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Outside the treasury, more than four thousand Wei soldiers were charging toward the treasury along the main street.

Everyone knew that the grain in the national treasury was their hope for survival; if it were burned, everything would be over.

"I absolutely cannot let that traitor Zhang He burn our lifeline to the ground!"

Yang Fu ran wildly, gritting his teeth.

After being released by Zhang He, he sent someone to inform Cao Cao while rushing to the reserve camp in Guanzhong.

He immediately gathered the remaining four thousand soldiers and headed straight for the national treasury.

His only wish was that Zhang Ji could hold on a little longer.

If we can hold out until he arrives with reinforcements, we can then work together from within and without to annihilate Zhang He and the three thousand Hebei rebels.

"Fire has broken out, the national treasury is on fire—"

Yang Fu was awakened by the shrill screams of his bodyguards.

Yang Fu suddenly looked up and saw that the sky above the national treasury was already ablaze with flames.

"Is it too late?"

Yang Fu was terrified, frantically whipped his horse, and shouted:

"Quickly, hurry to the national treasury to put out the fire—"

The Wei army panicked, as the national treasury was a matter of life and death for them, so they charged forward like madmen, disregarding everything.

Just as they were about to rush to the gate of the warehouse.

Three thousand Hebei rebels, like wild horses, poured out of the burning national treasury and charged forward.

The first general, wielding a long sword, was none other than Zhang He!

"Zhang He, a traitor, kill him!"

Yang Fu's eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed his knife at Zhang He with a furious roar.

In the blink of an eye, the two armies clashed like surging tides on the street in front of the granary.

The Hebei soldiers and the arriving Wei army instantly clashed.

Screams rose and fell, and streams of blood shot into the air.

To safeguard their vital food supply, the Wei army fought like desperate men, displaying astonishing fighting spirit and engaging in frenzied battles.

The soldiers in Hebei fought to the death in search of a glimmer of hope.

The two armies were evenly matched, and the battle quickly became a stalemate, with neither side gaining the upper hand for a time.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Zhang He appeared like a god of war descending to earth, his long sword flashing wildly. The Wei soldiers surging forward were like lambs to the slaughter before him, their lives mercilessly reaped.

On the other side, Yang Fu was also wielding his sword and killing wildly.

at last.

Amidst the bloodshed, their bloodshot eyes simultaneously swept towards each other.

"Zhang He, you traitor, I'll kill you—"

Yang Fu knew that his martial arts skills were inferior to Zhang He's, but he was blinded by rage and charged forward on his horse.

Zhang He, however, remained cold and expressionless, only saying in a chilling tone:
“Yang Fu, I spare your life because of your loyalty and our past as colleagues.”

"What a pity, you didn't know how to cherish it!"

"Since you are so ungrateful and eager to die, I will grant your wish!"

Having said that, he spurred his horse, and the man and his horse cut through the blood mist, charging straight toward Yang Fu.

The two riders moved like the wind, shooting towards each other in an instant.

"throat!"

Knives clashed, producing a deafening bang that pierced the eardrums.

Zhang He stood tall and imposing, his aura calm and serene.

Yang Fu felt his blood churning and his internal organs aching; the long sword in his hand was almost knocked away.

The winner was decided after one move.

How could Yang Fu possibly be a match for Zhang He?

Moreover, Zhang He clearly held back in this move, not using his full strength.

As the horses passed by, Zhang He pointed his sword at Yang Fu:
"Yang Fu, Zhang Ji has already been killed by me. I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't want to follow in Zhang Ji's footsteps, find your own way to survive immediately!"

Is this an ultimatum?
Yang Fu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he was burning with rage.

However, he knew that his martial arts skills were no match for Zhang He's, so he dared not fight him personally again.

"Kill him! Kill that traitor!"

Yang Fu turned his horse around and retreated, ordering his soldiers to rush towards Zhang He.

Zhang He snorted coldly, swung his sword forward, and began reaping heads once more.

The fighting between the two armies intensified, reaching a fever pitch. Both sides fought with a desperate ferocity, resulting in rivers of blood and countless corpses outside the national treasury.

Suddenly, a bugle call sounded.

On South Street, a group of people surged in like a tide.

Yang Fu was greatly encouraged.

He clearly thought it was reinforcements sent by Cao Cao who had finally arrived in time.

Although they arrived a little late, it was no longer realistic to extinguish the fire at the national treasury.

If we can quell Zhang He and the Hebei rebels, at least we can salvage some of the grain supplies, which would be a case of better late than never.

"Zhang He, His Majesty's reinforcements have arrived. You and your Hebei rebels are doomed!"

Yang Fu, his fighting spirit soaring, immediately burst into mocking laughter.

Zhang He frowned and quickly glanced sideways.

Upon seeing the soldiers' banners and flags clearly, he burst into laughter:
"Yang Fu, look carefully, is it Cao Cao's reinforcements or mine?"

Yang Fu abruptly stopped laughing and looked to the side.

That army was actually carrying a flag with the character "Han" on it!
"Han army has arrived?"

"Has the east gate fallen, and the main force of the Han army has broken in?"

Yang Fu felt as if he had encountered a ghost; his joy turned into horror.

Just as he was in shock, the "Han army" attacked from behind, like a dagger piercing the back of the Wei army.

The Wei army was attacked from both sides, and the situation reversed in an instant. They were slaughtered and routed, their morale collapsed, and they scattered like frightened birds.

The Han soldiers, however, did not wear Han armor; they wore all sorts of different clothes.

Clearly, they were not Han soldiers, but rather a group of temporarily organized private soldiers.

Yang Fu spotted several familiar faces among the Han army.

He finally woke up with a start.

These were high-ranking officials and nobles who had secretly surrendered to the Han Dynasty. Taking advantage of Zhang He's mutiny and burning of grain, they led their private armies in response, launching a rebellion.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

Startled awake, Yang Fu was filled with grief and indignation. He cursed loudly, his eyes filled with despair.

"If you're still stubborn and won't see the light, then don't blame me!"

Zhang He let out a cold snort, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

One man and one horse, dragging their swords, charged forward once more.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang He broke through the chaotic army, his long sword flashing with the force of thunder as he slashed wildly at Yang Fu.

Yang Fu suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly raised his knife to defend himself.

How could it withstand a single blow?
Amidst the splattering blood, Yang Fu had already been slashed three times.

Blood gushed out from his shoulder and arm.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and Yang Fu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground.

"Traitors, you disloyal and unjust scoundrels! Great Wei will not perish, it will never perish!"

Lying on the ground, severely injured, Yang Fu was still cursing through gritted teeth.

Zhang He rode forward, his imposing figure already enveloping him.

At this moment, the Wei army was attacked from both sides, their commander was killed and fell from his horse, their will collapsed and they fled at the first sign of trouble.

The war is over.

Zhang He's Hebei army, a private army that rebelled against Wei and surrendered to Han, thus met outside the national treasury.

"why?"

"The Emperor has been kind to you and has never treated you poorly, so why have you all betrayed your country and surrendered to the traitors?"

"You disloyal and unjust scoundrels, so disloyal and unjust!"

Lying on the ground, Yang Fu, with tears streaming down his face, angrily shouted and cursed at Zhang He and the others.

At this point, Zhang He was finally enraged.

I've given you chance after chance, but you've never been appreciative. Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish.

"Yang Fu, since you pride yourself on loyalty and righteousness and are willing to be buried with Cao Wei, then I will grant your wish!"

Zhang He snorted coldly and slashed down with his longsword.

The cursing and swearing stopped abruptly.

Yang Fu's head rolled to the ground. (End of Chapter)