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"My lord, this is the information sent desperately by the brothers lurking in Xianbei."

A bronze masked bad guy knelt on the ground, holding a small piece of paper in his hand, and handed it to the bad guy of Yanmen.

The bad general looked at the information on the note in his hand, his eyes flickered, and asked, "What about the brother who sent the information?" ”

The bad guy said, "I'm dead." ”

He didn't see it, but after the bad general heard it, his eyes flashed with light, and he asked, "In other words, among the bad people, only the two of us know about this matter now?" ”

The man was puzzled, but said, "That's right." ”

After hearing this, the bad general nodded and said, "Okay, you go down first, I already know about this matter, and I will report it to the bad handsome, and your credit is indispensable." ”

When the man heard this, he immediately thanked him, and then withdrew.

But he didn't see it, the moment he turned around, a short blade suddenly appeared in the hand of the bad general, the cold light was cold, and then he threw the short knife out with all his strength, shooting towards his back.

"Poof."

The man was completely defenseless, and was hit by the bad general, and the short blade sank directly into his back, revealing only the handle of the knife stuck outside his body.

"You...... You! ”

The man didn't expect his immediate boss to kill him, and turned around with difficulty, barely raising his hand to point at the bad general, with a look of disbelief.

The bad general drew his sword again, walked up quickly in his painful eyes, and slashed at his heart again, killing him completely.

Before he died, the man's eyes were still in disbelief, he had thought that he would die in the hands of others, but he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of his boss in the end.

The bad general looked at him, there was no trace of fluctuation in his eyes, as if to him, this person was just a chicken, which could be killed at will, ignoring his eyes, the bad general directly pulled out the long sword in his hand.

"Someone, carry his body out."

After the bad general killed him, he immediately said lightly to the door: "Come on, carry his body out." ”

Soon, two men, also dressed in bad clothes, came in through the door and carried the corpses on the ground out, looking at their proficiency, obviously, it was not the first time they had done it.

The body was carried out, and the pool of blood on the ground was quickly cleaned up, if it weren't for the faint smell of blood in the air, I really didn't think anything had happened.

The bad general spread his hands again, looking at the information in the palm of his hand, a wicked smile appeared on his face behind the mask, and a cold and cruel gaze flashed in his eyes, looking at the north, and sneered a few times.

Under Juyong Pass, a big battle has just ended, and the soldiers are cleaning up the battlefield, and this is already the third wave of attacks today.

It was already evening, and the night was about to fall, Zhang Zai arranged for the soldiers to defend, and returned to his residence, for some reason, he was always a little frightened for a while, as if something big was about to happen.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't find any loopholes in his arrangement, or other mistakes, so he forcibly suppressed this feeling and entered the house.

At night, Yuan Shao started his plan again.

Tonight, according to Zhang Zai's arrangement, the general of the night vigil is Zhao Yun, who has already had dinner early and lives in the gatehouse at the head of the city.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and after several days of fighting, the smell of blood in the air has always condensed in this area, and it has not drifted away for a long time.

Halfway through the hour, Yuan Shao's camp suddenly opened, and there were about tens of thousands of people, with their mouths and horses, carrying all kinds of siege equipment, quietly heading towards Juyong Pass.

When he came to Juyong Pass, Yuan Jun was still carried by several people carrying large gongs and drums, shouting loudly while knocking, and the defenders on the pass symbolically threw down a torch when they heard it, and when they saw that there was no one under the pass, they did not pay attention again.

The cycle repeated, almost every half hour, there would be a burst of gongs and drums, and at the end of the day, the guards at the gate, even the torches, would no longer use them, and as long as they did not hear movement below, they would no longer pay attention to the enemies who harassed them.

Finally, when it was close to dawn, when everyone's minds were at their most dizzy, a group of Yuan troops began to move, only to see them quietly approaching the pass, scattering to both sides of the wall, and then the soldiers in the rear continued to beat gongs and drums to distract the defenders.

Some of the night's shadows, and the sound of gongs and drums to cover up Yuan Jun's footsteps, although they felt that this time Yuan Jun's gongs and drums were longer and louder than before.

The defenders inside the pass did not feel the slightest abnormality outside the pass, reached out to cover their ears, leaned their backs against the wall battlements, buried their heads between their legs, and continued to doze.

However, the sound of Yuan Jun's gongs and drums alarmed Zhao Yun, and this time the sound was longer and louder than before, which made him have a bad premonition.

Zhao Yun directly picked up the helmet on the table, took his spear, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Zhao Yun went out and saw the defenders staggering on the wall, he didn't blame them, but took out a wooden stick from the brazier on the side, took a photo on the side of the city wall, found no human figure, and threw the wooden stick down casually.

"Smack."

A few soft sounds, which were extremely obvious in the dark night, and then suddenly there were countless shouts of killing from under the gate, which completely woke up the guards and soldiers.

While they were stunned, several Yuan soldiers had already climbed the wall.

"Enemy attack!"

Seeing the enemy, the defenders on the gate immediately lost their sleepiness, and in a panic picked up their weapons, preparing to fight the enemy to the death.

However, Yuan's army was extremely well prepared, and dozens of people had already climbed the wall for a while, and the number was still growing.

Seeing that his own battle was unfavorable, Zhao Yun shouted loudly and ordered the soldiers close to his side to get out of the way and go to deal with them in person.

None of these Yuan soldiers were Zhao Yun's enemies, and Zhao Yun shot them one by one, and quickly cleared the Yuan army on this side, and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to push them to the ladder, or use fire oil to burn the ladder.

However, on the other side, the Jin army has already gained a firm foothold in the city, hundreds of them have already attacked the city, and the Yuan army also seems to see the hope of breaking the pass, and they go forward one after another, desperately going to the pass.

At this moment, the soldiers in charge of guarding the city of Tang were late, and with one blow, they drove the Jin army out of the pass and kept the pass from being lost.

The Jin army, which was unable to move any further, ended up leaving hundreds of corpses, but failed to expand the results of the battle, opened the gate, and a sudden battle ended like this.

Early in the morning, counting the casualties, in an encounter last night, they lost more than 300 people and killed more than 500 Jin troops who came to attack the city.