Qin Zhong nodded, naturally he knew what Yang Da meant, he was showing his attitude, fortunately, although the Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army under those Bo Cai's account was powerful, it was only compared to those ordinary Yellow Turban believers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Da in front of him is another Sima of the Han Army, and he is a person from Bingzhou, and he is a fellow villager with Lu Bu, so his martial arts are naturally extraordinary.

At that moment, Qin Zhong ordered the man to bury the pot to cook, cook the pig and roast the mutton, he selected 50 dead soldiers from the Xiandeng camp, each of them was given pork and mutton and a stall of glutinous rice wine, and after eating, he rested for a while, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

The field of vision, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, the cold wind was slow, and Yang Da rushed to the Yellow Turban Barracks with 50 dead soldiers.

After the time of the two incense sticks, Qin Zhong took the remaining rebels, pinned the horses, and tiptoed to follow, only waiting for the fire to reach the sky, leading thousands of troops and horses to kill it.

Suddenly, some of the Yellow Turban soldiers were gone, and the camp was empty and a little lonely!

Under the orders of the oracle, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Elite Army patrolled the perimeter of the main tent, and on the periphery, a few commanders and soldiers patrolled every hour.

At the east gate of the camp, the two Yellow Turban soldiers threw aside the halberds in their hands and roasted them around the bonfire.

"Hey, I said brother, is this something?"

"Hey, forget it, who is Bocai, who is the messenger of God, and what does it matter to us?"

Another dark-skinned man instantly stopped his companion's words, there were some things that they could not discuss, besides, it was none of their business in the first place.

In addition to the promise of the oracle, attack the city of Changshe and allow them to loot at will, on a first-come, first-served basis!

In the face of such wealth, these Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army were naturally excited, and they were all waiting to attack Changshe City.

Yang Da walked over with a solemn expression, followed by four soldiers, swaggering.

"Who, who are you?"

Finally, a man raised his head, looked at Yang Da and them in front of him with a hesitant expression, and asked puzzledly.

"We are—"

Yang Da walked over quickly, and the soldiers behind him rushed up and strangled the necks of the two yellow turban soldiers in front of him.

Then, the soldiers quickly dragged the Yellow Turban bandits to the bushes on the side, and the dead soldiers behind them immediately rushed to the camp according to the original plan.

In an instant, several fire points appeared in the Yellow Turban camp, and at this time, the Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army scattered around realized that something was wrong, and immediately shouted to the surrounding companions to come and put out the fire quickly.

This time it was an organized fire, and after a cup of tea, the 50 dead men set fire to all the tents they saw.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

A big-faced Qu Shuai pulled out the ring knife in his hand, looked at the man who had just flashed, and said sharply: "Rush over for me." ”

Before the words of the big cake face fell, Yang Da mixed in the crowd and shouted at the top of his voice: "Oh no, no, the officials and soldiers have come over." ”

After seeing the skyrocketing firelight, Qin Zhong quickly removed the cotton cloth from the horse's hooves, and galloped forward with his legs.

"Sigh the law, sigh the law!"

Qin Zhong rushed to the Yellow Turban camp with a hundred and ten cavalry, and the armored rebels behind him also held the halberd, pulled out the ring head knife and rushed towards the camp.

"It's cavalry!"

"Han Army, Han Army is coming!"

。。。

Qin Zhong took the lead, and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in his hand swept over, and suddenly, the sharp blade split the two Yellow Turban bandits in front of him in two.

The god made him fall asleep in a daze at this time, and suddenly there was a lot of people outside, wailing all over the field, he rubbed his eyes, and looked outside with some doubts, what is the situation?

The two Yellow Turban soldiers lifted the curtain and said breathlessly: "No, it's not good, the divine envoy, the Han army is coming." ”

"Ahh

The divine envoy's face was stunned, he touched his chin, what's the matter, why did the Han army suddenly fall from the sky?

"How many people have come, the sentry, what about the sentry in Changshe City?"

The divine envoy also panicked at this time, the Han army attacked, did he still have any hope of survival?

"No, I don't know, there are many people, all over the mountains, there are Han soldiers everywhere, and there are cavalry."

The man on the left said with a trembling voice.

"Ahh

The divine envoy finally couldn't sit still, and stood up suddenly, the cavalry, it turned out to be the cavalry, could it be that there are still reinforcements?

"Hey, by the way, military advisor, go find the military advisor Wang Liu, and let him give advice!"

At the critical moment, the divine envoy felt that only Wang Liu could be relied on, but Pei Yuanshao rushed in the tent, his face was pale, and he said with an anxious face: "Divine envoy, it's not good, Wang Liu ran away." ”

"Ahh

When the divine envoy heard this, his eyes suddenly lost focus and he ran away, and Wang Liu slipped away at the critical moment.

"Oracle, oracle—"

Seeing that the divine envoy fainted, Pei Yuanshao and the others also panicked, at this time, the group of yellow turban soldiers were completely panicked and had no command, and at the same time, the sound of horses' hooves and the shouts of soldiers were heard in all directions.

"No, no, brothers, withdraw!"

In the panic, the entire Yellow Turban Battalion was like a boiling cauldron, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were like dumplings in the pot, scurrying inside.

When the rebel army behind Qin Zhong pressed the border, the halberd in their hands rushed forward at a 45-degree angle, and many soldiers of the Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army were pierced by the halberd, like a string.

The fire in the camp burned the sky red, reflecting the faces of the frightened and terrified Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army, who had long been flustered and dispossessed in the face of the orderly pace of the rebel soldiers.

Does the Yellow Sky God really exist?

Can the Yellow Sky God protect himself?

This is the doubt in the heart of every Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army, isn't it that the sky is dead, why is it suddenly surrounded by a group of heavenly soldiers and generals?

The vision of the Bocai military camp naturally attracted the attention of the defenders of Changshe, and today it happened to be Sun Jian's rotation at the city gate, and he was keenly aware of the abnormal movement of the Yellow Turban camp. Could it be that there is nothing but infighting?

"My lord, look, the camp is burning." One of the battle-hardened veterans saluted with his hands in fists.

"Well, it seems that there is chaos within Bocai."

Sun Jian touched his chin and felt the need to go out to have a look, and at that moment, he immediately ordered someone to tell General Huangfu Song about the movement of the Bocai Tent, and at the same time ordered the Huai and Si Jing soldiers he had recruited to prepare for battle.

After Huangfu Song got the news, he naturally rushed over non-stop, and Zhu Jun naturally followed, seeing the fire in the sky in Bocai's tent, and frowned almost at the same time.

Could this be a trap?