Riding and cutting the imperial pirates of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 217 Cao Bao
Pengcheng State, Ruolu Prison.

Under Zhang Zhao's cold gaze, the many changes that have taken place here today have not been missed.

The former prison officer has changed to a young man, and many new faces have appeared among the prison guards. Most importantly, even the "residents" have basically changed a large number.

Just at the dawn of today, he witnessed a large number of felons who had been detained for many days without being dealt with, but were pulled out in groups one after another.

These changes also fell into the eyes of other prisoners, but they thought that the officials in Pengcheng were finally going to deal with them.

Under the shadow of death, many crazy prisoners immediately tossed vigorously.

Some yelled, some shouted loudly, and some shook the fence vigorously.For a while, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly, until they were beaten one by one by the prison guards, and these prisoners regained their integrity.

Among the prisoners in Ruolu Prison at this moment, Zhang Zhao is probably the only one who is sensible.

Is this a vacant position?

Soon after, Zhang Zhao's conjecture was verified.

At noon, Muzha saw countless new faces emerge together with other prisoners.

Some of them are familiar, that is, they have dealt with each other, and they are even considered familiar with each other.

Even strangers, who are so unfamiliar that they don't know their names and backgrounds, but they have basically had a one-sided relationship.

But no matter what kind of people they are, Zhang Zhao can be sure that these people are all officials, officials of Pengcheng Kingdom.

Although there are high and low official positions, there is no doubt that these people are the former rulers of Pengcheng Kingdom.

They are in charge of taxes, people's livelihood, prisons, money and food, etc.

These former feather fans, scarves, and high-ranking people in high-glorious clothes are now all in a mess, and they have become prisoners of the ranks.
It seems
Yuan Gong's army has completely controlled Pengcheng.

Thinking of this verse, Zhang Zhao was so determined that he couldn't help but stroking his beard and smiling complacently.

He looked at the poop carefully again, and found another point.

Basically, they are all civil servants, Confucian officials, but there is no military general, so I can't help but think about it.

"Master, please spare me! I am willing to surrender and serve as a dog and horse for General Wang!"

"If you want to kill, kill, I will never surrender to a thief!"

From the time these people entered the prison, the screams have been heard endlessly, and now they resound even more in the corridors of the prison, showing the various states of the world.

Those who remained silent were always a minority, and most of them were either begging for life or cursing non-stop.

But these shouts made Zhang Zhao, who was originally calm and clear, frowned slightly.

Perhaps to be more accurate, it was a harsh word in the shout.

Vote. Thief?
absurd!

Yuan Gong was born in the Yuan family in Runan, with a prominent status, and now he is conferred the title of General Zuo by the emperor, and personally named Yangdihou!

Even if you were against him before, you can't talk nonsense and use this derogatory name!

While shaking his head, Zhang Zhao collected himself, straightened his clothes, picked up a bronze mirror to look at himself in the mirror, and examined his own demeanor.

Well, there are still visitors.

Staring at the middle-aged people in the territory, still radiant and well-dressed, as if they had never been affected by this purgatory on earth, Zhang Zhao nodded in satisfaction.

Looking around again, staring at those losers, the pride in his heart was already beyond words.

If not as expected.
The contribution I made to take down Xiongguan, an important town like Pengcheng, for Duke Yuan is not insignificant, right?
It is very likely that the general will come to welcome him out of prison in person.

This general will be able to lead an army alone to raid Pengcheng. Obviously, he is taking a heavy responsibility for Yuan Gongwei, and he must be his confidant, but he must first make a good impression and cultivate friendship.

After all, in the future, he and I will be ministers in the same temple.

While Zhang Zhao was dreaming, there was another commotion in the prison that had just returned to peace.

The iron gate was opened again, and a middle-aged man with a rugged appearance was escorted in by two jailers with fresh faces.

Probably the cells in front were full, and walking all the way in, they found an empty cell opposite Zhang Zhao.

"Cao Bao?"

When he saw that face, Zhang Zhao suddenly gasped in surprise.

shouldn't
Why is this person still alive?

Zhang Zhao was full of doubts when something unexpected happened.

None of the previous prisoners was a military officer, and he could see that the general under Yuan Gong's command wanted to thoroughly clean up all the hidden dangers in Pengcheng, which was also reasonable.

After all, the capital of Pengcheng has been conquered, and the whole territory of Pengcheng, even Langya and Donghai, must be taken as the starting point for the attack.

There shouldn't be any hidden dangers left in such an important place.

But why were all the others beheaded, leaving behind Cao Bao, a county captain?

And
This guy is Lu Fengxian's father-in-law.

Zhang Zhao has heard of the old grievances between Lu Bu and Yuan Gong.

In the third year of Chuping (192), Lu Bu first defected to Yuan Shu, then fled, crossed Hanoi, and not long after staying in Zhang Yang, he defected to Yuan Shao.

From Zhang Zhao's point of view, the act of surrendering and leaving again, the lord he had chosen, the current Yangzhou Mu Yuan Shu could not hold grudges.

And his confidants, there is no reason why they don't know.

Full of doubts, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but ask:
"Duke Cao, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Cao Bao glanced at him coldly, but said nothing.

"You prisoner, you are a thief, how dare you speak loudly?" On the contrary, the jailer who was escorting him scolded him, "Stop talking!"

This.
Is this scolding me?

Since Zhang Zhao became famous at a young age, it was the first time that Zhang Zhao had been scolded so harshly by a recruiter, and it was still in his hometown of Pengcheng, and he was actually a mere jailer.

This made him unable to react for a moment, and pointed at the jailer with his mouth open, his face full of disbelief.

It took a long while before I came back to my senses: "How dare you insult me ​​with words?"

It was in this prison before, when those jailers met him, which one was not polite, respectful, and called Mr.
"Humiliate you?" The jailer rolled his eyes strangely, and raised his fist: "If you dare to say more, Naigong will reward you with a fist!"

"You!" Zhang Zhao's face turned red with anger, and he was about to scream when he suddenly came to his senses.

I am also confused.

The jailer's accent is obviously not from Pengcheng or even from Xuzhou!
This must be Yuan Gong's pawn, so I don't know who Zhang Zibu is in front of him.

And these lowly soldiers don't know that their army can successfully become the master of Pengcheng, and it depends on their own help.

Forget it, why should I have the same knowledge as ordinary people!
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao said no more, just stared at the two jailers as they locked Cao Bao into the cell, and then walked away.

When he was about to walk out of the corridor, the jailer turned his head back and pointed at Zhang Zhao with a half-smile, as if threatening him to be more careful.

Ah!
Zhang Zhao was finally completely angered by this fellow, although he didn't explode immediately, he secretly remembered the jailer in his heart.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Soon, with a heavy buzzing sound, the iron gate of Ruolu prison was closed again, and the corridor and cell fell into silence again.

After a while, Zhang Zhao tapped lightly on the wooden fence.

Amidst the sound of thumping, he called softly: "Mr. Cao? Mr. Cao?"

"Captain Cao?"

Even after calling several times, nothing was heard, and the neighbors seemed to have fallen into a dead silence.

Zhang Zhao sighed, looked around, then bent over and picked up a clay pot, and then threw it over with all his might.

The cold water poured out, turning into a chill all over the sky, and immediately there was a shivering sound amidst the splashing sound.

Immediately, a rough voice full of anger yelled: "Zhang Zibu, what are you doing as an upright Confucian!"

Although it was already the middle of spring, the weather wasn't too cold, but the prison was humid and cold, and the cold water hit the face and body, which made it uncomfortable.

"Lieutenant Cao, I called you for a long time and there was no response, so I came up with this bad plan."

Seeing that the other party was angry, Zhang Zhao had no intention, and just said something lightly.

Even when this guy held five thousand soldiers from Pengcheng and was the highest military officer in the country, Zhang Zhao was not afraid of him, let alone now that the other party is a prisoner.

What's more, he joined the winner's side early?
However, this trial also brought out some things.

For example, Cao Bao probably still doesn't know that Pengcheng fell so quickly, and he also had his own contribution.

That being the case, it is a good time to cross-examine one or two questions.

(End of this chapter)