A gust of cold wind blew, Cheng Tu's body couldn't help but tremble twice, and Wen Zhuang and Li Wu beside him also trembled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are a few yellow talismans in the cold wind, and there are also a lot of yellow talismans in the barren grass, Cheng Tu secretly wondered, could it be that these are the rituals of the Taiping Dao?

Bocai was able to gather more than 100,000 people, and in addition to using Taiping Dao as a link, his own organizational ability should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that Bocai also has limitations, such as the use of soldiers, he tends to seek stability!

Bocai didn't expect that Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, who were already turtles in the urn, would send dead soldiers to disturb the camp, so they naturally relaxed their vigilance outside the camp.

The dawn here is quiet!

Sun Jian made a scattered gesture to Cheng Tu, Wen Zhuang and Li Wu, as dead soldiers, they joined the rebel army with the belief of protecting their families and the country, and they had long put life and death aside.

Wen Zhuang and Li Wu successively took the twelve dead soldiers all the way along the hill, all the way into the jungle, and scattered to the Yellow Turban military camp to sneak away.

Cheng Tu knew that if he just cowered in this grass and waited until dawn, maybe his group would be able to survive, but then he would not be able to detect Bocai's deployment.

Then, this operation, which risked a huge amount of life, is undoubtedly a failure!

Although, no matter how reluctant he was to give up a moment of peace here, reason still told Cheng Tu that it was time to go.

Thinking of this, Cheng Tu took a deep breath, let's do it, be brave, I have to live no matter what, because there are still wives and children at home waiting for my return.

So, Cheng Tu cautiously poked out a foot, trying not to make too much noise, and the person behind him walked out gently according to the gourd scoop.

When he finally sneaked up on a pillar of incense, he could vaguely hear the shouting and shouting of the Yellow Turban soldiers from the opposite side.

Sun Jian made a quiet gesture to Cheng Tu and them, then pulled out the ring head knife and tiptoed towards the slope in front of him.

"Qian Wang, what are you thinking?"

At this moment, a rough voice pierced, and the donkey-faced man threw aside the halberd in his hand and reached for warmth by the campfire with both hands.

"Look at the moon in the sky—" The man named Qian Wang cracked his mouth and smiled softly.

"Homesick, right?" The donkey-faced man said without raising his head.

"No, there's no one at home." Speaking of this, Qian Wang's head hung down, as if he had a sad past.

"It's all harmed by these eunuchs who have lost their conscience, these beasts who are neither male nor female." The donkey-faced man shouted with a big grin, "When we attack Luoyang City, we must cut down all these dog offal." ”

"Well, that's what I thought." Qian Wang stared at the Changshe in the southwest, as if he could see Luoyang through the Changshe.

"Don't worry, under the wise leadership of Dafang, we will definitely be able to take Luoyang." The donkey-faced man said confidently.

"By the way, didn't you notice that Qu Shuai was frequently mobilizing people just now, is there any big action?" Qian Wang asked suddenly.

"I don't know, but there must be a way to build a long company." The donkey-faced man smiled, "In this way, we will soon be able to capture Huangfu Song alive." ”

When Sun Jian heard this, his face turned pale, and he was just about to rush over to chop melons and jujube soldiers inside, when a group of noisy footsteps came out not far away.

accompanied by a loud voice like gongs and drums: "Qian Wang, Ren Yi, it's time to change shifts." ”

Then, a yellow turban soldier held a torch in his hand, illuminating a middle-aged man with a rough face, who was Pei Yuanshao.

"Password—" Qian Wang and Ren Yi immediately straightened up, their faces solemn, and said in a deep voice.

"Capture Huangfu Song alive and capture Luoyang City." Pei Yuanshao replied without thinking.

"The Yellow Turban is mighty, and the Yellow Turban will win." Qian Wang, Ren Yi replied immediately.

Subsequently, Pei Yuanshao brought about twenty Yellow Turban soldiers to replace Qian Wang and Ren Yi.

Hearing the conversation between Qian Wang and Ren Yi, Cheng Tu was very anxious, it seems that Huangfu Song's guess is not wrong, Bo Cai does have a plan, the problem is, now that there are suddenly a lot of people, how can he break through this line of defense.

"Hey, the three of you go to the east, and the six of you go to the west." Pei Yuanshao finished assigning the task, and he took the rest and stood by in place.

War, in the primitive society where there is no food to eat, tribes and tribes began a life-and-death game.

Because desire, because of greed, is not satisfied with hunger, war is cruel, it makes human life humble like mustard, life and death are like two sides of a piece of paper.

You'll never know that in the midst of the darkness, murderous abounds, and if you're not careful, an arrow of Hades will shoot you down your throat with unmistakable accuracy.

However, the irony is that just now, a living person, talking and outlining a beautiful blueprint for life, suddenly turned into a corpse with residual warmth.

"Pei Qushuai, why did you suddenly strengthen your vigilance?"

Pei Yuanshao replied angrily: "How does Lao Tzu know, isn't there just a messenger coming, so you have to make such a fuss?" ”

Regarding the arrival of Dulong, although Pei Yuanshao is not disgusted, he will not be too happy, what does the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army have to do with the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army?

"It's a war, isn't it, there's reinforcements?" A Yellow Turban soldier interjected.

"Listen to my fellow countrymen, they intend to go to Luoyang to rob money and women!"

"Is that true?" Pei Yuanshao's eyes lit up: "He-damn, this is good, I like it." ”

Sun Jian listened to Pei Yuanshao's nonsense again, and knew that he couldn't find any valuable information.

Sun Jian nodded towards Cheng Tu and decided to go around, relying on the memory of wandering around the jungle before, he knew that there was a path in the jungle, which was originally a stream, but then it was diverted, and it was gradually abandoned.

Thinking of this, Cheng Tu waved his hand and led the people behind him to walk there.

After a stick of incense, Cheng Tu and Sun Jian could already see the Yellow Turban Barracks in a line not far away, and in the red firelight, a pair of Yellow Turban soldiers with halberds were patrolling.

At this moment, Cheng Tu heard a familiar voice: "I told you that I don't want to kill you, I just want to survive!" ”

"Woo-woo-"

Cheng Tu chuckled in his heart, this was Gong Cao Wenzhuang's voice.

"No, don't kill me—" Wen Zhuang shivered as he looked at the row of yellow turban soldiers in front of him.

The Yellow Turban soldier at the head looked younger than Li Dazhuang, and at this moment, he looked at him expressionlessly.

At this time, Qin Zhong and Yang Da walked around the Yellow Turban military camp, and finally came to this camp that was suspected of hoarding grain and grass.