"It seems that it still didn't work out." Zhang Corner was on the high platform of the Taoist altar, looking up at the sky, with a faint sense of loss.

This was already expected by him, he just tried, success is of course good, failure is not unexpected. Lei is domineering and can't put a wisp of his mind on it, but he still follows with a wisp of his mind from afar, and sees everything that happens from afar.

There was some ambiguity, but he knew that when the thunder pillar was about to hit Lu Zhi, there was a greater resistance. That is a life that makes Lu Zhi even stronger, although it is a little weak compared to Lu Zhi's heyday life, but in the face of dignity, it is even better. The two phases were blocked, and the speed of the thunder pillar dropped again and again, until the end, but there was no way to bring the result that Zhang Jiao wanted to see.

The theory of destiny is ethereal, just like the destiny of heaven, visible and invisible. There are too many forks in the road in a person's life, either turning left or right, and the result will be completely different. Just like he Zhang Jiao, maybe he obtained the Taiping Technique at the beginning, but did not choose to set foot on the road he is taking now, which is a different result.

The mandate of heaven is in people, and it is not up to people.

Who can do it by me? He's up to me now, but he still can't help it, but he still has a choice, he still chooses what he chooses.

After a while, Zhang Jiao laughed softly, no matter whether he failed or not, the sky would still fall after all. He just looked at it, and he had already seen the approximate results, which made him a little surprised, but with a hint of pleasure.

After laughing for a long time, Zhang Jiao's smile gradually subsided, and he shouted, "Zhao Hong." ”

Under the altar, there were many generals of the Yellow Turban Army, a few big ditch commanders, and many small ditch commanders, all of whom were waiting quietly. Basically, two-thirds of the high-level members of the Yellow Turban Army gathered here, and when Zhang Jiao appeared, they spontaneously gathered here at the Taoist altar, and everything Zhang Jiao did just now fell into their eyes.

A general stood up, "Hiroshi! ”

"You lead 10,000 soldiers out of the battle, be sure to approach the Han army camp, don't go into the fog, continue to put pressure on the Han army camp, and at the same time, if the Han army comes out, kill them all! It must not be allowed to build defenses outside of the fog. ”

"Yes! Zhao Hong commanded! Zhao Hong clenched his fists and immediately turned around and ran towards the outside of the altar. He got into his horse, which was tied to the outside, and immediately headed for the camp in the city.

In the Yellow Turban Army, there is no need for any credentials to transfer troops, and because of the crazy worship of Zhang Jiao, no one will do the act of transferring troops without authorization. In addition, the Yellow Turban Army is divided by a large canal and a small canal, because every time the troops are transferred to battle, they are actually just letting them lead the soldiers under their command out of battle.

Zhao Hong, it turned out to be the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, the Xiaoqu Shuai under Zhang Mancheng, the commander of the big canal, but he was asked back by Zhang Jiao. Zhao Hong has the ability to command the army, so he sent Zhao Hong to fight, Zhang Jiao was not worried that there would be too many problems, and now even if the Han army wants to pull out the camp, it is very difficult to be afraid, and the dense fog he summoned can last for four days!

"Report!" The guards walked into Lu Zhi's tent.

Lu Zhi, who was on top of the handsome position, turned around, the expression on his face was extremely cold, not angry, and murderous. The attack not long ago really made him angry, if it wasn't for the fact that Cao Mengde happened to come to discuss, I was afraid that it would be him who was struck by lightning!

Cao Mengde, who saved him, is still unconscious until now, and is still being cared for by the military doctor in the army. He was seriously injured after just touching a moment, and it was him, so he was afraid that he would die right now, right? Under life and death, how can you not be shocked, how can you not be afraid? Rao is Lu Zhi is a great Confucian, he has a very high level of cultivation on weekdays, and his joy and anger are invisible, and the emotions in his heart still appear on his face at this moment.

"Say."

The half-kneeling guards didn't dare to slack off, and immediately told the latest military situation, "Report to the commander, our scouts have left the barracks, and roughly touched the scope of the fog. In addition to the fog that enveloped the camp, the fog covered a distance of about five hundred paces around the camp. In addition, the scouts also found that the gate of Guangzong was wide open, and the Yellow Turban Thief Army was leaving the city. ”

"Our army engineers have built three beacons, and they are still expanding outward."

"Pass my military order, dare to die in the battalion. Eat the city army of the Yellow Turban Thieves. Lu Zhi took out a token for the transfer of troops, walked to the guard, and handed it to him.

There is not much fog in the tent now, although the fog outside is still invading inward, but inside Lu Zhi's tent, there are six strong men who are constantly waving fans. Their arms swung constantly, and the strong wind from the fans dispersed the mist through the doors that were exposed by the curtains.

"Yes!" The guards took the order and immediately walked out of the tent.

He even had some excitement in his heart now, because the death battalion was also the strongest battalion in the Guangzong Han army! Some people also call it the Dare Battalion, .ne because they have no dare to fight, and the soldiers in the battalion are extremely brave! Before coming to Guangzong, there were several fierce battles in Jizhou, and several encounters after arriving in Guangzong, the death camp was the most brilliant battalion, and it was also the battalion that frightened the Yellow Turban Thieves the most.

Now that they heard that the death battalion was going to fight, the guards couldn't help but feel the excitement in their hearts, because this was going to make the Yellow Turban Thieves suffer again! For that group of rebellious ministers and thieves, of course, we can't keep our hands, and we must let them truly regret the choices they made.

"Death camp! Death camp! "Running quickly in the camp, I can't see too many scenes, and I can only rely on my memory to search for the location of the death camp in the camp. But there was not much to refer to, so he could only keep shouting, and as long as any soldier in the death camp heard his shout and answered, then he could go by the voice.

"What is it called! The fog is so thick, don't let Lao Tzu sleep well? Noisy, noisy what! ”

A gruff voice came from the other side of the mist, and when the guards heard it, they were immediately overjoyed and chased away in the direction where the sound had disappeared. As for the somewhat crude content, he didn't care about it, because the death battalion was like this, not to mention that he had already recognized the owner of that voice, the captain of the death battalion.

The guards ran for a while, and they didn't know if they had come to the garrison of the death camp, so they could only shout loudly: "The commander has an order, the death camp is out of battle!" ”

"It turned out to be a handsome order, hehe." A voice rang in the guard's ears, and a large hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"Boys, you're getting tired, put down what you're doing. Don't tell me you're busy, you can't do anything now, those yellow turban seeds outside have itchy skin, it's time for us to loosen the soil for them, see the blood! ”

"The whole camp is assembled! Death battalion, out of battle! ”

(End of chapter)