Seeing the torches focusing in the audience and surrounding Yu on the stage, Huang Wan was surprisingly calm. He pushed He Kui away, shook his clothes, and returned to the big tent. He Kui was worried, so he followed in and followed him.

"Zi Gao, get some water, I want to wash up." Huang Wan stopped and turned around and said to He Kui.

"He Kui waved his hand and called a clerk, asking him to fetch water, but he didn't move at all, and even his eyes didn't move for a moment. He didn't sleep all night, his eyes turned red, which made Huang Wan feel sad. He Kui was the Grand Marshal he had eliminated, and he had the friendship of a monarch and minister. With his understanding of He Kui, if he had an unexpected situation, He Kui would probably die with him.

"Zi Gao, don't worry." Huang Wan sighed. "I didn't even look for a shortcoming when the party was so harsh back then, nor would I do today. To be honest, if possible, I would still like to see Sun Ce to see what kind of person he is, a wise savior or a treacherous hero in troubled times, and why people like He Boqiu and Zhang Mengzhuo would turn enemies into friends with him."

He Kui thought about it, but stopped talking, and whispered to promise, standing aside. "Then I'll prepare some breakfast."

"Let's prepare together, let the soldiers have a full meal and have the strength to break through."

He Kui responded and turned around and went out to make arrangements. A clerk took water. Huang Wan washed her face, tidied up her clothes in the basin, looked at her pale and haggard face for a while, and sighed softly. He sat down in front of the desk, opened the ink box, poured a few drops of water, put two particles of ink, pinched the grinding chips, and slowly grinded the ink. When He Kui came back, he had already grinded a pond of ink, picked up the pen, and wrote a line of words on the prepared paper.

"On April 11, Wan Bai: After 30 years of planning, one day it will be defeated, and the scholars are not enough to accomplish anything. Wan means... "

Huang Wan's expression was focused, her body was as suffocated as slack, her writing was steady and powerful, and her strokes were neither fast nor slow. Lines of words flowed out from the end of his pen, flowing through the clouds and flowing water. He Kui watched from the side, silently chanting in his heart, and became sadder the more he looked. This was a desperate book, written to Yuan Shao. Huang Wan reviewed the history of the struggle between the party members and the relatives and eunuchs, and reviewed the successes and failures of various major events of the party members. Until the hasty battle, every word was bloody and tears. He Kui and Huang Wan have known each other for many years. It was the first time that Huang Wan had seen such a clear analysis of himself without leaving any room for death. If he had not been determined, he would not have said so calmly if he had a trace of honor and disgrace.

Mr. Huang is dead. He Kui lamented in his heart.

Huang Wan was writing more than ten pieces of paper without realizing it, at least three or four thousand words. He put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, looked at the dense handwriting on the table, and suddenly laughed: "I have written so much, and I am a scholar after all. Zigao, have you remembered it? If I die here in battle and cannot be sent out, you must find a way to meet Yuan Benchu ​​and tell him these words. People are about to die, and their words are good. I hope he can be cautious and impatient, and be more patient, and maybe things can be done."

He Kui replied with tears in his eyes: "Please don't worry, Mr. Huang, Kui will do his best to escort Mr. Huang to break through. Looking at the world, who is not Huang Gong who can convince the leader of Alliance Yuan? Mr. Huang's experience will be effective only if he faces the leader of Alliance Chen in person."

Huang Wan sighed and lamented in her heart. Yes, who else can Yuan Shao listen to now? He didn't want to say Yuan Shao's fault in front of He Kui. He listened and found that it was quiet outside, without even the sound of war drums. He couldn't help but say wonder: "Did Huang Zhong not attack?"

He Kui woke up in shock, wiped away tears, and shook his head. "Maybe after the food. They fought in the middle of the night and should be very tired."

"No, in a dangerous place, you should fight quickly, otherwise he may not be able to win if reinforcements come." Huang Wan got up and came out of the tent, came to the edge of the platform, and looked around. The sky was getting brighter and the rising sun was rising, shining on the platform, but the mountains and forests were still dark. You could see many flags and torches, but you could not hear the narration. Huang Wan couldn't help but praise: "Thousands of people lined up, without hearing a trace of noise. Huang Zhong had indeed had the means to govern the army. I was not wronged at all when defeated by his hands."

He Kui didn't answer his words, but a strong sense of anxiety arose in his heart.

The sun gradually rose, and smoke rose from the stage and the soldiers on both sides began to eat breakfast, and no one launched an attack. The sunlight illuminated the dense forest and exposed all the secrets in front of Huang Wan and others. The flying battle flags, orderly positions, the soldiers in their positions, even the armor and blood on the weapons could be seen clearly.

He Xian brought two bowls of porridge, Huang Wan took one, and observed Huang Zhong's position while eating. He did not see Huang Zhong's figure, but he saw Huang Zhong's battle flag. Huang Zhong was far away and took Yu at least three hundred steps away. Even the six-stone crossbow could not shoot him. After being blocked by the shadow of the tree, long-range sniping was even more impossible to complete.

The more Huang Wan looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He thought Huang Zhong would launch an attack, but now it seems that Huang Zhong's position was a defensive position and had no intention of attacking at all. He just blocked several exits around Yu's stage. In addition to the baggage truck, there were many soldiers planting wooden stakes, which were buried half of the wooden stakes in the soil, or pressed them with big stones, and the sharpened end was facing Yu's stage.

This man was so cautious that he could attack hard and win quickly, but he surrounded him without attacking. When he took the initiative to break through, the casualties ratio was significantly different, but this would delay the fighter. For Huang Zhong, this was obviously not a smart choice.

"Zigao, what is Huang Zhong trying to do?"

He Kui didn't say anything. Huang Wan didn't hear the answer, and was a little surprised. He turned to look at He Kui, and then he realized that He Kui looked ugly. He thought He Kui had not slept all night and was in a bad mood. He was about to comfort He Kui, but He Kui spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Fight for help."

Huang Wan didn't understand clearly and raised her eyebrows slightly. He Kui swallowed and said again. "Huang Gong, Huang Zhong is going to use you as bait to lure the soldiers in the city to come and destroy them from the audience."

Huang Wan woke up from a dream and her heart suddenly tightened, as if she was being held tightly, and she couldn't breathe. He used his body as bait to lure Huang Zhong, but Huang Zhong came and surrounded him, and used him as bait to force Xiangcheng's defenders to rescue the siege. Once the Xiangcheng defenders were killed by him, Xiangcheng would not be able to defend and would probably fall into his hands.

"I am really smart, I misled others and myself, and I deserve to die." Huang Wan sweated like a slurry, and his hands and feet were numb. He reached out to touch the sword on his waist, but he felt empty. The sword on his waist disappeared at some point. He turned around and looked around, reaching out to pull the sword on He Xian's waist. He Kui took the lead and stopped Huang Wan. "Mr. Huang, your life and death are no longer important now. Huang Zhong surrounded Yu on stage and must have sent someone to control the surrounding high ground. No one can escape, and the news cannot be sent out. Even if you die, you cannot stop the soldiers from Xiangcheng from coming to help. If you are alive, you may be able to boost morale and restrain some of Huang Zhong's troops. If God is lucky, there may be a possibility of breaking away."

He Kui paused and said, "If someone spread the news of Huang Gong being trapped to Yingyang, at least Xun Xiuruo would not sit idly by."

Huang Wan was stunned, like a mud-wound puppet, motionless. Her face turned pale and there was no trace of blood. After a while, he sighed. "I would rather Xun Xiuru ignore my life and death."

He Kui smiled bitterly, speechless.
Chapter completed!