit out a mouthful of black blood, making Zhang Jiao's words just now not convincing at all.

"General Tiangong. One of the generals ran over and shouted, "Order someone to defend the city, and immediately find a healer." "

Zhang Jiao looked at the Yellow Turban Army, and said loudly with some gasp: "Everyone, a certain has the blessing of the sky, and before he leads everyone to overthrow this Han family, he will never let go, you don't have to worry, just concentrate on resisting the enemy." "

Watching Zhang Jiao leave the city tower with the support of the doctor, although the Yellow Turban Army listened to Zhang Jiao's words, and suddenly raised a trace of morale, but after a long time, without the support of Zhang Jiao's main beam pole, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army became lower and lower.

They are panicking in their hearts, and when they were panicking in their hearts in the past, they would pray for the blessing of the Heavenly Gong General, but now even their Heavenly Gong General Zhang Jiao has been injured and poisoned, so it can still bless them!

And Dong Zhuo, who was under Yingyin City, looked at it and said with joy in his heart: "Okay, Zhang Jiao's guy left, it seems that he died of poison!"

Lu Bu on the side also nodded slightly when he heard this, and immediately said: "It doesn't matter if you die or not, but now that Zhang Jiao is poisoned and left, the Yellow Turban Army is leaderless at this time, General Dong, this is the time when the morale of the Yellow Turban Army is low, if you don't attack, when will you wait." "

Dong Zhuo also agreed when he heard this, and shouted with his sword: "Soldiers, Zhang Jiao has been poisoned and died, and he will attack the city with all his might." "

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