Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 225 Zhang Yi: Huangfu Song, I curse your mother!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Li Wenhou and the Qiang soldiers didn't even have time to react before they watched helplessly as Xu Huang captured Beigong Boyu alive with lightning speed. Even Zhang Yi, who was closest to Beigong Boyu, was frozen in place, unable to react.

A moment later, the scene froze. The Qiang soldiers, including Li Wenhou, were dumbfounded and unable to comprehend the dramatic change that had just occurred.

It was Xu Huang's squad leader who reacted quickly. Seeing Zhang Yi still standing there dumbfounded outside the formation, he grabbed Zhang Yi by the back of his collar and pulled him back into the formation.

"Xu Gongming, you did a great job!" Zhang Yi snapped out of his daze, his joy overflowing.

He was not happy because of the merit of capturing Beigong Boyu alive, but because his life was saved!

As the Grand Herald, he was naturally aware of Huangfu Song's plan to use the peace talks to buy time and deplete the rebel army's food supplies and morale.

But he really didn't know that this scoundrel Huangfu Song would launch an attack during his peace talks. This scoundrel probably didn't mean that he was planning to kill him as well because he had previously proposed abandoning Liangzhou!
You scoundrel, you actually used your position to settle personal scores!

However, now that Xu Huang has captured Beigong Boyu, and the Qiang people surrounding them are all from the Beigong tribe, their lives are now secure.

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and said, "When I return to the capital, I will definitely impeach this scoundrel!"

"Grand Herald!" Xu Huang shouted, taking the halberd handed to him by the squad leader. He looked at the Qiang soldiers around him with a solemn expression, his hand gripping the halberd handle tightening involuntarily. He could feel the thin layer of sweat seeping from his palm as his tiger's mouth brushed against the cold halberd shaft. He said, "Let's talk about it when we can get back alive."

Although he had not anticipated the current situation, he had noticed some clues when he received the military order to protect Zhang Yi.

It was clearly the Qiang people who were eager for peace talks, so why didn't they wait for Han Sui and Juqu Xianwu to return to Yuzhong as originally planned?

Since the Han army had the upper hand, why go to the rebel army's camp to negotiate?
Shouldn't the rebels send an envoy with authority to their Han army camp to discuss peace talks?

As for Zhang Yi's belief that everything was safe at this moment?

Zhang Yi thought that with Beigong Boyu as a hostage, he could rest easy, but Xu Huang didn't think so. These Qiang people might not care about Beigong Boyu's life or death.

After handing Beigong Boyu over to another team leader to bind and restrain him, Xu Huang watched Li Wenhou warily.

A slight chill crept onto Li Wenhou's lips. Despite his icy expression, the flame of ambition burning fiercely within him was raging.

Li Wenhou suddenly took half a step forward, licked his dry lips, and shouted, "He killed Lord Beigong, avenging Lord Beigong!"

Xu Huang glanced at Bei Gong Boyu, whose chest was still rising and falling but who had been knocked unconscious by him, and did not intend to argue with Li Wenhou about whether Bei Gong Boyu was alive or dead.

Some Qiang soldiers were provoked by Li Wenhou's words and looked at Xu Huang and Zhang Yi with their weapons in hand, but most Qiang soldiers had no intention of avenging Beigong Boyu.

What a joke! Does a dead man deserve their lives for revenge?
The Han army has already broken in; why seek revenge now?

Let's talk about it as long as we can survive!

Seeing that most of the Qiang soldiers had no intention of avenging Beigong Boyu, Li Wenhou narrowed his eyes and said in a loud voice, "Capture that big man's Grand Herald, take him hostage, and we can safely return home!"

It must be said that Li Wenhou reacted quickly, offering a temptation that none of the Qiang soldiers could resist—to live!

Yes, they have already begun to collapse. If they are chased by the Han army, how many people here can safely escape back to their hometowns?
Even if they escaped the Han army's iron hooves, they had no food to support their return home, not to mention that being alone, they would only be prey for the Han people. Immediately, these Qiang soldiers all turned their gazes to Zhang Yi, licking their lips, their eyes bloodshot as if staring at prey, clearly tempted by Li Wenhou's proposal.

Zhang Yi took a half step back, his back bumping against a leather iron shield. He naturally understood Li Wenhou's intentions and quickly shouted, "I can swear by the Tao River that as long as you don't lay a hand on us, I will guarantee your safety and treat all of you as guests!"

Many people wavered for a moment. They could obtain peace and the treatment of guests without fighting. The choice was self-evident.

"Fire arrows!"

Before the Qiang soldiers could hesitate any longer, Xu Huang ordered his soldiers to fire arrows at the surrounding Qiang soldiers without hesitation.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the Qiang soldiers cursed Zhang Yi as a treacherous villain, while Zhang Yi glared at Xu Huang, seemingly wanting to question him about why he had suddenly attacked the Qiang soldiers.

"My great Herald, you just cooperated with General Zuo to 'deceive' them and even 'captured and killed' their Lord Beigong. Do you think anyone will believe your promise?"

Xu Huang was too lazy to pay any attention to Zhang Yi. He drew his bow and shot an arrow at Li Wenhou, but the arrow missed and was easily dodged by Li Wenhou.

Zhang Yi was immediately speechless at Xu Huang's words, and his face flushed red.

But he wasn't angry at Xu Huang for his words; he knew perfectly well who was doing it for his own good and who was trying to harm him.

Immediately, Zhang Yi snatched an eight-dou bow from a squad leader. Although he was over fifty years old, his hand trembled uncontrollably as he drew the bow due to the sudden turn of events, but he stubbornly pulled the bowstring.

Among the six arts of a gentleman, archery is one of them!

Back in his days at the Imperial Academy, he was a well-rounded student!
He wouldn't dare call himself a sharpshooter, but he could hit a stationary target seven or eight times out of ten!

call out!
When the first arrow was fired, Zhang Yi's shoulder jerked back as if he had been struck by the bowstring.

But soon, his movements became fluid, as if he had regained the archery feel of his youth, his arms mechanically repeating the actions of taking the arrow, nocking the string, and drawing the bow.

call out!call out!call out!
Zhang Yi's archery speed was very fast; almost as soon as he fired an arrow, he would immediately take another arrow from the sergeant's quiver and nock it on the bowstring.

The dense crowd meant that Zhang Yi didn't need to aim very precisely; a casual glance was enough to hit a Qiang soldier.

Seven Qiang soldiers were killed by his arrows in succession, and this amazing performance made Xu Huang look at him with new respect.

However, Xu Huang had no time to pay attention to Zhang Yi's archery skills. He was just glad that Zhang Yi had the ability to protect himself, so that he wouldn't have to be too distracted by taking care of him.

Xu Huang watched as the Qiang soldiers charged forward with shouts. His halberd flashed like a cold moon, easily piercing the leather on the chests of three Qiang soldiers. With his left hand, he used a shield to parry a curved sword that was close by and slashing at him. Then, he swept his halberd horizontally, smashing several Qiang soldiers down with the halberd shaft.

Suddenly, a Qiang soldier with a spear thrust at Xu Huang from the right rear. Xu Huang was about to turn around when he heard a whooshing sound behind him and caught a glimpse of a cold glint. He instinctively turned to the side and saw an arrow fly past his black armor, accurately piercing the attacker's throat.

Xu Huang glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of Zhang Yi's face, which was no longer refined but rather ferocious. Before he could even thank him, he saw Zhang Yi holding a longbow and shooting arrow after arrow like a madman.

Zhang Yi's temples were soaked with sweat, and strands of hair clung to his flushed face as he roared in an exceptionally loud voice, "Huangfu Song, I'll f*** your mother!"

(End of this chapter)