PS: Yesterday, the second sister-in-law gave birth to a child, and she was the daughter-in-law and her second sister, so the big guy understands. Well, it's a boy, five pounds and nine taels, lighter than our son, hehe.

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When everyone was focusing on Zhang Huang, in fact, Zhang Huang himself was also anxious.

He never thought that even his generals did not guess that he would come with men and horses to attack the camp of the Northern Army at night, but the hostile Lu Zhi and others could guess it, and set up an ambush to lure him into the bait.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban soldiers on the periphery were either killed by the infantry of the Northern Army's infantry battalion, or shot by the Northern Army's Shooting Battalion, Zhang Huang's head was slightly sweating.

It is true that he Zhang Huang, who has mastered the art of heavenly escape, naturally cannot die here, even if things really evolve to the point of irretrievability, he can also escape with the supreme method of "heavenly escape", the problem is that Guo Tai, Han Xian, Yang Feng and other Yellow Turban generals and soldiers, who do not have the opportunity to learn the art of heavenly escape like Zhang Huang, if they go on like this, there is a chance that they will be completely annihilated by the northern army here.

Don't look at just 400 people, you must know that these 400 people concentrate the elite and backbone of the Yellow Turban in Pingxiang, Jizhou, under Zhang Huang's command, it is no exaggeration to say that if these 400 people really die here, then there is no need for Zhang Huang to fight in the next battle, because he has no available generals under his hands, and he will be even more embarrassed than the previous Julu Taishou Guo Dian when he fights against the Northern Army in the future.

Unless Zhang Niujiao of Bingzhou and Zhang Bao of Anping of Jizhou came to support in time.

But unfortunately, no matter who those two are, it doesn't seem like they will take the initiative to help Zhang Huang. Moreover, even if you take a step back and say that Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Bao are willing to bring people to help, I am afraid that Zhang Huang's side will not be able to receive reinforcements when the time comes.

[What to do?] What to do? What to do?! ]

Zhang Huang's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to find a way for him and his generals to break through in this ambush like an ambush on all sides, but unfortunately, the northern soldiers here were too dense. It is so dense that it is everywhere you look, even if it is not an exaggeration to call it a sea of people.

In this case, let alone him Zhang Huang, even if Sun Jian is there in person, I am afraid that he will not be able to lead the deployment of his subordinates to rush out.

[Is that the end of it?] ]

The cold sweat at the door of Zhang Huang's head flowed more and more.

"Little Heavenly Master......" Guo Tai and the others seemed to see the frustration and uneasiness in Zhang Huang's heart, and their expressions were inevitably affected.

Probably they've already guessed something.

"......" looked at the eyes that were originally full of hope but were gradually becoming dim, and Zhang Huang opened his mouth wordlessly. At this time, there seemed to be a voice in his heart warning him, warning him not to go on like this, otherwise, otherwise he would have managed to pull up the team. It's going to collapse here.

"Little Heavenly Master......" Guo Tai glanced at Zhang Huang deeply, and immediately, he took a deep breath, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

[Even so, let the little Heavenly Master leave this place safe and sound......]

Thinking of this, Guo Tai, Han Xian, and Yang Feng glanced at each other, and exchanged glances with tacit understanding.

"Little Heavenly Master......" Guo Tai turned his head to look at Zhang Huang, and just as he was about to say what he thought in his heart, he saw Zhang Huang suddenly laughing.

"Hahaha. Hahahaha——! ”

"Little ...... Celestial Master? The Yellow Turban soldiers nearby looked at Zhang Huang in amazement, wondering if this little Heavenly Master had suffered from madness because of a desperate situation.

At this moment, he saw Zhang Huang glancing at the nearby subordinates with a smile on his face, and laughed in a relaxed tone. "Why do you look like you're crying? It's like we have no hope of survival......"

"Little ...... What the little heavenly master said is. Yang Feng struggled to squeeze out a few far-fetched smiles, but after glancing around, those few smiles suddenly turned into a bitter smile. It's just the current situation...... I can't see where to live......"

His words inevitably made the hearts of the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers gloomy.

Oh, yes. Facing the Northern soldiers who are surging around like a tide, where is there any way to live?

"No way out?" Zhang Huang patted Yang Feng on the shoulder, and then smiled easily. "Since the Northern Army has no way to live for us, let's fight our own way out!! …… That's what you can do! ”

As soon as these words came out, the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers shook suddenly, and they all looked at Zhang Huang with incredible eyes, and immediately, their expressions, which had become dim, suddenly burned a few more rays of brilliance.

"Little Heavenly Master has an idea in his heart?" Guo Tai hurriedly asked with joy.

"Hmm!" Zhang Huang replied noncommittally, and then looked back at everyone and smiled calmly, "Don't be impatient, little ones, we still have a chance." Let me ask you a question first...... Who can fog up? ”

The art of fogging, as the name suggests, is similar to the Dao technique of Xingyun Buyu, which kind of Dao Technique, belongs to the spell of Liuding Liujia and is not in the Five Elements, and it is a relatively advanced Dao technique of fire spells.

Yellow Turbans, look at me, look at you, as if no one knows this technique.

"That's ......," Zhang Huang muttered, slightly disappointed, but then he relieved, "It's okay." Even if it won't ......."

Just as he was saying this, Yan Lei, a general pretended to be by the general Zhang Liang, interjected, "Little Heavenly Master, the fogging technique will not be at the end, but there will be another more clever illusion technique at the end, which may have the same effect......

Looking at Zhang Liang's eyes at this time, it seemed that he had guessed a little bit of Zhang Huang's next plan.

"Illusion?" Zhang Huang glanced at Zhang Liang in surprise when he heard this, and asked tentatively, "Maybe it's eye-catching?" ”

"Naturally!" Zhang Liang nodded.

"Good!" Zhang Huang was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "You can do it immediately." ”

"It's not difficult to perform this technique, the problem is...... I can't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy in this technique, although the enemy army can't see it, but I'm afraid I can't ...... it."

"......" Zhang Huang understood what Zhang Liang meant after a little thought, and said with his head bowed, "It's okay." I've got my own way! ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and whispered a few words to Guo Tai, who commanded the leader.

"Hmm." Zhang Liang nodded, and then pinched the talisman in his hand and whispered a few incantations.

Suddenly, the already dim surroundings seemed to be covered with a dense black curtain, and the scene in front of everyone turned into pitch black in an instant. Even the ground and railings that had been set on fire by the Yellow Turbans could not dispel the darkness that was by no means different from the twilight.

[Illusion: The Art of Twilight Mist]

[Goodfellas......]

Seeing that the scene in front of him suddenly became pitch black, Zhang Huang secretly took a breath of cool air in his heart.

There can be nothing wrong with this darkness, which is darker than the night, of course, an illusion. The problem lies in the high level of this illusion. This kind of illusion, which is comparable to the Liuding Liujia spell, was easily cast by an ordinary yellow turban general named Yan Lei?

[……]

In that dark darkness, Zhang Huang took a deep look at the original location of "Yan Lei".

But right now, it is obviously not the time for Zhang Huang to think carefully about this time.

After thinking about this, Zhang Huang took a deep breath, held the reins of the horse with his left hand, and pulled the reins of the other horse with his right hand. And this horse rein belongs to Guo Tai.

[Moved?] ]

In the darkness, Guo Tai, who felt that the war horse under his crotch was being pulled by Zhang Huang, also touched the reins of the horse in his right hand, and that one did not belong to him, but to Han Xian.

Yes, this is exactly the method that Zhang Huang used to deal with Zhang Liang's illusion of not distinguishing between friend and foe, and asked his soldiers to connect them one after another with the help of horse reins.

Someone may say that in the face of the tidal offensive of the Northern Army. What can be done with this approach?

But the problem is that when Zhang Liang Shi unleashed that incredible illusion, all the Northern Army soldiers on the battlefield subconsciously stopped attacking. After all, there were only 400 Yellow Turban soldiers here, and their companions numbered more than 10,000. They were also afraid of accidentally injuring their allies.

"How...... What's going on? ”

"Why can't you see anything?"

"Am I blind? Hey, can you still see it? ”

The nearby Northern soldiers were in an uproar and immediately shouted loudly. In the midst of this noise, Zhang Huang and his party quietly squeezed away the soldiers of the Northern Army. Left the original position.

On the other side, Captain Ma Riyan was dripping with cold sweat on his head.

Because he found that the noisy and noisy voices on the battlefield belonged to the soldiers of their northern army. And Zhang Huang's nearly 400 rides seemed to be in this pitch black, like a drop of water blending into the ocean, and there was no movement at all.

"Silence Lao Tzu!"

In the infantry battalion, Ququ Hou Zhou Yang let out a trembling roar, which made all the Northern soldiers subconsciously quiet.

Seeing this, Ma Riyan immediately made a decision and shouted loudly, "Shooter, aim at the position of the thief army and shoot freely!" ”

Unbelievably, after hearing Ma Riyan's order, the archers of the shooting battalion immediately took arrows and drew their bows, and shot indiscriminately at the location where Zhang Huang and the others were in their memory.

"Whoosh-"

After a soft sound, there was no other sound, because Zhang Huang and the others had already left their original position with the help of this illusion.

[Powerful enough......]

Zhang Huang couldn't help but glance back, even though he couldn't see anything in this illusion.

If he didn't have an accurate estimate of the Northern Army's shooting battalion before this, then now Ma Riyan's hand is enough to make Zhang Huang on guard. After all, the fact that there was no movement after the arrow rang out meant that the marksmen didn't hit them or hurt their allies. In the darkness of the situation, the memory alone can hit the position where the enemy was standing, how can this kind of archer be interpreted by the word "powerful" alone?

[Didn't hit?] ]

The misses of the shooters under his command made Ma Riyan slightly startled. But when he thought about it for a while, the surprise suddenly turned to horror.

[The white horse...... At this moment, aren't you squeezing through our soldiers and walking through at will? ]

Ma Riyan, who was pale, subconsciously looked around, but all he could see was pitch black.

[If this is escaped by Zhang Bai riding in this way......]

Ma Riyan frowned deeply, and suddenly, he thought about it and shouted in a deep voice, "All battalions and soldiers of the Northern Army obey the order, stand by in place, and must not move a step without authorization!" ”

[……]

Zhang Huang glanced at the direction where Ma Riyan's voice came with some surprise, and secretly praised in his heart: He really deserves to be the grandson of the great Confucian Ma Rong, he is really smart!

[...... though]

The corners of his mouth raised a little narrowly smiled, Zhang Huang suddenly raised his left hand, and sacrificed more than a dozen fire spells under the pitch-black illusion.

Suddenly, after hearing a few loud bangs, even if dozens of Northern Sergeants were hit, they couldn't help but howl miserably.

[You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder...... Aren't you trying to discern our location? Hey! I'll see how you can tell! ]

Thinking of this, Zhang Huang repeated his old tricks, and continuously sacrificed fire spells with his left hand. Anyway, the men and horses on his Yellow Turban side were behind him, and there were soldiers of the Northern Army everywhere, smashing one by one, so he Zhang Huang was not afraid of accidentally hurting his companions.

Sure enough, after the soldiers were killed by Zhang Huang one after another, the generals of the infantry battalion who heard the screams of the soldiers under their command could no longer bear it anymore and scolded one after another.

Ma Riyan knew very well that this must be Zhang Huang's trick, but he had no way to deal with it, because he knew that the infantry of the infantry battalion would never do nothing and let Zhang Huang and the others kill him.

As Ma Riyan expected, the noise that was originally suppressed by Ququ Hou Zhou Yang in the infantry battalion sounded again at this moment, and the voices of the Northern Army soldiers scolding the Yellow Turban soldiers for acting despicably were everywhere nearby. And Zhang Huang and the others, in this burst of noise, quietly squeezed away the soldiers of the Northern Army and evacuated towards the outside of the encirclement.

For the sake of prudence, Zhang Huang did not choose the south as the direction of the breakthrough, because he expected that the northern army would definitely think that they would return the way they came, and if nothing else, the infantry battalions and infantry on the south side had already formed a queue, and no one would let them go.

Cautiously, Zhang Huang and the others used this method that no one could have imagined to penetrate and search among the soldiers of the Northern Army.

[Almost......]

Zhang Huang estimated in his heart that for him, who has a strong sense of space and a good grasp of the subtleties, that is, he can create the ingenious martial arts of "zigzag step", and estimate his current position with memory in a pitch-black environment, which is naturally not a problem.

Slowly, Zhang Huang closed his eyes, and the Yellow Turban generals behind him, they never opened their eyes from beginning to end. After all, in Zhang Liang's incredible illusion, there is actually no difference between opening his eyes and not opening his eyes.

"Whew-"

A trace of fire ignited from Zhang Huang's body, this kind of yang fire originating from the demon soul Yiwu, even if it dispersed Zhang Liang's illusion. However, it is only a thin line.

At this time, whether it was the Northern Army soldiers nearby or in the distance, they could finally see a trace clearly.

And this look shocked them, because Zhang Huang and the others, who were still in the encirclement, didn't know when they were on the edge.

"Zhang Bai rides ——!"

"On the north side!"

I don't know who shouted, and all the Northern soldiers looked in the direction of Zhang Huang and the others, and immediately wanted to grab their weapons and rush up.

And at this moment, I saw a strange smile on Zhang Huang's face.

"It's dawn, be careful of blinding your eyes!"

Accompanied by his words, only a strange crow cry was heard, and suddenly, the illusion that was cast by Zhang Liang around him was completely broken, and a burst of intense light like day bloomed between the entire heaven and earth.

In an instant, everyone's Northern Sergeants felt the white expanse in front of them, and their eyes were painful and they subconsciously closed their eyes. The instantaneous transition between extremely dark and extremely bright caused all the Northern soldiers to fall into a temporary blindness stage.

At this time, Zhang Huang laughed, and led the Yellow Turban soldiers under his command to rush to the last encirclement of the Northern Army.

"Let's go, little ones!"

"Wow——!"

Guo Tai, Han Xian, Yang Feng and others squinted their eyes on a line, and followed closely behind Zhang Huang with excitement.

Almost intervening with those temporarily blind Northern Army soldiers, Zhang Huang and others finally broke out of the ambush circle set up for them by Lu Zhi, the commander of the Northern Army, and walked away in the unwilling and resentful scolding of the brushless Northern Army soldiers. (To be continued......)