"Ahh It hurts! A soldier sitting on the ground tore the dead skin off his feet, screaming in pain. 【Latest chapter reading. It was as if tearing off this piece of dead skin was like being stabbed by someone for him, and it was so painful and heartbreaking.

Tearing off a piece, he lifted his foot and looked again, and there was another piece. So he reached out again and tore off another piece of dead skin, and shouted with bared teeth.

"Oops, it's stuck in my foot, my leg is ahhhh

In front of him, two figures can be faintly seen, if combined with the current environment, then these two figures are Han soldiers. But the two soldiers stood motionless, just like that, standing straight in front of the soldier with their feet buttoned.

"Poof, poof." The feather arrow didn't enter the bodies of the two soldiers, but it wasn't the sound of entering R, but more like it had pierced into some soft object.

"You have to scream so miserably if you buckle your feet, admire it!" A soldier next to him said that he had a pot on his head, and when the feather arrow fell, the pot lid in S immediately popped off. It's just that there are a lot of feather arrows, and a series of them fall, and the sound of clanging is endless.

In front of him, there are also some standing figures, and there are a lot of feather arrows on their bodies, densely packed. In the eyes of others, in fact, this should be a thousand arrows piercing the heart, they all died extremely miserably, but in the same way, this spirit is admirable.

This kind of spirit that even after being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, it still stands and blocks the arrows for the comrades behind him. What kind of spirit is this? It's a spirit of fearlessness and dedication.

It's just that this kind of spirit doesn't quite conform to the laws of physics and physiology. If you put aside the fog, then you can see that these standing figures are all scarecrows wearing Han army armor. They were scattered in the open space of the large camp, densely packed, and behind them there were only a handful of real soldiers, who were shielded from their heads, or cooking utensils such as iron pots, to keep the falling feathered arrows at bay. As for the more feathered arrows, they were all taken by the scarecrow.

The Yellow Turban archers, what they saw through the cracks in the fog was the scene where the feathered arrows were submerged into the scarecrow's body. But that quick glance certainly could not make them see the truth of this fact.

"What's wrong with picking your feet? I feel distressed when I pick my feet, okay? The body is skinny, and the parents who receive it, alas, I feel distressed. "The foot-picking soldier is serious nonsense.

"And Lu Shuai has already explained, it is best to call it miserable, the miserable one, of course I have to resolutely obey!"

Immediately, a high-pitched cry of pain rang out. "Ahh

Now in the Han army camp, under the coverage of the bows and arrows of the archers of the Yellow Turban Army, are all Han soldiers who are waiting for the battle. It is said that it is a strict battle, but it is actually very easy, and it is very safe compared to fighting. Unless someone's luck really fades to the iron pot above their heads, and they will be hit by an arrow when the shield is protected, it can be said that they will be choked to death by drinking cold water.

What they are responsible for is to convey a message to the Yellow Turban Army that attacked the camp that the Han army is now in a panic and seriously injured, you hurry up and hit me. Therefore, the soldiers screamed more and more miserably, and some of them had become dry and hoarse, so they stopped for a short time, picked up the water bladder next to them, took a sip of water, moistened their throats, and then began to shout again.

When their voices came out, they felt miserable, describing their feelings. Even the screams of pain they make when they are really injured cannot be compared to their current screams, at most only four or five out of ten.

Pouting, a soldier stared at the scarecrow in front of him, and the whole person looked vicissitudes. He couldn't tell how many arrows the scarecrow had hit, or how many arrows were left on the scarecrow, but it was probably dense. Because the soldier's free hand touched the ground around his body, and what he touched was a branch of feathered arrows, and one could imagine what kind of storm the scarecrow was going through when he was standing.

With so many arrows, it is not easy to collect them in this invisible mist. Just thinking about using the opponent's arrows to kill the opponent, his motivation returns, which is really exciting and exciting!

"Here we go." Lu Zhi lifted the curtain of the handsome tent, and what came into his eyes was still a white mist. But this did not prevent Lu Zhi from judging from the shouts of the soldiers, and the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Bandit Army that he was guarding against had arrived and launched a surprise attack.

Just as Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song designed and conjectured, the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Thieves still chose to do it, because they couldn't refuse this opportunity. At the same time, this opportunity was also given by Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song themselves, in order to weave an excellent opportunity, it is not easy, and at the same time, it is not easy to make people believe and give it the motivation to start.

Now that he sees it, Lu Zhi is no longer worried, because the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Thief Army chose to do it! His worries finally disappeared completely, compared to the so-called "raid" of the Yellow Turban Thief Army, he was actually more afraid that they would not move and enter Guangzong City!

The entire battalion, in the mist, had been built into a barrel-like defense by him. Not only are there arrow towers everywhere to protect it, but many pits have also been dug at the back of the camp, which is the direction chosen by the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Bandits.

Not only that, the trenches, the rejection of horses, even if the Yellow Turban Thieves really use cavalry to charge the camp, they will find out what will be in front of them. Because even in such a situation, the cavalry could not advance far, let alone in the fog.

Lu Zhi actually thought that the Yellow Turban Thief Army could see in the fog, after all, the demon fog arose because of it, so it was natural to be able to see in the fog. Just, what about that?

Lu Zhi is now like a fisherman fishing by the river, with no sorrow or joy in his heart, moving according to his own rhythm. Yingchuan Yellow Turban is the fish that bites the hook, and now it is still in the strongest and most serious state of struggle, he must first let him jump for a while and consume his physical strength before finally harvesting this fish.

It's like fishing and it's like war. Be patient, but at the same time, be determined to seize the opportunity when it comes. Now, it is that opportunity, of course Lu Zhi will not give up, and will not let the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Thief Army merge with Guangzong's Yellow Turban main force.

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