Silent, long, dreary journey, after a long walk through the forest, Yun Ting finally stopped, and at the end of his vision was the Oneiroi machine.

Oneiroi shuttled through the forest, moving lightly, leaping over the rocks and the roots of the trees jutting out of the ground. Every step he took was huge, and he only used his strength to jump, using the explosive power of his toes and tendons to rush out. Jumping down and jumping up and down, if anyone could see his character panel now, they could see that his movement speed was constantly rising. All of a sudden, the speed increased, and then it plummeted, which was caused by the momentary pause of the toe on the ground.

By the time the Oneiroi came to Yun Ting, there was already a slight sweat on his forehead, and his chest was constantly lying together, controlling his breathing, and every time it was extremely regular. Behind him, the startled chirping of birds and birds was far and wide, and by the time Oneiroi stopped, the sound had gradually disappeared, and the surroundings were completely calm.

Yun Ting didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly: "Where is the location?" ”

He didn't doubt that Oneiroi would not be able to find a base camp for the League of Players, which would be a breeze for a man who was thousands of years ahead of the Three Kingdoms in everything, especially a dreamer who was good at tracking and counter-tracking. This is not blind faith, but absolute self-confidence, so Yun Ting doesn't ask if the Oneiroi Machine has successfully found the target, because he will definitely be able to find it!

"Come with me." Oneiroi nodded slightly, not the slightest nonsense. When he finished saying these three words, as a very deep breath slowly spit out from his mouth, he turned around, and his body burst out suddenly.

"The whole army obeys the order! Hurry up! Keep an eye on your nearest companion! ”

While giving the order, Yun Ting smiled, took a deep breath, and quickly followed the Oneiroi machine with both feet. He is two positions behind the Oneiroi machine, and he doesn't care about falling behind, as long as he firmly follows the Oneiroi machine.

There was a chorus of footsteps behind him, and Yun Ting turned his face slightly sideways and swept it with the afterglow of his eyes, completely relieved his heart, and re-stared at the Oneiroi machine running in front, and devoted himself to the rapid gallop. There were many soldiers who followed him firmly, almost three or four positions behind, and the gap might widen over time, but Yun Ting was not worried. Even if there are soldiers who are getting farther and farther away from him due to physical reasons, and they can't even see his back, as long as someone can follow him and see his figure.

One by one, those who are behind follow the front and can see the soldiers running further ahead, so that even if they are behind, they will not be left behind. What's more, all the soldiers in this army are very good in physical fitness, which Yun Ting can see from the rapid march from time to time on the road in the past few days! These are all elite soldiers sent by Zhang Jiao to Yun Ting, it is better to lack than to abuse, these two hundred soldiers are specially selected by Yun Ting, if there are really soldiers who have fallen behind, then Yun Ting doesn't have to do anything, just take a bubble of and cover his eyes!

In this way, in this deep forest, where there seemed to be no open land in sight, a new round of frightening began, and the birds that had just been quiet flew into the air again, fluttering their wings, while constantly chirping, and looking at the group of people who were hurrying forward below with vigilant and curious eyes.

"Is it finally here?"

On the other side, Rin Dong let out a long breath, and the heart that was almost hanging in his throat fell back to its original place. Even though the scouts kept returning along the way, his heart was always empty when he didn't really see it, and now he finally saw the long-awaited army, and he was completely relieved.

Lying on the hillside, surrounded by fine shrubs, and the branches and vines of the greenery he wore adorn, he was completely hidden, and even if he looked closely, it was impossible to see the difference between him and his surroundings, let alone the army below, which was still far away. Even if that army was wearing the soldiers' clothes of the Han court's army, Rin Dong recognized them as his target, because the scouts along the way kept probing, and a series of intelligence kept feeding, unless he was really an idiot, he would not believe that this was a Han army.

He stared closely at the Yellow Turban Army that was still marching, and his heart "thumped" as the soldiers and ox carts marched. Rindong's palm has been clenched into a fist, and his nails are deeply embedded in the flesh, and his palm is greasy, and it doesn't hurt, but it's covered with sweat.

All around him were players dressed in the same costume or brought with them Aboriginal soldiers, all of whom looked down closely, their eyes unblinking, and the excitement and tension in their hearts continued to expand, but they always suppressed these two emotions and did not allow themselves to make any superfluous movements. Near, far, and farther away, people in ambush were all in between, all waiting for their prey to step into the trap and enter their ambush circle.

There were people waiting around Winter, more nervous than the other players, because they were the heralds who decided everything, or rather began. So they had to watch Winter, and when he gave the order to start the ambush, he used the whistle he had practiced for a long time to imitate the call of a bird, so that players in the distance could hear it and attack together.

"Why did they stop?" Rin Dong muttered to himself, and suddenly uneasiness appeared in his heart.

In his eyes, the marching army, which had been extremely fast, suddenly slowed down, slowed down, and finally came to a complete halt. They stopped a few dozen paces away from the ambush circle set up by Winter, and just stopped like that, not moving a single step. They

"Hurry!" There is a player who shouts silently in his heart, and he is anxious to see it, and he has an urge to rush down and let these Yellow Turban soldiers quickly kill him, so as to step into the trap and break his bones.

There are players and aboriginal soldiers with the same mentality as this player, and even if they are in a hurry, they still have to lie quietly on their stomachs, so that the army below will not find any clues and the operation will fail. They breathed, cold air coming in from their noses, and another scorching breath came out with the heat in their chests. And so on and so forth, and gradually, they began to get agitated.

The Yellow Turban army below remained motionless.

Suddenly, a man on horseback appeared in their field of vision, and he rode out.

"Someone! Bring up the table and stools I have prepared, as well as my wine and food, Uncle Ben sees that the wind and sun are beautiful today, and the sky is cloudless, it is really a good time for a picnic! The phoenix-eating toad cried out on the horse.

His loud voice...... Well, in fact, it is the skill "Loud Drink" that players can comprehend, coupled with the original loud voice, so this sound continues to spread, and it can be heard by the ambushes in the distance.

"Poof!" One of the players who had been holding his breath let out a mouthful of saliva, and then immediately covered his mouth with his hands to drown out the sound of coughing.

"yes, I'm sorry." He was crying, and most of his saliva was on the corner of his mouth. He whispered an apology to the players around him, "I ...... I really didn't mean to, I couldn't help it, I couldn't squirt a mouthful of blood, and I ended up squirting a mouthful of saliva! ”

The player next to him patted him on the shoulder silently, indicating that he also had this urge to vomit blood, but he forcibly held back so that there would not be such a mouthful of water squirting, and forcibly stopped the tragic experience of choking on his own saliva.

At this time, under the tense, serious and dull atmosphere of these ambush soldiers, there was a change underneath.

The Yellow Turban soldiers carried a small table, plus two stools, and then several soldiers served several dishes, plus a pot of wine, two cups, and a few fruits after the meal. In this way, in full view of everyone, Shi Shiran, the toad who ate the phoenix, dismounted and walked towards the stool.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, turned to Wang Meng who was nearby, and said, "Come on, General Wang, come to the table and drink with me!" ”

After speaking, the toad that ate the phoenix did not wait for Wang Meng's answer, took a few steps forward, and sat on the stool. Not only that, but he also cocked Erlang's legs, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip of wine with a "tsk".

"I was moving on my way, and I heard the birds chirping in the woods. This piece of good mountain scenery is really not suitable for marching. The toad that ate the phoenix sang hoarsely, shaking his head, looking intoxicated by himself.

He doesn't care if it's the tune of the empty city plan or not, he adapts it in his own way, as long as he listens to it comfortably! Of course, all this was said by him with the skill of "big drinking", including these lines that he sang later.

"Poof." This time it wasn't the player from before who made the sound, it was Rinwinter, his eyes widening and a meaningless grunt coming out of his throat.

He really had the urge to squirt blood.

(End of chapter)