"Quick, quick. [No pop-ups. Arise, all arise, take up your weapons, and prepare for march. ”

In the temporary resting place of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army, there were many soldiers walking through it, urging the soldiers who were a little slow to speed up. After resting, these Yellow Turban soldiers who chased after you all the way and did not dare to stop at any time, when they got up again, their movements had become very slow. Such a slow action had to be urged to speed them up.

The Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army took action, they were two miles away from the Han army camp in Guangzong, and within a short distance, a thousand meters, the fog that shrouded the Han army camp could already be seen, which was within easy reach.

"How's it going, has the scout heard? What is the movement of the Han army behind, is it catching up? Zhang Bao frowned, and was inexplicably a little worried in his heart.

"Second brother, there is no news." Zhang Liang replied, and motioned to the guards around him to ask.

After a while, the guards returned, bringing the latest news. "General Digong, General Rengong, the scout didn't come back, it is estimated that there is more luck and less luck."

"What?" Zhang Bao suddenly felt his heart clenched tightly by a pair of invisible hands, and suddenly a heavy pressure appeared.

It turned out that he had a premonition, because the return of the scouts was that a scout would come back every once in a while to report the movements of the Han army, but within half an hour, no news came, which means that these scouts may have been cleared by the Han army. It's just that there are still some flukes in his heart, after all, he sent several scout teams, even if they are killed, then there are always a few, or one can come back, right?

But now, after hearing the true reply of his subordinates, he finally found that an extremely bad result had appeared. Now, they are completely discredited with the movements of the Han army. Whether the Han army has caught up or is still hanging far from the rear, there is no way to know.

This is undoubtedly the worst news for the upcoming surprise attack on the camp of the Han army of Guangzong. There is still such an army in the rear, and when the time comes, it will not be able to surprise the attack, but will be encircled.

"Second brother, do we still have to go according to the original plan?" Zhang Liang also realized the current situation, which was nothing more than two choices: attacking or not attacking.

Choose one of the two, but no matter which one you choose, you can't make up your mind completely, which is the most troublesome thing.

Zhang Bao fell into deep thought, he looked at the fog that shrouded around the Han army camp, and his eyes were churning clouds and mist. Looking behind him, in addition to his own soldiers, there were some trees, empty, of course, his eyes could not cross the distance of dozens of miles to see the pursuing Han army, otherwise there would be no need to send scouts.

A few minutes later, Zhang Bao raised his head and said categorically: "Attack!" Now, the whole army is on the offensive! ”

His mist is tough and domineering, ready to shoot. In any case, Zhang Bao could not let such a perfect opportunity slip away. Now it is unrealistic to send scouts to reconnoiter the movements of the Yingchuan Han army, and they can only act faster and faster than them, and launch a surprise attack with the fastest speed!

Fast! They need speed now, to make the most of every second of time.

"Pass the order, speed up! The whole army rushed, with the infantry first, the cavalry left and right, and waited for the infantry to enter the Han army camp first, and then launched a surprise attack. Zhang Bao decisively gave an order.

Also, throw away any excess and unnecessary weight. Now, attack! ”

Tens of thousands of Yingchuan Yellow Turban soldiers began to run, accelerated, stepped out of the sand, rose from their feet, and swayed wantonly around the army. All the soldiers, with cold eyes, looked at the fog, as if they could D penetrate the inside and see the Han army inside.

Eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters. The distance was getting closer and closer, but what could be seen did not become more, and in the eyes of many soldiers, like the Han soldiers inside, they could only see the thick mist. One is on the inside, the other is on the outside, and it is always free and easy to stand outside, and clear.

"Archers ready, S!" When it was two hundred meters, Sun Zhong, a military general under Zhang Bao, shouted, and the 3,000 Yellow Turban archers led by him immediately pulled their bows and arrows towards the Han army camp.

They don't need to aim, they don't have to think about the landing point of the feather arrow, they just need to shoot the feather arrow towards the mist S. This fog in the field of vision marks the outline of the Han army camp, only need to put the feather arrow S in, and the rest depends on luck, but there are always some who can hit the enemy in S, right?

I don't know, because I can't see it, but the archers still keep pulling the bowstring, and several rounds of Qi S, resounding through the sky. It would have been a very magnificent scene, and in fact it was indeed like this, covering the sky like flying locusts, but when it did not enter the Han army camp in the fog, it suddenly disappeared.

The fog was stirred, and there were insect-eaten gaps, but in an instant, the fog retracted and filled these little D's again. But in this short period of time, many sharp-eyed archers saw the scene they were looking forward to, and their faces couldn't help but show joy.

What they saw from the little D who was stirred by the feather arrows and brought out by the tail feathers and the feather arrows D was a Han soldier wearing Han army armor, standing in place like that, as if he was stunned. Before he could react, he was pierced through the chest by an arrow, and the feather arrow did not enter his chest, and it was firmly nailed to his chest.

Immediately, the scene was fleeting, and it was covered up again by the fog. But the Yellow Turban archers were undoubtedly encouraged, and they pulled the bowstrings harder and faster.

"Ahh Help me, save me......"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy ......"

"Ahh My chest hurts, my feet, and my hands! ”

……

All kinds of screams, cries for help, or warnings of the enemy attack on their comrades in the army rang out one after another. Some are heartbreaking, some come to an abrupt end, and some are screaming and earth-shattering, with a picture of panic or fear of death in their tones.

The voices were intertwined, and even the fog was transmitted, so that the Yellow Turban soldiers who were outside the fog could hear it clearly. The morale has increased unconsciously, and the soldiers who were also a little apprehensive about the surprise attack on the Han army camp have completely lost their initial anxiety at this time!

The scene presented at this time is not telling them that the elite Han army is not like this, they will also die and panic?

"Kill!" Many soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, under the leadership of the Yellow Turban leader and the general, went to the Han army camp in the mist.

(End of chapter)