"Lu Shuai!" Cao Cao clenched his fists, and his figure loomed in the handsome tent.

Now the entire tent is shrouded in thick fog, and when Cao Cao touches the tent, yes, he touched it, and the entire camp is completely caught in the situation where he can't see his five fingers. Now all kinds of work in the battalion have come to a standstill, training, patrolling, including living and cooking, and no one can do these things well without even seeing clearly.

Cao Cao couldn't see Lu Zhi above the handsome position clearly, so he held his fist in the direction of the handsome position, and now this situation undoubtedly has a great impact on the war. After a slight pause, all kinds of things were filtered in his mind, and Cao Cao knew what Lu Zhi was doing when he came to him. The most critical thing now is nothing more than two points, one is the situation of the Yellow Turban defeated army coming down from the direction of Yingchuan, and the other is the response to the possible attack of the Yellow Turban Thief Army of Guangzong at any time.

The reason why Lu Zhi called him here is only the first point, which is also the task of Cao Cao, the leading striker. In addition to coming to intercept Zuo Feng, who returned to Luoyang, he also brought a letter written by Huangfu Song to Lu Zhi, as well as some information about the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Bandit Army.

"Mengde. You should have seen it, but such a thick fog is extremely unfavorable for the war. Lu Zhi spoke.

"So can you be sure when Yingchuan's defeated and retreating Yellow Turban Thief Army will arrive?" He asked.

In Huangfu Song's letter, he has emphasized the situation on the battlefield of Yingchuan, and at the same time agreed to come in the near future and defeat the Yellow Turban thief army that fled back to Guangzong. As long as this Yingchuan Yellow Turban thief army can be destroyed, then basically the next battle of Guangzong, although there will be too many waves, it will not change the result of the final victory of the Han army.

"Lu Shuai, according to the distance, they should be able to arrive in the last two or three days." Cao Cao replied.

He arrived here bypassing the marching Yellow Turban Army, but because he only brought a few hundred soldiers and all of them were cavalry, he was two or three steps faster than the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army. These two or three steps are not too far away, and if you convert them into time, it will only be two or three days, and at the latest, the Yellow Turban Army will arrive in Guangzong before dark on the third day.

"I see." After listening to Cao Cao's words, Lu Zhi couldn't help nodding, he stroked his palms and smiled, "It's a pity that the thief has no plan and evokes this evil fog early, if it is in wartime, it will really become a big problem." ”

"But since we still have two or three days to go, it's not a problem."

"Boom."

"Boom."

The explosion thunder sounded suddenly, and the thunder was so powerful that many people's bodies trembled, and as soon as the palm of their hand was released, the sword they held fell to the ground. The loud noise shook the eardrums and penetrated into the depths of the soul, and even the soldiers who had seen blood and seen the horror of life and death couldn't help but be startled.

"Tianwei appeared, why is it so?" Lu Zhi stroked his chest and felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and it was not until he counted a dozen times that it gradually slowed down.

"Is it going to rain?" Cao Cao muttered, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"No, that's not right." He denied the thought in his head again, if it was really raining, it would be much easier, but could things really be so simple? Since the thief's horns can summon a strange thick fog, then this so-called thunder, and even the possible rain, should not come! Because once it rains, then regardless of these dense fogs

So, what's the situation now? Cao Cao frowned, a faint uneasiness appeared in his heart, he raised his head, and could only see a white mist. It doesn't seem like there's a problem at all, but who can rest assured in this environment? He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it.

Lu Zhi, who was in the handsome position, also thought of all Cao Cao's current questions, and he also felt abnormal, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with this abnormality.

"Boom!"

"Boom ......"

There was a constant sound of thunder, and because of the first thunder fright, the vaccination was given, and now there will be no soldier who has that feeling of fear. It's just that some scouts who had just come out of the camp and came out of the fog raised their heads and were shocked to find that the sky was clear.

It was a bolt from the blue! For the sky in their eyes was now completely clear, and there were no dark clouds, and there was no light of any electricity. Probably because of the clear space behind it, the sky is blue, and there is no extra color. None of these scouts had ever seen the ocean, but they had heard that it was probably the same as the blue sky it is now.

Zhang Jiao looked up at the blue firmament, his face was expressionless, his feet were on the void, only the hem of his robe swayed slightly. Behind him, UU reads the book The hundred-foot-tall giant figure was also looking up at the sky, letting out a silent roar.

In Zhang Jiao's eyes, the lightning of the Dao Dao fell from the sky, cutting through the blue sky, and the electric light appeared beside him in an instant, and disappeared in an instant. The thunder echoed in his ears, and no one could see or hear it more clearly than him. For this is the place closest to the heavens, in the bosom of the heavens.

So, what exactly is Mandate of Heaven? Is it the sky, or is it the ethereal fate? Or is it the rules that work in the dark?

I can't figure it out, I don't know, Zhang Jiao won't think about it. Even if he knew, it wouldn't change the path he was walking on now, and it wouldn't change what he was going to do now.

One lightning bolt after another, from top to bottom, struck down towards Zhang Jiao. But it was blocked by the huge gas-like humanoid, and each time it fell, it was accompanied by a wave on the surface of the gas-like humanoid, and with it, the silhouette became lighter and lighter.

Snow flies in June, and sunny days thunderbolt. This is what later generations used to describe the most wronged and the most sinful people, but now there is not only one, but a hundred, a thousand ways. It's just that no one can find any trace of them, in other words, Zhang Jiao was hit by a hundred thunders.

It's just that his complexion hasn't changed in the slightest, and before deciding to do it, he has already thought about a series of possible problems in the future. He stretched out his hand, his index finger and middle finger together, the other three fingers curled, and the tips of his fingers were constantly moving, jumping, disappearing and reappearing.

Destiny can use thunder and lightning to kill him, and he can also use thunder and lightning to kill others, who said that this thunderbolt is the death knell for himself?

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he opened his horn and said softly: "Lead!" ”

(End of chapter)