Hearing this, Wang Zheng glanced at Cao Bao coldly, but didn't feel anything strange for the time being.
Although I don't remember how this person performed in the original history of the Three Kingdoms, at least in this battle, if the other party's command was good, it would indeed have caused a lot of trouble for the family.
What's even more rare is that I heard Xu Fang say before that the opponent did not beg for surrender until the end of the battle, and even had the intention of killing himself with a horizontal sword, but was stopped by his own soldiers.
No matter what, as a military general, he did his best to fulfill his duty and fought bloody battles to the end. Naturally, he looked down on traitors like Zhang Rao who surrendered to thieves.
It is not surprising that he made such mocking remarks.
Not to mention him, even in his heart of hearts, how could he have imagined that Shang Zhang Zhao would take the initiative to offer the city?
Even if it is beneficial to oneself, there are doubts and disdain.
But no matter what, the key to these famous ministers who have been stamped by history is that they are different from Mi Heng in that they are talents in internal affairs. Wang Zheng will not be prejudiced against them because of a little personal likes and dislikes.
After some thought, he first ordered the jailer to open the lock, and was about to step forward to help him up in person, as if he were a courteous corporal, when he saw the middle-aged man beside him suddenly said: "General, you have a golden body and a noble body, and you are willing to serve me."
My master's visit here is a sign of his great kindness, but it is absolutely inappropriate to enter this prison again!"
"It's better to let the villain go and invite the master to come out and see you face to face."
Hearing this, Xu Fang and others on the side also started to persuade him.
The ancients believed in the theory of luck and attached great importance to status and names. A place like a prison would be reluctant if it were outside a cage, but it was indeed not suitable for Wang Zheng, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, to enter in person.
To put it bluntly, it’s a bad sign!
Seeing that everyone was speaking sincerely, Wang Zhengben was not particularly determined, so he nodded in agreement.
The middle-aged man just walked up to Zhang Zhao and saw him closing his eyes and lowering his eyebrows, with a dull look on his face. Tears could still be seen on his face, and his heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that the master already knows the truth?
It must be Cao Bao!
Turning his head and glaring at the other side, the man's thoughts were racing, but his face remained calm.
From the moment he knew that the attackers were Yellow Turban thieves, he knew that Zhang Zhao's plan was wrong from the beginning. However, he was just following orders. The only thing he knew was that the current owner of Pengcheng had become Wang Zheng.
Not wanting to offend him, he immediately came up with an excuse, saying that he was here to help Zhang Zhao on his orders, but they never mentioned that the reason for their help was that they thought he was Yuan Shujun.
The man wanted to avoid offending Wang Zheng for the time being. At the same time, he could make the decision after rescuing Zhang Zhao from prison.
It's just that the man didn't expect that there were too many unexpected changes.
Upon hearing that his master's name was Zhang Zhaohou, Wang Zheng actually insisted on coming to Ruolu Prison to greet him in person.
What was even more unexpected was that Zhang Zhao had already learned the truth from Cao Bao.
He was so anxious that he immediately knelt down on one knee, held Zhang Zhao's hand, and shouted: "Master!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Zhao was shocked and finally opened his eyes.
It's Tang Hu.
He smiled miserably, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a look of joy on Tang Hu's face, but his eyes were staring straight at him, and he shouted loudly: "Master, General Wang Zheng, General Wang has come to visit you personally."
General Tiangong...
What a yellow turban thief!
Zhang Zhao sighed and tears filled his eyes again: "Tang Hu, it was my mistake..."
Tang Hu, however, quickly cut off his words and shouted again: "Sir, you are strategizing here to help General Xiang win Pengcheng. The General has said that you have made great contributions."
"The matter has come to this, but we can't not take any credit at this time, let alone think about retreating after we have achieved success!"
"Even if my master is indifferent to fame and fortune, you can't make it difficult for the general to do his job. He has strict military discipline, but he has the style of Wu Qi, but he must be punished for his mistakes and rewarded for his merits."
This long paragraph fell in Zhang Zhao's ears, but he knew that the focus of what the other party said was nothing more than "the matter is over" and "retiring after success".
Since you made a mistake, it's better to make a mistake.
Even if you don't want to be a thief, you should protect yourself first, don't offend the yellow turban thief, and get out of prison first.
Tang Hu, you have good intentions.
Zhang Zhao sighed in his heart, but became more and more sad.
It's just that a big mistake has been made. How can the safety of one's own family be compared to Zhang's century-old reputation?
He nodded to Tang Hu, then slowly took out a hairpin from his bosom, which he took from his high crown.
Yes, that's it...
Only death will make one's determination clear!
Seeing Zhang Zhao's actions and the determination in the other person's eyes, Tang Hu immediately reacted, his heart sank, and he shook his head repeatedly to indicate no.
However, Zhang Zhao also shook his head, but slowly raised his hand.
What a good thing!
With Wang Zheng and others around, Tang Hu couldn't speak clearly, but he had already tried his best to think of the words he just said. If he couldn't persuade Zhang Zhao, he didn't know what to do.
Just when he was in a hurry, he suddenly had an idea. He held Zhang Zhao's hand and immediately added more points. At the same time, he said in a hurried tone: "Master, Pan, Wen and other family heads are still waiting outside to celebrate with you!
"
His words were like a thunderbolt, making Zhang Zhao feel weak and his body immediately leaned forward, almost knocking on the ground.
How could I forget that there are still this group of people!
Zhang Zhao suddenly felt despair in his heart.
He himself was from a noble family and knew very well what these people looked like.
It was his Zhang family who took the lead in assisting Wangzheng to break the city, and it was Zhang Zhao who proposed it. Even if we now know that it is the Yellow Turban thieves who are attacking the city and not Yuan Shu's army, there is no pressure on these people to surrender to the thieves.
In the future, all it takes is for everyone to say that they were deceived by Zhang Zhao, so that the family will not be harmed at this time and its reputation will be unimpeded in the future.
And this means that even if he commits suicide, Zhang and him will never be able to avoid this basin of dirty water before and after their lives!
But, other than this method, he had nothing else to do.
Frustrated, his whole body became weaker and weaker. He only heard a small clang and the hairpin in his hand fell to the ground.
Wang Zheng, who was not far away, had a panoramic view of this scene and couldn't help but think deeply.
At the same time, a hint of joy flashed in Tang Hu's eyes, and he said:
"My master said before that generals possess great talents and great weapons. Tang Hu saw it with his own eyes, and it is indeed true."
Why did you say this?
Seeing Tang Hu suddenly put his adjective for Yuan Shu on Wang Zheng, Zhang Zhao was extremely surprised and immediately raised his eyes. Seeing him nodding slightly again, he glanced to the right from the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
Tang Hu is a knowledgeable person, he is...
Very nice looking at this yellow turban thief...
Or...
Is it the leader of this bandit, General Tiangong?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but feel curious and looked over from the same angle.
Standing on the corridor was a young general with an ordinary face, but an indescribable heroic spirit.
At this time, the other party was standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.
The prison is underground and there is no light. The dim firelight casts out heavy shadows, which seem to vibrate with the young man's breathing, like black ripples.
And the black ripples spread all over the young man's body more actively, as if he was covered with a layer of majestic armor.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhao had a misunderstanding.
It's as if the majestic scenes described in the Book of Songs and literature and history I read when I was young suddenly walked out of the text and jumped out of the bamboo slips...
Vividly, vividly, it appeared outside this prison, inside the prison.
That's the "Carriage" chapter in "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya".