ps: Yesterday my second sister-in-law gave birth to a baby, and she was her second sister. So, everyone understands it. Well, it’s a boy, five pounds and nine taels, and it’s a gentler than our son, hehe.

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When everyone was betting on Zhang Huang, Zhang Huang was actually anxious and uneasy.

He never expected that even his generals would not have guessed that he would come to attack the Northern Army camp at night with his men. The hostile Lu Zhi and others could guess that, and set up an ambush to lure him into a bait.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban soldiers on the periphery were either killed by the infantrymen of the Northern Army Infantry Battalion or by the soundtracks of the Northern Army Infantry Battalion, Zhang Huang's forehead was slightly sweating.

Although there are only four hundred people, you should know that these four hundred people gathered the elites and backbones of the Yellow Turbans in Pingxiang, Jizhou under Zhang Huang. It is no exaggeration to say that if all of these four hundred people were really dead here in battle, then there would be no need for Zhang Huang to fight the next battle, because he had no generals under his command, and he would be even more embarrassed than Guo Dian, the former prefect of Julu, when fighting against the Northern Army in the future.

Unless Zhang Niujiao from Bingzhou and Zhang Bao from Anping Country of Jizhou come to support him in time.

But unfortunately, neither of the two men seemed to take the initiative to help Zhang Huang. Furthermore, even if they took a step back, Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Bao were willing to bring people to help, I am afraid that Zhang Huang would not be able to arrive at the time of reinforcements.

[What to do? What to do? What to do?!]

Zhang Huang looked around with great speed, striving to find a way for him and his generals to break out in this iron barrel ambush that could be called ambushing. Unfortunately, the Northern Army soldiers here are too dense, so dense that they all look around, and it is not an exaggeration to call them the crowd.

In this case, let alone him, Zhang Huang, even if Sun Jian came in person, he would probably not be able to lead his deployment to rush out.

[Is it over like that?]

The cold sweat on Zhang Huang's forehead was getting more and more.

"Little Heavenly Master..." Guo Tai and others seemed to see the frustration and anxiety in Zhang Huang's heart, and their expressions were inevitably affected.

Maybe they have guessed something.

"..." Looking at the pairs of eyes that were originally full of hope but are gradually becoming dim, Zhang Huang opened his mouth speechlessly. At this time, there seemed to be a voice in his heart warning him not to continue like this, otherwise, the team he had finally started would collapse and collapse here.

"Little Heavenly Master..." Guo Tai looked at Zhang Huang deeply, and then he took a deep breath, with a few traces of determination in his eyes.

[Even so, I will let the little Tianshi leave this place safely...]

Thinking of this, Guo Tai, Han Xian and Yang Feng looked at each other and exchanged glances tacitly.

"Little Heavenly Master..." Guo Tai turned his head and looked at Zhang Huang. Just as he was about to express his thoughts, he suddenly laughed.

"Hahahahahahahahaha--!"

"Little... Heavenly Master?" The Yellow Turban soldiers nearby looked at Zhang Huang in shock, wondering whether the little Heavenly Master was in a desperate situation.

At this moment, Zhang Huang glanced at his nearby subordinates with a smile on his face, and sneered in a relaxed tone. "Why do you look sad? It's like we have no hope of survival..."

"Little... what the little Tianshi said." Yang Feng squeezed out a far-fetched smile with difficulty, but after looking around, those smiles suddenly turned into bitter smiles. "It's just that the current situation... I can't see where the way to live..."

His words inevitably made the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers feel sad.

Yes. Facing the Northern Army soldiers who were rushing around like a tide, where can there be any way to live?

"There is no way to live?" Zhang Huang patted Yang Feng's shoulder and then smiled relaxedly. "Since the Northern Army has no way to live for us, let's fight for a way to live by ourselves!... This is what ability!"

As soon as this said, the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers were shocked suddenly, all looking at Zhang Huang with incredible eyes. Then, the already dim expression suddenly became a few more charms.

"Did the little Tianshi have an idea?" Guo Tai asked hurriedly with joy.

"Well!" Zhang Huang responded without comment, and then looked back and smiled calmly, "Don't be impatient, young people, we still have a chance. Let me ask you first... Who can do the fog technique?"

The fog-rise technique, as the name suggests, is a Taoist technique similar to the clouds and rain. It belongs to the spells of the Six Ding and Six Jia and is not among the five elements. It is a relatively advanced Taoist technique with fire spells.

The Yellow Turbans look at me, and I look at you, as if no one knows this Taoist technique.

"This way..." Zhang Huang muttered, slightly disappointed, but then he comforted, "It's okay. Even if he doesn't..."

Just as he was talking about this, Yan Lei, the general pretended to be a general Zhang Liang, interrupted, "Little Heavenly Master, the fog technique will not be the last, but there will be another more sophisticated illusion, which may have the same effect..."

Looking at Zhang Liang's eyes at this time, it seemed as if he had guessed some of Zhang Huang's next plan.

"Illusion?" Zhang Huang looked at Zhang Liang in surprise when he heard this, and asked tentatively, "Maybe it eye-catching?"

"Natural!" Zhang Liang nodded.

"Okay!" Zhang Huang was overjoyed when he heard this and said quickly, "You can do it immediately."

"It is not difficult to use this technique, the problem is... this technique is not different from us. Although the enemy cannot see it, we may also..."

"..." Zhang Huang thought for a moment and understood what Zhang Liang meant, nodded and said, "It's okay. I have my own way!"

As he said that, he turned around and whispered a few words to Guo Tai, who nodded his command.

"Um." Zhang Liang nodded, then pinched the Taoist talisman with his hand and chanted a few spells silently.

Suddenly, the already dark surroundings seemed to be covered with a dense dark curtain, and the scene in front of everyone instantly turned black. Even the ground and railings lit by the Yellow Turban soldiers with fire spells could not dispel this darkness that was definitely different from Yemu.

[Good guy…]

Seeing that the scene in front of him suddenly became dark, Zhang Huang took a deep breath in his heart.

This darkness that is deeper than the night is certainly an illusion, and there is no mistake. The problem is the level of this illusion. This illusion that is comparable to the Six Ding and Six Jia spells was easily and smoothly cast by an ordinary Yellow Turban General named Yan Lei?

[…]

In the darkness of no light, Zhang Huang looked deep at the original location of "Yan Lei".

But now, it is obviously not the time when Zhang Huang thinks about it carefully.

After understanding this, Zhang Huang took a deep breath, holding the horse's reins with his left hand, and holding another horse's reins with his right hand. This horse's reins belong to Guo Tai.

[Move?]

In the darkness, Guo Tai, who felt that the war horse under his crotch was moved by Zhang Huang, also touched the rein on his right hand, and that one did not belong to him, but to Han Xian.

Yes, this is exactly the method used by Zhang Huang to deal with Zhang Liang's illusion that does not distinguish between enemies and us, and the soldiers under his command were connected one by one with the help of horse reins.

Perhaps some people say, in the face of the Northern Army's tide offensive, what is the use of this method?

But the problem is that when Zhang Liang performed that incredible illusion, all the soldiers of the Northern Army on the battlefield subconsciously stopped attacking. After all, there were only 400 Yellow Turban soldiers here, while their companions had more than 10,000. They were also afraid of accidentally hurting their friendly troops.

"What...what's going on?"

"Why can't you see anything?"

"I'm blind? Hey, can you see it?"

The soldiers of the Northern Army nearby were uproared and suddenly started to scream. Amid the noise, Zhang Huang and his group quietly squeezed away the Northern Army soldiers and left their original positions.

On the other side, the shooting captain Ma Riyi was sweating profusely on his forehead.

Because he discovered that the noisy sounds on the battlefield belonged to their Northern Army soldiers. And Zhang Huang's nearly 400 cavalry seemed to be in this darkness, like a drop of water melting into the ocean, without any movement.

"Stop all the sounds!"

Ququ Hou Zhouyang, a trembling roar in the infantry camp, subconsciously calmed down all the soldiers of the Northern Army.

Seeing this, Ma Riyi made a quick decision and shouted loudly, "Call the sound, aim at the position of the thief army just now, and shoot freely!"

Unbelievably, after hearing Ma Riyan's order, the sound shooting camp's sound shooting camp immediately took arrows and pulled their bows, and shot in a mess at the location where Zhang Huang and others were originally in their memory.

"Swoosh swish swish--"

After a light sound, there was no other sound, because Zhang Huang and others had already left their original position with the help of this illusion.

[It's amazing enough...]

Zhang Huang couldn't help but look back, even though he could not see anything in this illusion.

If he did not have an accurate estimate of the Northern Army's sound shooting camp before this, then Ma Riying's move is enough to make Zhang Huang alert. After all, there was no movement after the arrow hit, which means that even though the sound shooting soldiers did not shoot them, they did not accidentally hurt friendly forces. In the darkness, they could hit the enemy's original position based on their memory. How could such a archer be interpreted by the word "powerful" alone?

[No hit?]

The mistakes of the shooting snatchers under his command surprised Ma Riyan slightly. However, after he thought about it carefully, the surprise suddenly turned into horror.

[That Baiqi...was it because of the squeezing our soldiers away and walking through them at will?]

Ma Riyan, who had a pale complexion, subconsciously looked around, but all he could see was except for the darkness.

[If Zhang Baiqi uses this method to escape...]

Ma Riyi frowned deeply. Suddenly, he had a plan in his heart and shouted in a deep voice, "The soldiers of all the battalions of the Northern Army obey orders and stand by on standby, and are not allowed to move a step without authorization!"

[…]

Zhang Huang looked at the direction of the voice of Ma Riyi in surprise, and secretly praised in his heart: He is truly worthy of being the grandson of the great scholar Ma Rong, he is so agile!

[but……]

A narrow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Huang suddenly raised his left hand and sacrificed more than a dozen fire spells under the dark illusion.

Suddenly, after a few loud bangs, dozens of Northern Army soldiers were hit and couldn't help but howl miserably.

[You have Zhang Liang's plan, I have a wall ladder... Don't you want to identify our location? Hey! I see how you can tell it!]

Thinking of this, Zhang Huang used his old trick again and continuously used fire curses with his left hand. Anyway, the people on the Yellow Turban side were behind him, and there were soldiers from the Northern Army everywhere, and one was smashed accurately, so Zhang Huang was not afraid of accidentally hurting his companions.

Sure enough, after the soldiers were killed by Zhang Huang's method one after another, the generals and officials of the infantry battalion who heard the screams of their soldiers could no longer bear it and cursed them. Then, the ordinary Northern Army infantry also joined the ranks of abuse, which made Ma Riyi anxious.

Ma Riyi knew very well that this must be Zhang Huang's trick, but he had no way to deal with it, because he knew that the infantry in the infantry battalion would never do anything and let Zhang Huang and others kill.

As Ma Riyi expected, the noise that was originally suppressed by Zhou Yang, Ququ in the infantry camp, sounded again at this moment, and the sounds of Northern Army soldiers scolding the Yellow Turban soldiers for being despicable. Zhang Huang and others quietly squeezed out the Northern Army soldiers and evacuated outside the encirclement amid the noise.

To be cautious, Zhang Huang did not choose the south as the direction of the breakthrough, because he expected that the Northern Army would definitely think that they would return the same route. If nothing unexpected happens, the infantry battalions on the south side had already formed a formation and no one would let it go.

Carefully, Zhang Huang and others used this method that no one expected to search among the soldiers of the Northern Army.
To be continued...