The sound coming from the city wall made the night a little noisy, and the entire city of Gwangjong also moved, waking up from its slumber. It's just that, under this noisy sound, the night still changes every half of the minute, and it is still so thick, even in many private houses, the candles in the residences where the yellow turbans come to live are lit, at most there is a little more light and darkness.

It is different from the soldiers and generals of the Yellow Turban Army who have taken action in this city, as well as those "people" who have woken up and carefully observed the situation outside through the windows. There was a group of people, very calm, so calm that they were in the place where they were now, in the corners, from the beginning of the night, to stay here, motionless.

They blended into the darkness and interacted with the environment, not only could they not recognize their movements from a distance, but even when they came closer, without looking carefully and probing, they could not find out that they were in fact so, and the places where they were hiding, in the corners where each of them were hiding, there was not only a group of soldiers passing by, and several groups of Yellow Turban soldiers almost brushed them by, but they were stunned not to find the enemy who was close at hand.

At least for these Yellow Turban soldiers who were urgently assembling and rushing to the city wall, they didn't have the extra time to see a place that they had seen countless times in normal times. And under their gaze, they didn't notice anything unusual, so they hurried away.

The black-clothed man hiding everywhere did not move, still did not move, quietly watching the Yellow Turban soldiers pass in front of them. They don't mean to move at all, they maintain a posture, and only when they perceive paralysis in their bodies, they change a position again. But the movements are very light, the angles are small, and if it weren't for the sake of keeping a good state, they wouldn't even do these movements.

Some people like to be active during the day, so naturally there are also people who like to be active at night. And these people in black are the group of people who like to be active at night, but the activities they choose are not activities that ordinary people can do, which is killing.

Around them there was a soft chirping of insects, and these agile and timid insects called in low voices. It seems that he feels strange about the presence of this stranger, and communicates his discovery to other people of the same kind, but unfortunately, the Yellow Turban soldiers are not bugs, otherwise they would have known that there are still people hiding nearby.

The night is extremely cold in winter, and even though it is early winter, you can feel the chill surrounding your body. A man in black hiding in the bushes breathed softly, he could feel the cold, but that didn't stop him from continuing the "work" in front of him, at least the cold in his body was much warmer than the cold brought by death.

He is a killer and an assassin, so he can only hide in the dark, in the company of coldness and loneliness. Often the moment the track is exposed, it is either a successful task or death. For them, the moment they see the light is death, and regardless of whether the task is successful or not, once a person walking in the dark appears under the firelight, candlelight, and sunlight, it is no different from death.

There may be people who can walk openly on the street and feel comfortable in the eyes of others, but that is another layer of disguise. At night, there is a dark disguise, and during the day, there is identity, face, and so on.

They are a group of people who can't live without disguise.

King Qin smiled, the light in his eyes flickering, waiting for his goal to arrive. Why such a name? Probably because of Jing Ke's regret that he couldn't successfully assassinate King Qin in the end, and was stabbed backby King Qin, of course he didn't want to be Jing Ke, even if Jing Ke was so famous. But failure is failure, failure is death, no matter how famous it is? In the end, it just became a speck of dust, not to mention that it was still an embellishment, when others mentioned Jing Ke, it would be accompanied by a sentence, oh, that famous assassin, an assassin who assassinated Qin Shi Huang without success.

In the field of dry assassins, accidents are always accompanied, and there will never be 100% certainty. It's like he's waiting here now, don't look at it just stupidly, but before that, it's supported by more than a dozen observations, otherwise the house of the Yellow Turban Army general he was going to assassinate has three routes that lead to the main street, why would he wait here?

Just because this place is close, you can get to the street as quickly as possible, and the door of the general's house is facing here. When I heard that the Han army was attacking the city, what would the average Yellow Turban general do? Naturally, he rushed to the military camp as quickly as possible and mobilized troops and horses to support the city wall.

King Qin Thorn Jing Ke knew that if he waited here, there would be a result no matter what. At least this Yellow Turban Army general is not an extraordinary Yellow Turban general under his observation, but it is difficult to guarantee that his brain will not twitch, he is releasing water at night, and he ran out of the back door after hearing the sound of the Han army attacking the city.

To be an Assassin is to be patient. Even if the target doesn't come in the end, he has to wait until the end, until the final result is confirmed.

Suddenly, he saw a group of Yellow Turban soldiers running towards him, their torches shaking, distorting and shattering the light and shadow around them. If it is some novice eggs, at this time, they will probably think that this team of Yellow Turban soldiers is coming for themselves, so they make wrong judgments and expose themselves. However, King Qin Thorn Jing Ke could tell that the anxiety and haste of this group of Yellow Turban soldiers was not at all a picture of what an assassin should be.

They were just Yellow Turban soldiers heading towards the city wall, and there was nothing strange about it, he had seen four of them, and now it was the fifth. If he had to be nervous every time they showed up, it wouldn't take as many times as he could, and he would have a nervous breakdown, and even a heart attack.

Wait a minute! King Qin's thorn Jing Ke stared, and noticed the Yellow Turban general who was surrounded by this group of Yellow Turban soldiers, his goal was finally here!

His body entered a tense state, and he could burst out at any moment, lunging forward, stabbing the short sword in his hand towards the target. But no! At this time, King Qin Thorn Jing Ke became more and more calm, his eyes were wide open, observing the other party.

It was in the midst of a group of Yellow Turban soldiers! He only has one chance, and after one failure, these Yellow Turban soldiers will react, and then it will not be as simple as killing one person, he will face more than twenty. Under such conditions, he probably understood what his end was, it was nothing more than being hacked to death with a knife.

Between a successful assassination and being hacked to death with a knife, he chooses the former, even if the former comes with the latter. Even as a player, his strength will drop a lot after one death, and it is worth his gamble. Besides, it's not impossible to retreat, as long as the assassination is successful, then he can leave quickly while these Yellow Turban soldiers are still at a loss, provided that the assassination is successful!

Time is said to be slow, but it is not very slow, it is said to be fast, but it is not very fast, at least in the opinion of King Qin Thorn Jing Ke. He had already grasped a point, a gap in the position of the Yellow Turban soldiers who were surrounded by the Yellow Turban generals, of course, this gap was changing all the time. Because the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were advancing by running, some of them had big steps, and some of them had slow steps, so there were some gaps.

What he has to do is seize this gap.

King Qin's thorn and thorn keke moved, and the whole person rushed out of the bushes where he was hiding, leaving a deep footprint in the same place. At this time, the Yellow Turban Army had just run past the place where he was hiding, and half of it had passed, and the other half, including the general, had just run in the direction he had rushed out.

A touch of blood light bloomed, and it looked extremely bewitching in the dark night, even if it was dark, it was difficult to hide the brilliance of this color.

"Chang Xiaoliu, have the soldiers been assembled?" In the tent of a military camp in the city, a Yellow Turban military general stood up and shouted loudly.

Soon, he didn't hear a response, so his brows furrowed, and he called out a few more times, "Chang Xiaoliu, Chang Xiaoliu, where did you go?" ”

No response, or no response. This made the general full of anger, this Chang Xiaoliu is a leader under his command, and he is usually quite reliable, otherwise he would not have been promoted to his current position from a Yellow Turban soldier. But looking at the current situation, it is clear that it is extremely unreliable in major matters, pick up the spear beside him, this Yellow Turban military general walked towards the outside of the camp tent, and when he sees him, he must be taught a good lesson and beat him!

Lifting the curtain, the eyes of the Yellow Turban generals froze, the spear in his hand could no longer be clenched, and fell to the ground with a "bell". Someone passed by him, and the cold in his throat made the general feel the shadow of death. Blood was constantly pouring out of his throat, flowing down his neck, and in a short period of time, the underwear under his armor was already soaked with blood.

Covering the wound between his throats with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from continuing to come out, and staggered a few steps, the Yellow Turban General began to blur his vision, and finally saw Chang Xiaoliu, who he thought was unreliable before. I saw Chang Xiaoliu lying in a pool of blood, his body was full of blood, and there was a wound left in his throat, but the blood there had not flowed out anymore, and it seemed to have been exhausted.

The general no longer had the strength to support him, so he fell forward, plopped, and fell straight to the ground. Under him, it gradually accumulated into a pool of blood.

The killers of the Killer Building quickly took action in Guangzong City, and since receiving this single task, under the leadership of the landlord, they have already been arranged in Guangzong City. Including the previous fight with the underground forces on the other side, they were all carried out in the plan, because they were obviously helping the Yellow Turban Army, so they did not hesitate to attack this side of the forces, and the killers of the Killer Building did not hesitate.

Fighting, exploring, and arranging are the arrangements they have made in Guangzong City since the past month. The burial of every secret hand is for the harvest of this moment, the harvest of the fruit of this moment.

They only attack the middle-level generals of the Yellow Turban Army, which is relatively easy to deal with, and is still an indispensable part of an army. As for the other high-ranking generals, they are not within the target of the Killer Building, even if the disturbance caused by killing them will be even bigger, but the Killer Building will still not do such a meaningless thing.

If you want to assassinate the high-ranking generals in the Yellow Turban Army, you have to pay a greater price, especially since they have their own guards around them. Not to mention some of the Yellow Turban Warriors, who were not inferior to each of their killers, and as long as the darkness was torn off, many killers had no doubt that they would be killed by their face-to-face enemies.

Persimmons should be pinched softly, fish should be picked fresh to eat, how can they not understand the truth that ordinary people and cats know? Anyway, it would be nice to just create the corresponding tasks, and as for the rest, it is not considered.

At the foot of an inconspicuous hillside far away from Guangzong City, Zhang Banxian appeared here, alone, holding a torch, without even a person by his side. The Nanyang Yellow Turban Army led by him was also pressed by him to a place five miles away from Guangzong City under the pretext of looking for an opportunity to attack the Han army.

That is his army, after Zhang Mancheng's death, Zhao Hong was called away by Zhang Jiao, Zhang Yan was transferred away, and the entire Nanyang Yellow Turban Army fell into his control. At this time, how could he take what belonged to him and fight for the life and death of others? You know, the army he has now may not be able to be saved by many players for several years!

He just needs to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and wait until the end to appear, so he can naturally get the maximum benefit with the least loss. As for now? Just wait and see what happens.

After looking around and finding that there was nothing unusual, Zhang Banxian stopped at a bush. Pushing the grass away, there was a small hole in front of you, a cave that could only be bent down by one person. Without hesitation, Zhang Banxian got into it, and rebuilt the grass from the inside to cover the hole.

Only when he had done this did he turn around, torch in hand, and head out into the darkness.

This was arranged by Zhang Banxian as early as when he knew that this day would happen, and only he and a few reliable cronies knew about this secret passage. As for the place where this secret passage finally leads, of course, it is Guangzong City, which is not accessible now!

Now that Gwangjong Castle is at war, there is almost no possibility of entering the city, and even if it flies from the sky, it will be shot down by random arrows. It was only by relying on this secret passage that he was able to reach Guangzong City smoothly.

Zhang Banxian has a reason to go, which is related to whether he can completely control the Yellow Turban Army that lost Zhang Jiao behind!

(End of chapter)