Outside the city, the Han army camp, and a few days of strong attack, Huangfu Song looked at the dead and wounded Han soldiers, his heart was dripping blood, he couldn't attack for a long time now, and if he continued to attack, it would only add casualties, not to mention that the besieging side suffered a loss, although the Han army was elite, but it couldn't stand the Yellow Turbans, and it was not a way to die like this.

Looking at Guangzong, who was like a turtle shell, Huangfu Song had a headache, and the generals on the side scolded and said:

"Zhang Liang, a turtle with a shrunken head, has a kind of going out of the city, fighting a battle in a dignified manner, what is the matter of shrinking in the city like a king."

Huangfu Song heard the complaints of the generals on the side, thoughtfully, shrinking the head of the turtle, since the turtle shell can't bite off, then why not wait for the turtle to expose its head, the tighter he pushes, the tighter this old turtle shrinks, and vice versa, if he takes a step back, can the old Wang Ba still shrink?

Huang Fu Song, who had figured it out, laughed loudly, laughing so inexplicably that the more Huang Fu Song laughed, the more he laughed, the more he was in a good mood, and ordered:

"Mingjin, collect the troops."

Then he turned his horse and walked back.

Although many generals opposed the evacuation, especially the prison troops sent by the imperial court, they were under house arrest under the compulsory order of Huangfu Song, and the Han army had to obey the order to evacuate. That night, the Han army quietly withdrew, leaving only an empty camp, and the people went to the empty building.

The next day, the yellow scarves on the city wall were waiting for the attack of the Han army, but the time to attack the city in the past had come, but there was no movement in the camp tent of the Han army outside the city, and there was a dead silence, and the yellow scarves on the city wall looked at each other, thinking what kind of festival is today, and the Han army will not attack the city, so take a day off?

The news is not ready to be reported, Zhang Liang is also standing on the city wall at the moment, waiting for the battle, but in the face of the strange situation at this moment, Zhang Liang didn't know what to do for a while, because the Han army has been attacking the city for more than a month, and it has almost become a habit.

After waiting for another hour, Zhang Liang saw that there was still no movement in the Han army's camp, so Zhang Niujiao sent several teams of spies to find out what the Han army's routine was. The result was very gratifying, the Han army withdrew, Zhang Liang was smashed by this piece of cake that fell from the sky, and hurriedly sent a few teams of men and horses, and then probe, the return was still that the Han army withdrew.

Zhang Liang took two deep breaths, slowed down, looked at the unknown generals and soldiers around him, and Zhang Liang shouted loudly:

"The Han army has withdrawn, the Han army has withdrawn!!"

In an instant, the entire city wall was boiling, and the Yellow Turbans were discussing and hesitating, but as Zhang Liang's roar with joy came again, the Yellow Turban soldiers also cheered, and for a while, the sky was full of turbans, clothes and other things, and someone almost threw two knives.

Zhang Liang and Zhang Niujiao glanced at each other, smiled, and hugged each other fiercely, as if they wanted to release all the grievances of the past month. There are many excited shouts scattered on the city wall, and there are some cries for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but in the end, they all converge into one sentence, the general of the people is mighty, and the roar of 10,000 people shook the sky, Zhang Liang put his hands on the battlements, quietly enjoying the cheers of 10,000 people.

Waiting for the spies to report, knowing that the Han army had retreated to twenty miles away, and was still retreating, Zhang Liang couldn't help laughing, it seems that the Han army has really withdrawn, more than a month, the tense nerves can finally relax, Zhang Liang now just wants to sleep well.

Unlike Zhang Liang's relievedness, Zhang Niujiao always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, and according to the spies, the Han army did withdraw to twenty miles away, and his own spies did not eat rice, several teams of spies were monitoring the movements of the Han army at all times, Zhang Niujiao shook his head, hoping that he was too worried.

The Han army withdrew, and the yellow turbans cheered on the city wall, was it over? Of course not, there is also a huge celebration banquet, Zhang Liang also knew in his heart that it was too early to celebrate at this moment, but he could not suppress the excitement in his heart, and with the instigation of his generals, he agreed.

The news of the retreat of the Han army soon reached the ears of every family in the city, and Jiang Hong, who was in the wounded barracks, was no exception, but Jiang Hong really wanted to scold the director of this play, if he didn't follow the script, forget it, why did he even change the script, can you give us a little way to live, how can the yellow scarf that should be destroyed feel like it can jump for a long time, could it be that he has learned history in vain?

"Li Bai, Li Bai." Jiang Hong could hear Zhang Ning's excited voice from afar, yes, the little ancestor is here again.

"Li Bai, Li Bai." Zhang Ning stopped in front of Jiang Hong, supported his knees with his hands, kept panting, and slowed down for a while, before he said excitedly, "The Han army outside the city has withdrawn!" ”

"Well, I know, everyone knows it." Jiang Hong replied listlessly.

"Huh? Why do you look weak? Zhang Ning was very puzzled.

"This... Well... The thought of being tortured by you for a long time, the sadness in my heart is like a surging river, endless, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, it is uncontrollable. Yes!! ”

Before the words fell, Zhang Ning aimed at Jiang Hong's calf and kicked it fiercely.

"It's your blessing to be able to stay with this holy woman, and many people can't stay if they want to."

Jiang Hong stumbled twice, rubbed his calves, and complained,

"Girls are so violent, be careful that you can't marry in the future, and in the end no one wants them, and you will die alone."

"I want you to take care of it!!" When Zhang Ning heard this, he was like a fried kitten, and he was facing Jiang Hong with another set of powder fists.

It wasn't until Jiang Hong begged for mercy again and again that Zhang Ning took his hand with satisfaction, sniffed, as if remembering something, and asked again:

"By the way, what about the gift you told me the other day? You won't forget, will you? Did you bring it? ”

"The belt is brought, and you are not satisfied with the Holy Maiden!" Jiang Hong said helplessly.

"What the hell is it, take it out and see it first." Zhang Ning looked curious.

After seeing Jiang Hong's so-called gift, Zhang Ning looked disgusted.

"What's this? You're too embarrassed to show your hand. ”

"This, no way, this is indeed the most precious thing in the lower body." Jiang Hong defended, "I was in exile and had no money on my body, so I couldn't buy gifts for the Holy Maiden, so I had to take out the most precious things on my body and give them to the Holy Maiden." ”

"Don't look at it as just a small knife that doesn't look good." What Jiang Hong was holding in his hand was the knife he asked Tang Qi for in prison, "It's the only thing my father left me, not long ago, it also saved my life, for me, this worthless knife is the most precious thing, so, do you want it or not?" ”

Zhang Ning snatched it over, took a closer look, and then looked at Jiang Hong with a suspicious expression, but seeing that he looked sincere, he accepted the letter suspiciously.

"Yes, why not?"

Shhhhh

"Now, here's for you." Zhang Ning hesitated for a long time, and handed something to Jiang Hong with red ears.

"What is this?" Jiang Hong's face was puzzled, and he forgave this dirt bun for not seeing a sachet.

Jiang Hong sniffed it before getting it to his nose, um~, it's very good, a fragrant smell, along the sachet, Jiang Hong saw Zhang Ning with red ears, thought about it slightly, as if he understood something, and then asked jokingly:

"This... You can't make something yourself, right? ”

The quiet kitten whose hair had been smoothed out exploded again, Zhang Ning retorted loudly with a red face:

"No, this ... It's me.. Well... I took it from my subordinates, yes, I took it from my subordinates. Zhang Ning defended, "If you don't like it, give it back to me." ”

As he spoke, he was about to snatch the sachet from Jiang Hong's hand.

"Yes, the Holy Maiden made it for me with her own hands, how can I not want it?"

"I said I didn't do it!!!!"

Qi Gong in the distance looked at the two people who kept fighting, and couldn't help but have a smile on his face, he had never seen her so happy and happy in the days he stayed in Miss, although he couldn't stop denying it, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was very close to this kid named Li Bai.

It's just that this Li Bai's background still needs to be investigated, even if the Han army retreats, the Yellow Turban is still the enemy of the world, don't be careless, wait for this battle, and then start investigating, Qi Gong secretly planned in his heart.

The two played for a while, and under Qi Gong's reminder, Zhang Ning remembered that he still needed to be a saint to attend the celebration banquet in the evening, but he couldn't delay here for too long, so he said goodbye to Jiang Hong and left.

"Brother Li." Tang Qi saw Zhang Ning leaving, and walked towards Jiang Hong worriedly.

"Why do you put on a sad face."

"Brother Li, is it really good that you deceive the saint of the Yellow Turban like this?"

"What's wrong, she can't find out if what I said is true or false, it's not in the way." Jiang Hongman didn't care.

"Moreover, Brother Li, I see that this holy woman is very close to you."

Jiang Hong smiled, turned around and packed his things.

"Me and that little girl, not all the way, you also know this, life is short, and the most comfortable and happy thing is not the high power, not the rich and rival country, not the delicacies of the mountains and seas, nor the Qin Mansion of the Chu Pavilion, but the old, sitting under the old tree, a bowl of tea, quietly reminiscing about those fragments worth remembering."

Tang Qi seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but saw Jiang Hong beckoning to him.

"Gone."

"Oh, by the way, I heard the old man at home say that just now, I still have a lot of time to enjoy, so I won't sit under the tree in a daze."