That night, Zhang Bao left a letter to other coach Qu in the study room and then took Panzang with him and disguised himself as the soldiers of He Man's army and quietly left Guangzong City.

"Go to Nanyang by the order of the general." He Man said.

He Man himself is one of the commanders of Qu, and except for the Three Dukes, he is the highest-ranking position in the Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban soldiers naturally dare not stop them.

He Man led the army southward and met Zhang Mancheng stationed here all the way to Nanyang.

He Man went alone to meet Zhang Mancheng and told him Zhang Jiao's last words.

Zhang Mancheng, who had already captured Nanyang and four nearby counties, turned his head guiltily.

He Man said: "I know your decision, but are you worthy of General God's cultivation? Have you forgotten who saved your whole family?"

Zhang Mancheng said: "He gave me a medicine when he saved me. Is it enough for me to give General Tiangong to a thousand doses?"

He Man was stunned, how could there be such a shameless person?

He can also say such words.

"I will not reveal your coming. This is to repay the kindness of General God for me over the years." Zhang Mancheng said that, and opened a box from the secret compartment of the room, containing gold, silver and jewelry.

"This money is enough to buy a lot of it." Zhang Mancheng said.

"You can say this to General God in the future." He Man sneered and pushed open the box.

"I originally wanted to ask you for a decision, but now it seems that you have changed like everyone else."

He Man turned around and left.

Zhang Mancheng looked at He Man's back and closed his eyes.

He might have a hint of regret in his heart.

It seems that I shouldn't have done it so obviously.

A scholar in green appeared in the hall behind him. He smiled at Zhang Mancheng and said, "General, do we want it..." He made a throat-cutting action.

Zhang Mancheng slapped the scholar in the face.

A red slap appeared on the scholar's face.

"Don't worry about my affairs, you're just my dog."

The scholar lowered his head, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

But it will hide quickly.

......

At some point, the news that Zhang Jiao is dead quietly came out.

Huangfu Song and others were unable to confirm the authenticity of the news, but it was unquestionable that the Yellow Turban Army had trapped Guangzong City and never left the city.

"Did Zhang Jiao really die of illness?" Huangfu Song doubted the authenticity.

"Worried about fraud, how could Zhang Jiao die suddenly?" Zhu Yan didn't believe it would be the real news.

Fang Mu could see clearly, and he said, "I have a way to confirm it."

"What's the solution?"

"Send someone to write Zhang Jiao's dead information on the letter, and then shoot the arrows tied with the letter into the city. Regardless of the authenticity of the news, it is clear at a glance." Fang Mu was confident.

"If the news is false, Guangzong City will naturally not be affected. If the news is true, the news of Zhang Jiao's death may be concealed by the top leaders of the Yellow Turbans in the city. Why do they conceal the news? For such cults, Zhang Jiao's life is much more important than death." Fang Mu said.

Huangfu Song seemed to be thinking.

"It makes sense, you can try it."

At least it will not cost them much even if they fail.

Then Huangfu Song sent someone to write a large number of letters and copied them on arrows and ordered people to shoot into the Yellow Turban Army camp outside Guangzong City.

In the military camp, when the Yellow Turban soldiers saw the court sending people to shoot arrows, they immediately hid in the gullies and covers and hid.

An arrow was inserted beside Wang Tieniu.

Wang Tieniu glanced at him and suddenly saw that there seemed to be yellow paper tied to the arrow.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully picked up the arrow and opened the yellow paper on it.

Wang Tieniu looked at it for a long time and gasped in his nostrils.

He couldn't read half of the big words.

He knew these squares, and he knew these words.

The court army's arrow rain continued for a while and then stopped.

Wang Tieniu took the yellow paper back to his tent.

He was illiterate, but he knew that there was a Li Changgen in the camp next door who knew his words. He had worked as a teacher before.

In the military camp, someone asked him for advice and recognized his words and Li Changgen was willing to teach him, so many people respected him.

When Wang Tieniu came to Li Changgen, he found that dozens of people had surrounded him.

Li Changgen was holding a piece of yellow paper in his hand.

There were also a few people who had learned calligraphy from him next to him who also had yellow paper in their hands.

Wang Tieniu looked down at the paper in his hand.

The dog officials in the court are also interesting. Why are you sending us paper? Do you wipe your butt?

"Is the great master really dead?"

A farmer next to him said.

"It must be the strategy of the imperial dog officials, so don't be deceived."

"Yes, the great wise and good teachers have endless magic power, how could there be an accident?"

As you say something, Wang Tieniu understood it.

The court farts, great wise men are immortals and immortals!

Wang Tieniu scoffed at him.

Forget it, it should be more comfortable to wipe your butt with yellow paper than bamboo strips and leaves. I have never used paper yet.

Wang Tieniu left the yellow paper.

Not only the Yellow Turban Army at the bottom, but also the generals and commanders of the middle and upper levels, they also discovered the contents of the letter.

"How did the court know? Did someone leak the news?" Zhang Niujiao was furious.

When Zhang Liang and the others left a letter in the house to explain Zhang Jiao's death. Zhang Niujiao and the others temporarily concealed it in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

Zhou Cang frowned and said, "What are you going to do? When the general left, he told us to listen to you."

There is a difference in the names of Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Jiao.

But the two are not the same person. After the fall of the Yellow Turbans, Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Yan went to Black Mountain to lead the remaining members of the Yellow Turbans to fight.

"Take all the letters back and spread rumors in the army," said Zhang Niujiao.

The other Qu Shushou nodded, thinking that Zhang Niujiao's method made sense.

Generals and officials at all levels convey the orders one by one.

"Everyone handed over the paper I picked up during the day." Wang Tieniu's superior convened everyone in the camp warned. "If you are found to have a private hiding, you will be severely punished!"

The others handed over the yellow paper, and Wang Tieniu stood still.

The centurion found Wang Tieniu, "Wang Tieniu, someone saw you holding paper in your hand during the day, why didn't you hand it over?"

Wang Tieniu's face turned red, "I... I used it to wipe my butt when I shit."

The other Yellow Turban soldiers next to him burst into laughter.

"You are lying to find a good reason." The centurion asked Wang Tieniu to hand it over, but he really used it to wipe his butt.

"If you wipe it, I will get it back. If you can't find it back, don't eat!"

Wang Tieniu was angry, "What did I lie to you? Why don't you let me eat? Since the content in the letter is fake, why should I collect it? Are you guilty of being a thief?" Wang Tieniu shouted loudly in anger.

The whole camp could hear this sentence clearly.

In the end, Wang Tieniu was slaughtered by the angry centurion for fifty sticks and fasted for three days.

But Wang Tieniu's words were spread from time to time and quickly spread in the Yellow Turban camp.

Although no one said it on the surface, there were many people talking about it in secret.

Since the content in the letter is fake, why should I collect it?

The sentiment of doubt grew among the Yellow Turban Army.
Chapter completed!