The rebel camp under the moon was filled with shouts and shouts.
When Zhao Yun came, he saw a bonfire blazing and pieces of smoke rising straight into the sky.
What about eating? Hundreds of thousands of troops are eating.
This is not a good sign.
Once people are full and full, they will always do something that makes them scream.
For example, attack Xizhou City.
He is also the commander-in-chief of an army, and he has fought on the battlefield. The current situation is that once the rebels attack the city, Xizhou will be defeated. It is not that the fighting power of the Huwei army is not enough, but that the number of casualties in successive battles has been ten.
Without three, there is such a huge disparity in military strength that it would be impossible to withstand it.
In this way, you can't take the wrong approach.
Kill King Hanjiang and see who has the nerve to shout.
"Old official, where are you?" Zhao Yun held a sword in one hand and a portrait in the other, floating around like a ghost.
The portrait, since it belongs to King Hanjiang, has been prepared.
It’s not easy to come here, but you can’t find the wrong target.
"It's just you."
Zhao Yun spotted a military tent and rushed in like a ghost.
There was someone in the tent, a tall and rough man, just like him. He was sneaking around, and when he got closer, he found out that he was drinking secretly.
Drunk and drunken people are cowardly! There is going to be a big war, Mr. Zhao understands it very well.
"Who?" Feeling the cool breeze blowing behind his back, the man suddenly turned around.
His reaction was not slow, but Zhao Yun was faster. He put a sword between his eyebrows, saying silently and loudly: "Be honest, hello, me, hello, everyone."
"you."
The reckless man was frightened, his face turned pale, and his legs were trembling.
"Where is King Hanjiang?" Zhao Yun said without any nonsense, his words were cold and calm.
As soon as these words came out, the reckless man immediately understood that this person was here to carry out an assassination.
He was so dazed that there was a stinging pain in the center of his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.
It was Zhao Yun who was warning, at such a life-and-death moment, why are you deserting!
"My hero, have mercy on me." The man hurriedly stopped and pointed in a direction with trembling fingers.
"Go to sleep!"
Zhao Yun knocked him unconscious with one palm and stripped him naked.
He became very self-conscious, wore the armor of a reckless man, and went out struttingly. By the way, he also painted his face black and black.
It was dark, so no one could see his face clearly, and no one stared at him.
Having just experienced a big battle, there are many people who are as messy as him.
Whoosh!
He is still like a ghost, walking normally when someone passes by.
When no one was around, his legs and feet became abnormally numb, and he was like a black shadow as he walked quickly between military tents.
I don't know when he finally settled down.
It's not that I'm tired, but if I go further, it's a restricted area.
Yes, it is a restricted area where ordinary soldiers and even junior commanders with low military ranks are strictly prohibited from entering.
"The defense is quite tight."
Zhao Yun hid in the dark, taking advantage of the faint starlight to look in one direction.
Over there, there is a huge tent, surrounded by many guards patrolling with swords, many of whom are experts. Teams of people are criss-crossing the tent, not even a fly can fly in, let alone people.
With such tight protection, it must be King Hanjiang's camp.
Zhao Yun did not act rashly, otherwise it would be a trap.
"His Majesty."
Sure enough, soon we saw clues that Hanjiang King came out on his own.
The guards were respectful and spoke the highest honorific title. That's right. They had already rebelled. It was reasonable to proclaim themselves emperor. Didn't King Yang also wear a dragon robe when he committed suicide?
"substitute."
Zhao Yun said something in his heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.
King Hanjiang came out of the camp, absolutely
Yes, it's a fake.
This matter depends on the temperament. King Hanjiang exists. He dominates the Western Regions and is a prince. He is as majestic as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. At least, he cannot weaken Yang Xuance.
Take a look at this person again. Apart from his resemblance to Wang Hanjiang, there is nothing about him that has the aura of a king.
"You're not stupid." Zhao Yun sneered. This was obviously a trap.
As for the real Han Jiang King, most of them are not in the army, and ordinary soldiers must not know where he is hiding.
"You continue to act."
Zhao Yun took one last look and retreated into darkness.
He did not leave, but took advantage of the night to go to the rear of the army.
Just as he said, after finally coming here, he had to make some noise. He couldn't find King Hanjiang, so he burned his food and grass. When the fifty-strong army had no food to eat, let's see if you can still jump around.
At this moment, the real King of Hanjiang is on a mountain peak.
He was waiting, waiting for the fire to break out in the city, and sent so many assassins to assassinate Marshal Huwei. It was almost midnight, but there was no movement at all.
"Missed?" King Hanjiang murmured, his eyes dimming uncertainly.
"We'll go there again." The speaker was a man in black robes, with eyes as deep as the abyss.
This person is not simple, he is the boss of the Seven Heavenly Evils. In terms of martial arts, there are really not many people in this world who can beat him.
"No need." King Hanjiang snorted coldly.
Xizhou City was captured, and there was only one battle left.
When the soldiers have enough food and drink, they will be able to overcome the barrier in one fell swoop.
After all, he was still afraid of death and being assassinated.
It is precisely because of fear that he dare not send out the top experts around him.
Keep him well, keep him safe.
Here, Zhao Yun, like a gust of wind, calmed down again.
The rebels' food and fodder were not far away, heavily guarded, and there were many hidden auras in the darkness. There were many masters hidden there. Even with his perception, it would be difficult to find them all at once.
Can't find
, so I stopped looking for it.
He put away the Qinghong Sword, rolled up his sleeves, and sneaked in.
The martial arts leader of Jianghu, the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty, has the potential to be a thief.
Under the moonlight, he was sneaky and looked like a thief no matter where he looked.
"Come on babies."
Zhao Yun chose a place and threw a torch.
King Hanjiang was also unlucky. Before the fire broke out in the city, his own backyard burned first.
The food and grass are piled up like mountains. Once they are burned, the fire will reach into the sky.
"Firefighting."
Noisy shouts then filled the military camp.
There was a fire and everything was in chaos.
When King Hanjiang saw it, he couldn't even breathe. Whose talent was this? He came to steal his escape in the middle of the night.
"It looks warm."
On the other side, Yun Lan had raised her head, and the firelight illuminated the dark night like day.
She could see it, how could she not see the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who were stationed on the city wall?
Marshal Huwei also came to see the fire in the west. It was really a wonderful scenery at night.
"Zhao Zilong's masterpiece?" Qin Shan said in his heart.
Yes, it must be that person's handiwork.
Whether it's capturing a thief or a king, or burning food and grass, it's all a surprise attack.
"Marshal, kill him!" All the generals asked for help.
"Hold the city gate." Qin Shan said sonorously.
With his small amount of troops, if he goes out, he is seeking death.
If it were Zhao Yun, it would definitely be like this. King Hanjiang is still there, and so are the commanders of the other side. Even if the food and grass are burned, the position will not be disrupted in a short period of time. Rushing to kill him at this moment is tantamount to suicide.
"gone."
Zhao Yun lost his torch and retreated immediately.
It was a coincidence that as soon as he ran out, he bumped into an acquaintance.