"Kill!"

Two thousand five hundred elite cavalrymen suddenly appeared, and they slaughtered the looming Yellow Turban Army's grain transport troops.

"Huh?"

And the commander of the Yellow Turban Army below is a little at a loss, they have never been discovered, why are they ambushed by a Han army today?

"Kill! Kill Lao Tzu, Ben Jiang wants to see what kind of flowers this Yellow Turban Army can play for Ben General! ”

Zhang Liao, the commander of the Han army here, didn't know whether he was using his roar to vent his anger at being played with, or if he was using his roar to suppress the fear in his heart, or both. Zhang Liao, who was so above, galloped wildly, and took the lead in crashing into the Yellow Turban Army, which was still in a daze escorting grain and grass.

"Poof~"

With the first glimpse of bright blood stains floating on this path, the faintly scorching figure of the entire Yellow Turban Army finally appeared in front of the entire Han army. Their incredulous expressions and dazed appearances made the Han army, who had just been frightened for a long time, viciously let out a breath of resentment in their hearts.

"Help~"

As soon as they saw that the Han army was indeed attacking them, coupled with the crowd falling on the side like harvested wheat, some of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army finally couldn't help the fear in their hearts and fled in all directions.

"Where to run!"

Looking at a yellow-turban thief who was dressed in an extraordinary way and obviously looked like a small commander, the sound of Zhang Liao's bow and arrows sounded like a wise eye, and the war horse under the seat of the little commander who was running wildly was an arrow in the buttocks, and he threw off the little commander on the horseback alive.

"Hmph, don't just be caught!"

Looking at the little commander who was still running after the pain of falling off the horse, the angry Zhang Liao chased after the horse. Fortunately, the soldiers of this Yellow Turban Army are not good at ordinary combat power, and the commander's cowardice ran first, so Zhang Liao, who had no blocking power at all, caught up with the little commander who was still running happily on two legs. After slapping him with the back of the knife, Zhang Liao, who put the blade on his neck, said hatefully.

Say. What the hell is going on with this force of yours! ”

Just now, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Liao, who had already broken the cloth bag on the convoy, revealing the yellow and clear millet, and asked in a condensed voice.

"No wonder we couldn't find the grain route of the Yellow Turban Army, it turned out that the troops who sent food were able to 'sneak'!"

I secretly blamed myself for being careless Zhang Liao for nearly a month. At the same time, the strength of the hand is also increasing little by little. He also thought that the Yellow Turban Army had dug a large cellar under Ge County to store grain and grass! It turns out that this is the case, and there is a steady stream of grain and grass in the backline!

Zhang Liao, who seemed to be being toyed with by the Yellow Turban Army in front of him, was angry and gently patted the head of the Yellow Turban Army leader twice with the back of his knife again.

"General, general, the little one is just an escort of grain and grass! That's what you know! ”

It's big summer though. But the feeling of the blade resting on the neck was so chilly. The little commander, who was almost frightened and his liver trembled, said this sentence to defend himself in a trembling voice.

"Bastard! To say it or not to say it! ”

Zhang Liao, who pressed the blade down slightly, asked the captain with a smile again. And he pressed down a trace of the blade, which also cut a layer of skin on the little leader, causing his neck to bleed.

Zhang Liao's face at this moment is no longer the gentle and elegant Confucian general he pursued in the past, and he is in an extremely bad mood, and the words in his mouth are also rushing at this moment.

"General, I really don't know!"

The little commander who was pressed under the blade was about to cry at this moment. He really doesn't know, if he loses his life for this one who doesn't know, then he is really a big loss!

"I don't know. Then you go to die! ”

Seeing that this little commander didn't seem to be fake, Zhang Liao, who frowned, immediately lifted the long knife and made it look like he was about to chop it down.

"General, general, I remember! Before leaving, Zhang Mancheng Qu Shuai seemed to put a paper roll in the team, I don't know if you are referring to it. ”

Seeing the long knife that was about to fall, the little commander suddenly thought of a question after raising his brain to the limit. That is, although they themselves do not feel invisible. But he, who had sent grain and grass to the front several times, had heard the news from other soldiers.

"Go find it!"

Glancing slightly at the enemy army on the battlefield who no longer resisted, Zhang Liao, who held the big knife in his hand, said to the little commander of the Yellow Turban Army who was trembling on the ground with an indifferent expression.

"Yes. Yes, yes! ”

The little commander who slowly got up, looked at his subordinates who were running clean all around, and scolded him twice in his heart, but he still walked towards a car that was not escorting grain and grass. He walked in front of the car and squatted on the side of the wheel. I'm testing something with my hands.

"Found it, found it~"

I don't know where the little commander found a yellow cloth roll from under the car, and he was so happy that he hurriedly handed over this thing that might save his life to Zhang Liao.

Zhang Liao, who is a master of art, is not afraid of the little leader of the Yellow Turban Army, and he took over the yellow cloth roll, and after two bumps in his hand, he directly spread it.

"Mystic? Sneaking in the Night"

After the yellow cloth scroll was unfolded, six big characters filled Zhang Liao's eyes.

"This?"

Zhang Liao, who had just stared at it, found that these six big characters slowly floated out of the yellow cloth scroll and disappeared into the heavens and the earth. At the same time, the yellow cloth roll with good toughness that Zhang Liao had just held in his hand was also scattered everywhere like soot.

"Take the captives and go!"

After lowering his head and thinking secretly for a while, Zhang Liao decisively took the soldiers and horses and hurriedly returned to the camp in a big circle.

……

At the other end of the picture, Zhang Mancheng, who was sleeping early, was suddenly awakened and sat up. As if he knew something was wrong, he hurriedly ran to his incense burner, and sure enough, one of the incense candles had been extinguished. This also means that the spell corresponding to this incense candle has been seen through, and he can no longer perform it. Heartbroken, he slapped the table and yelled outside.

"Come on, go and send scouts to Benqu Shuai to the front, and see what happened to the grain transport team sent out a few days ago!"

Zhang Mancheng, who was furious, went out of the door and kicked a soldier who was on duty with a hateful kick.

"This time the loss is big, the great sage and good master gave me so many secret techniques to let me consume the Han army, and now this best secret technique has failed, what should I do?" (To be continued.) )