The player leader fell like this, which was different from the previous scolding in front of Gwangjong Castle, which attracted everyone's attention. His death, without warning, not even noticed by many people, was lost like that, and he fell in the crowd of runners. Next to his corpse, quite a few players ran by, but they didn't stop, and their speed didn't slow down even for a moment. They don't have time to look at a dead man and grieve for a dead man, because he will kill himself!

So the death of the player's leader, no one knows, and no one cares. All they care about now is whether they can run faster and not be like the corpse that passes by.

Run! This is what they do the most in the Guangzong battlefield, and it is also the best thing.

But how can two legs outrun four legs? No matter how proficient these players are at escaping, the gap between humans and horses is impossible to easily erase.

Zhao Hong had already led the cavalry to catch up, picked up his spear, and stabbed violently. Spears with glittering cold light pierced the backs of the players' bodies, and when they were pulled out, the cold light of the spearheads was already masked by the bright red blood as blood splattered.

"Ahh A scream came out of the player's mouth. These slow-running, lagging behind players, with little resistance, were killed by the Yellow Turban cavalry.

However, whether they chose to flee or had the courage to turn back and fight again, the outcome made no difference. To run is to die faster, and to fight again is only to prolong the process of death by a few seconds.

The spear stabbed out, and the horse's hooves trampled through, making a path among the fleeing players. Any player who stands in the way of the cavalry charge will be shattered by the horse's rush and will fly out to the left and right. Then, the arrival of the cavalry further behind is a real trampling, trampling the players who are seriously injured and not dead to death. Stepping on it over and over again, and finally from life to death, to the corpse becoming a pulp, the time was only a minute or two.

"Stomping", the horse's hooves trampled on the ground, and the ground made of flesh and blood left a clear hoof print. The flesh that had been stained with the hooves was thrown out, and the flesh splattered and fell heavily, becoming part of the dirt again.

Zhao Hong didn't have any joy on his face, the combat power of these aliens was nothing in his eyes. Although this can be regarded as a kind of victory, listening to the roar of the cavalry behind him, and the crazy shouts that have come from the head of Guangzong City in the rear, he knows that the morale that has been suppressed all this time and is constantly slowly decaying has been boosted at this moment.

Even if it was a small victory, a victory that seemed insignificant in Zhao Hong's eyes, it had the power to drive many soldiers crazy. Flesh and blood splashed, swept over the corners of Zhao Hong's eyes, "pop", a few mud spots with a strong smell of blood splashed on his face, and then slid down his cheeks.

Garrisoned, the cavalry around him rushed over and continued to kill the fleeing players. Most of the players who escaped have been killed, and now the rest are still fleeing in a hurry, but the number is still rapidly decreasing, and they may not reach the location of the Han army's trench two miles away, and they will all be wiped out.

"The archers shoot five hundred paces away!" Zhao Hong raised his spear and gave the order.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who followed him stopped not far from him, and without hesitation, they took off the longbows on their backs, bent their bows and arrows, and shot towards the place indicated by Zhao Hong. Even though there was nothing there, nothing there, they were completely obedient to Zhao Hong's orders.

Feather arrows flew towards the sky in the face of the sunshine projected, and the arrows of the feather arrows reflected a dazzling light. Pause, and the next moment, the arrow rain fell, little by little, black raindrops, falling towards the ground. Every inch of it, with the most chilling cold, fine raindrops, falls.

"Raise your shield!" The Han generals in the trench gave the order, and the soldiers squatting in the trench around them raised their shields one after another to protect them above their heads.

In the tower not far away, the Han archers above were also firing back at the Yellow Turban soldiers in the distance. It's just that the feathered arrows they shot went against the grain in the rain of arrows, barely causing any waves.

"Withdraw." Zhao Hong did not hesitate to give the order to withdraw the troops. Further on, the cavalry encountered a trench dug by the Han army around Guangzong City, no matter how narrow or shallow it was, it would hinder the cavalry. What's more, listening to the dense echo, Zhao Hong could know how many Han troops were hiding in the trenches waiting for them.

Don't look at the fact that there is almost no trace of the Han army now, only the towers that stand one after another, and the trenches that have no way to find out the truth inside. But as soon as they stepped inside, they were locked in a siege, locked by the archers hidden in the towers from all angles.

Although there is some anticlimactic meaning, none of the goals he wants to achieve are not bad, and they have all been achieved. Look at the morale of his soldiers now! It's like a sword that has been sitting for a long time, the blade of the sword is covered with dust, but when you drink blood, it blooms again. This is the effect that Zhao Hong wants to achieve, the soldiers in Guangzong City let out a long-accumulated sulk!

The Han army general in the trench stood up, looked at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance, and spat to the side. After being ambushed many times, the Yellow Turban soldiers became more and more slippery, but this time they actually ate the bait they threw out and left immediately. But those dead Inhumans are nothing, not the main battle soldiers, not even miscellaneous soldiers, no matter how many deaths he has, it is the same thing in his eyes.

"Pick up the arrows, wait until you go back to the camp, and then give them to the back camp." Collecting his thoughts, the general's eyes swept to the dense arrows in the trench, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

A battle that took place outside the city of Guangzong ended in such a hurry, and it did not attract much attention from the two forces. Time passed little by little, and nothing unexpected happened, and probably this day would pass like this as usual.

Whether it was the Han soldiers stationed in the various fortifications built around Guangzong City, or the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army guarding the city, most of them had the same view of this day. Even the soldiers on both sides, whether they were going to call the battle or guarding the city wall, now they have a little attitude to deal with things. No matter how much the generals on both sides emphasize and ask them to be vigilant and cautious, there is no way to change their current state.

The Han army will only shout and shout, but never attack the city, so how will the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army deal with it? Even if he was engrossed in it, completely concentrating on the every move of the Han army in the distance below the city, in the end there was nothing. The Yellow Turban Army is also like this, it will only defend the city, and after the first few times out of the city and ambush, it will never go out of the city again, how can the Han soldiers prepare? People don't go out of the city at all, and every time they have a dry mouth, they are exchanged for collecting troops and returning to the camp.

Otherwise, they won't be replaced with decoys composed of players in the near future, because they are more taunting!

Time passed little by little. When the sun reached the middle of the sky, it began to shift again, moving westward, and eventually, Japan sank westward. Little by little, the light of the setting sun slowly dimmed, and eventually, the heavens and the earth fell into darkness.

Night falls.

The torches lit up, illuminating the darkness. At this moment, in the camp of the Han army of Guangzong, the camps where the various armies were located were divided into barracks controlled by the commanders, and the soldiers in them were no longer rotated or rested as in the past. They were all concentrated, concentrated in the open space in the middle of the camp, and were listening to the orders that had been delivered.

The scene was very calm, there was no superfluous sound, and from the beginning to the final order, there was no loud shouting. The soldiers suppressed the emotions surging in their hearts, and although they did not respond with the high-pitched voices of the past, the palms of the weapons expressed their emotions.

I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and I've been depressed for a long time, and finally this moment has come. A pair of flashing rhino eyes, which are full of strong fighting spirit, no soldier has any superfluous thoughts in his heart, some are to make meritorious contributions, capture Guangzong City, and take military merits!

After passing on the order to launch the siege on the third watch tonight, the soldiers of each battalion have returned to their barracks. They must hurry up and rest in order to participate in the battle in the best condition at the third watch, and now it is not far from the third watch, and there are still about two and a half hours.

Cao Cao was in the tent where he was, holding a handkerchief in his hand, and carefully wiped the blade of the Qingyu Sword. He sighed on the blade and continued to wipe it, and the blade clearly reflected his face.

He had rested during the day, and now that he woke up and had dinner, all he had to do was wait, wait for the arrival of the third watch. There were no waves in the ancient wells in his heart, there was no half-minute waves, his fingertips flicked lightly on the blade of the sword a few times, and the sound of Jin Ge fell in Cao Cao's heart.

"Hmph, hah." The sound of soft breathing echoed inside the tent. Sun Jian slept deeply, still in a deep sleep, his chest rose and fell, just like his breath, every time he took a breath, his chest expanded, he exhaled, and he calmed down again.

The ancient ingot knife was placed on the weapon rack next to the bed, and the light of the candle flame jumped over the scabbard, drawing the outline. Sun Jian was sleeping in armor, wearing cold and stiff armor on his body, and then lying on the bed, it was undoubtedly very embarrassing. But it is precisely because of this that no matter what the situation, whether it is a stolen camp or an emergency military situation, Sun Jian can join the battle in time.

Zhan Feng sat firmly on the back of the war horse, sitting cross-legged, the war horse under the ass snorted, and lowered his head to eat the forage. The war front on the back of the war horse looked up at the sky, looked up at the sky, and the stars in the sky came into view.

The calm before the war can undoubtedly make people do a lot of things that they don't usually do and forget to do. What Zhan Feng is doing now is what he hasn't done in the game, leisurely looking up at the stars in the sky. In the game, he spends too much time killing, and there are too few moments that can be called calm.

He couldn't make out too many stars, but he could know where the Big Dipper was, which probably belonged to the night sky that he could only see from his home planet. Although he has never been to the home planet, in the game now, the position he is in, and the ground he is stepping on under his feet is on the home planet!

"What a brilliant and beautiful star." Smiling, he simply closed his eyes.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes blinked, carefully observing everything that happened in the Han army camp. Eventually, he disappeared into the darkness again, stalking in the dark corners of the tent and the tent, hidden by their shadows, and groping his way out of the camp.

His steps were extremely gentle, his heels on the ground, and then he stepped down with his whole foot. There is no superfluous sound, only the slight sound of stepping on the mud and sand, which no one can notice.

A Han soldier passed by, but he didn't find the man in black hiding in the darkness, and the darkness that was close at hand was like light and shadow, and they didn't notice it. After the patrolling Han soldiers left, he came out of the corner where he was hiding again and dodged towards the next target.

He knew that he had found something terrible, and if this information was known to the Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong City, it would immediately change the current battle situation. What they have been doing all along, it is precisely like this, that the Han Army and the Yellow Turban Army are in a state of equal strength, and only in this way can the battle between the two forces be able to consume each other's strength!

Especially the current Han army, what they are doing is to make this crumbling empire fall faster! Therefore, he appeared in the battlefield of Guangzong, which had little to do with him, in order to increase the weight of the straw with the help of the power of the Yellow Turban Army, so that it could finally crush the camel!

Therefore, he must return to the city of Guangzong alive. He didn't know how many of the Han army camps were still alive to spy on intelligence like himself, so he could only try to keep himself alive, because the information he found was too important! This is the time for the Han army to attack the city!

The man in black, who was tiptoeing forward, suddenly stopped, raised his head, and his face hidden under the night was pale.

In front of him, someone with a sword was smiling at him. I don't know when this man was standing in this position, waiting for him, waiting for him to come to him on his own.

(End of chapter)