The scorching sun, but can not cover the monstrous flames, it is under the noon sun, a flame rises in the sky, immediately as if encountering an oil field, it burns up with a bang, on both sides of the cliff not far from Wuguan, dozens of huge fireballs with a ball diameter, whistling and rolling down to the bottom, the raging flames exude penetrating heat, far away, you can feel the scorching meaning from above, where it passes, all with the burning.

"Uncle, retreat with me, if you don't leave, it'll be too late." In the big tent, as the fireballs were pushed and rolled down, they were already in chaos, and many people were crying and running wildly, trying to find a place to escape, Zhang Xiu ran to his uncle's tent as soon as the incident happened, and roared loudly before he could fully rush inside.

Zhang Ji's subordinates, when the loud bang sounded earlier, they had already seen their retreat, blocked by a pile of rocks, although more people have not yet reacted to what happened, but there are also people who feel deeply uneasy, but the sudden change in the situation came too quickly, just before everyone had time to react, on the cliffs on both sides, a huge fireball has been thrown down, the weather in May is already hot and dry, although the vegetation is green and verdant, in the place where the fireball that has been doused with fire oil passes, It burned rapidly, and in just a moment, under the cliff, it had become a sea of fire.

Zhang Ji's eyes were a little dazed, until now, he still couldn't believe that Zang Ba had such a strategy, a fire, burned all his hopes, but, how did those things get there? After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Ji couldn't figure it out, and at this time, his mind had already become a mess under the impact of successive things.

On May 20, 207 A.D., under the Wuguan, between the mountain roads not far away, a war was suddenly launched. According to the strategy of the Tsing Yi scribe, Zang Ba first sent his henchman lieutenant to circumnavigate along the ridge, and then he quietly transported the hay that had been transported from the rear to the peaks on both sides, and then tied the hay into balls, on which was poured with a layer of fire oil and placed. After that, Zang Ba's men were divided into two parts, one of them began to quietly move the gravel and other debris collected from various places to a mountain peak, while the other part of the people took local materials and gathered the gravel and other debris all over the mountain. Soon, after everything was ready, Zang Ba did not wait for the people who made a detour to cut off the grain route, so he took action first.

Wuguan, built between the mountain roads, when Zang Ba came here, he opened up a small road on the peaks on both sides for people to walk, the place where the small road entered, there was a special team of 300 soldiers guarded, even if someone can really find out, and come here, I am afraid that it will end up with hatred. It's just that I didn't expect that the path that I had worked so hard to open up at that time would become the key to the success or failure of the war at this time, which is why Zhang Ji didn't figure out how those things and people appeared on the mountain peaks until this time? You must know that in order to find the weakness of Wuguan, Zhang Ji sent people around to find a way to go up the mountain, but in the end he returned without a problem. On both sides of the mountain road, the cliffs are almost connected in pieces, not to mention the steepness, in some places, the day after tomorrow has been polished, smooth to death, to climb with bare hands, it has become almost impossible.

The fire was raging, Zhang Ji's distracted back Zhang Xiu pulled and ran out, the entire camp was already full of howls, curses, and cries at this time, Zhang Xiu turned a deaf ear to these, and just pulled his uncle to run quickly. Carefully dodging the flames spreading along the road, a group of people gradually ran to the passage blocked by the rubble, at this time, there are already a lot of survivors digging, but there are too many gravel, digging for a while on the top of the scattered down, it is a long time later, only a small part of the dug out, and at this time, those originally green vegetation, under the scorching heat, has also followed the flames, the flames, gradually rushed towards the place where everyone is.

"Hateful Zang Ba, he actually used this poisonous trick, pity my 50,000 army, and he will die here before the war starts, the thief God ......" Looking at the flames getting closer and closer, Zhang Ji's heart was desolate, at this time, what he thought of in his heart was the more than 10,000 soldiers of Hu Che'er who were sent out by him, looking at Zhang Xiu with a face full of black ash around him, Zhang Ji's heart was in pain, if he had known that this was the end, he would have sent this nephew to go, it was better than accompanying himself and leaving his life here.

When the battle started, Zang Ba stared at the gate in a daze, until the flames were monstrous, Zang Ba did not move, thinking about what he had overheard before, Zang Ba's heart was like ashes.

According to the design of the green-shirted scribe at the beginning, the person who made the detour to rob the grain should have set off at a very early age, and Zang Ba also ordered it like this, but the so-called his henchman and general were postponed for various reasons, and it was ridiculous that he thought that everything was true, who would have thought that this person who had been by his side for a few years was actually the person in the hands of this green-shirted scribe. And then after he left, the task on his body has changed, no longer to rob the grain road, but to rob people, every time he thinks of this, Zang Ba's heart only shudders.

Who exactly is the Tsing Yi scribe? Looking at what he has done, what has he to do? How could a person with such a mind remain unknown for so many years? Zang Ba didn't know, and he didn't want to know at this time, looking at the soldiers of Zhang Ji who were in a sea of fire, Zang Ba only felt that he was different from him Zhang Ji? One is in the fire, and the other is in the ice cave.

"Let's go, uncle, we must insist on going out, otherwise how can we get revenge for this sea of blood?" Zhang Xiu's handsome face was full of hideous looks, at this time he couldn't care much about it, and ordered the guards who followed him to stack two layers of arhats, Zhang Xiu pushed Zhang Ji, who was already numb, up the ladder, and roared so that the guards around him also climbed up.

"Take the general away, go back to Wancheng, don't look back, go back to Wancheng, go back to Wancheng......" Zhang Xiu raised his head proudly, looked at his uncle who still hadn't returned to God, and couldn't help but mourn in his heart, and then full of hatred rose to the sky, Zhang Xiu's bloody eyes were red, and he shouted loudly at the guards who climbed up with Zhang Ji, his voice was hoarse and low, but with a kind of ruthlessness that made people feel inexplicably palpitating, which frightened those people's hearts trembling, for a long time, a leading person hugged his fist at Zhang Xiu and said: "Major General Gaoyi, I will die to death, I also want to send the general back to Wancheng......"

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