These shadows, pitch black, are indistinguishable from night. It was probably the deepest night of the day that would hide the color of their armor and subtly blend with the darkness. It was so light that only the sound of breathing, the suppressed breathing was very low, and only these dark shadows and their companions could hear each other's breath, and farther away, there was no movement.

Footsteps on the ground, and there was only a soft sound of "sand, sand". Their eyes looked at each other, and they became a visible sparkle in the night, and the smell of slaughter revealed in them was enough to make people's hairs stand on end.

Suddenly, the tall figure walking in front stopped, his brow furrowed, and he raised his hand without hesitation. As soon as the black shadow following him saw it, he immediately stopped, and fell to the ground one after another, only raising his head slightly, staring at the head of Beihai City in the distance.

In the sky, a bright moon flashed, peeking out from the muffled clouds. It was this corner that the blood light sprinkled down, shining a vague outline on the dark earth. These black shadows were also exposed, and the armor on their bodies had faded from the black cover, revealing their original earthy yellow color.

They are none other than the Yellow Turbans of the North Sea! The person lying on his stomach in front of him was Guan Hai. He looked at the city, and after he didn't see anything unusual, he gradually relaxed. It seemed far away, and with the eyes of those soldiers guarding the Han army, even with the reflection of the moonlight, they could not clearly see things in the distance, let alone see them.

Waiting quietly, Guan Hai didn't have any impatient look on his face, he knew very well that he had to calm down and learn to wait. This is also what he has realized as a hunter for many years, just like those beasts of prey catch prey, he captures those beasts, only by learning to wait can he not be the prey that is captured, and only by learning to wait can he not go hungry.

He had a straw stick in his mouth, his teeth clenched, and the bitter grass juice moistened into the saliva from between his teeth, so that the bitterness slowly spread to the whole mouth. Behind Guan Hai, every soldier was like him, with a straw rod in his mouth, which was used to forbid them to speak, and once he opened his mouth to speak, the straw pole would fall with it. Coupled with the strict orders that Guan Hai had said before the night attack, every soldier bit the straw in his mouth, and when he wanted to speak, most of them made eye contact.

Speak loudly, look silent, even if it is difficult to see what is meant in other people's eyes, but no one dares to make a little extra sound. Talking, you will die, no matter how much you want to speak, you will also extinguish this superfluous thought under the reminder of wanting to die.

Quiet, crouching. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army just watched the movement of Beihai City with their eyes, and in their field of vision, Beihai City was quiet, standing like a silent beast. It is extremely conspicuous, and under the light of the fire at the head of the city, it is impossible for anyone to fail to see Beihai City in the dark.

Farther behind, there were Yellow Turban sappers carrying a ladder, and six people carried a ladder and continued to move forward when the soldiers in front had stopped. They were still far away, and the transportation of the ladder also required some effort, so they did not stop, and of course, there would be no one in Beihai City, who was farther away, to find these Yellow Turban sappers who worked hard like ants in the distant realm.

The moonlight was a little cold, cold and cold, but it never meant to disappear into the darkness again. The Yellow Turban soldiers below continued to keep moving, motionless, the silent waiting was boring, and the body would be paralyzed and sore if they maintained a movement, but they still did not move. Aside from making some small adjustments, there are no other superfluous movements.

The Yellow Turban Army may be in the eyes of many people, but it is just some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and it is not synonymous with weak soldiers with combat effectiveness. But in fact, compared to his huge base, the elite soldiers are only a small part of it. However, what Guan Hai brought this time were all the elite soldiers he trained in the Beihai Yellow Turban Army. As for the rest of the soldiers, they were all waiting in the camp, and as soon as there was a night attack on this side, the army in the camp would immediately follow.

Even the cavalry under the personal command of Guan Hai was now waiting in the camp, and due to the uncertainty of the cavalry's night raid, it was not of much use in the siege battle, so it was not brought with them. Now, just wait for the moon in the sky, which is not too big or too bright, to disappear and move forward again.

It's also a little strange to say that Guan Hai actually has some nostalgia for the life he lived as a hunter at the beginning, and he actually prefers that life compared to now. Comfortable, free, you don't have to lick blood from the knife edge like now, you don't know how many people you have killed, and you don't know when you will be killed. It's just that no matter how much he misses, he can't go back now, in this world, if he can live a good life, how can he join the Yellow Turban Army?

Maybe human life, in the eyes of some people, is like the prey in the eyes of those hunters, right? It is precisely because of this that there will be the current Yellow Turban Uprising, where there is too much inequality, and there will be many people who pursue equality.

This is what the great sage and good teacher said, Guan Hai felt that he was a rough person, and some of them did not understand. But when I heard it in my ears, I remembered it in my heart, and I felt that it was said in my heart, and until now, Guan Hai can feel the surging feeling of blood at the beginning.

Why die though? He was glad that he was no longer the Orion, but had become a Yellow Turban warrior with tens of thousands of troops in his hands. Otherwise, perhaps he will continue to follow his old path and become a hunter until he can't eat enough for a day, or he will be played to death by this thief.

If he wants to seize the opportunity that this line can change, he will start by capturing Beihai City!

The cold moonlight faded, swept over Guan Hai's face, and moved into the distance until it finally disappeared. When you look up at the sky, you can see that the moon is once again obscured by dark clouds, and no longer shows a single light, and the night is once again in a state of darkness like ink. The fire at the head of the city was still the same, but it still could not reach this place occupied by darkness, and the eyes of the soldiers at the head of the city could not penetrate the long night.

Guan Hai raised his body and raised his hand, and the Yellow Turban soldiers hidden behind him saw his signal and stood up again. Following Guan Hai's footsteps, they continued to march towards Beihai City in silence, and little by little, they approached Beihai City.

(End of chapter)

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