The night is dark, and most members of the animal family have entered a sweet dream, only the dedicated robin and the hard-working owl are still active in the night stage.

The robinder who is just a gong-beating refueler, and the owl who is promoted to performing art...

Well, what a harmonious scene.

However, this harmonious scene cannot last for a long time as I wish, because tonight's night is destined to be the storm that will fill the building.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The footsteps stepped on the boring grass stalks and made a crisp and hoarse sound. Judging from the density of the sound, the number of people broadcasting the audio at night was about a large number.

Pei Yuanshao reached out and touched the bare scalp on his head, his expression was unprecedentedly serious. He was in excitement and secret joy in his heart.

He really didn't expect that he could receive such an important task, strangle Lu Bu! Destroy the imperial army! Revitalize the glory of the Yellow Turban Army!

It turns out that these earth-shaking events are enough to be recorded in history for me?

What does it mean to be late to achieve great things? What does it mean to be hidden? What does it mean to be a living history of ascension? Pei Yuanshao appeared and said: I am. I used to be very low-key because I have passed the high-profile kindergarten era.

But Lu Bu appeared, and the enemy in my destiny appeared, so I decided not to keep a low profile anymore.

Three points of arrogance, four points of self-satisfaction, two points of fear, and one point of disdain. This is the mentality of the new Yellow Turban Grand Que, Pei Yuanshao for Lu Bujun at this moment.

Pei Yuanshao, who firmly determined that Lu Bu's army had only more than 2,000 remaining soldiers, did not think that there would be any changes in the surprise attack tonight. The joke was that the Yellow Turban Army dispatched eight thousand elite soldiers to launch a sensible battle, but he could not take the fox and pretend to be a tiger's power. The Lu Bu's army was sickly?

This joke is not funny at all!

"Tonight is the moment when I, Pei Yuanshao, will be trampled on me like a stepping stone for me, such as Lu Bu, the cavalry coach Zhang Liao, and Gao Shun," said a cruel smile from the corner of my mouth, and Pei Yuanshao's heart was laughing wildly.

"Have the scouts secret whistle been resolved?" Pei Yuanshao asked casually.

"Hehe, Daqu, don't worry, more than a dozen secret whistles and six cavalry scouts encountered on the road were sent to the King of Hell to report!" Pei Yuan, the new captain of the personal soldiers, showed a smoky black blue sneering while smiling, and two gaps of big yellow teeth were missing on both sides.

"Oh? It turns out that the scouts of Lu Bujun's secret whistle are so weak, like a chicken! I wonder why I was defeated so miserably last time and was crushed into a dead dog? ****..." Pei Yuanshao's muttered lower and lower, and finally cursed in a low voice.

Pei Yuan was very sensible and became a transparent person. He was able to play with his left ear and his right ear.

After cursing for a while, Pei Yuanshao remembered that he had some serious business to do tonight, night attacks, night attacks, you are so fascinating to me! I love night attacks, I love to flip through other people's tents, and pry other people's pillows.

The tent of Lu Bu’s military camp not far away was brightly lit, and there was no great enlightenment to save firewood and energy. A small shadow in the more than a hundred tents reflected on the tent, revealing figures that were idle at night and unwilling to fall asleep.

All the tents are randomly placed with decaying old weapons and debris that can be used as old antiques. Most of them have no iron gun tips and can only be called wooden sticks at best, and they are non-hard wooden sticks.

Piles of debris were also placed randomly in the camp.

Hey, what is that? It looks like a damaged clothing worn by soldiers, but why do they have close-fitting clothes? What is the pool of white stains on the close-fitting clothes?

Hey, what is that? It looks like a worn straw mat used by soldiers, but why are the holes on these worn straw mats so distinctive? Can you be more professional? Even the art of the hole cannot be easily stabbed with a knife for more than a dozen times!

Hey!

Well, the environment in the camp is really dirty and messy. As long as the things that can be used on men, they can be seen everywhere here. You really should have a monument in front of the camp gate: Beauty and Lu Bu are not allowed to enter!

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a huge garbage camp. This is a harbor for garbage dumps and a paradise for those who know the goods. It is hard to say that a lucky kid who survives on a garbage dump will be able to pick up the **** of a famous general Gao Shun and send it to the Dahan Museum for sale, earning a full pot of gold foil.

Well, I have to admit that the existence of the miscellaneous items is just a small episode, and the real highlight is still not yet available to be introduced.

It was a large black pot of black painted milk supported by hardwood racks. In the pot was a pot of pure natural, pollution-free, black-hearted, yellow-orange boiling oil, and still emitting a hint of warm oil and water, which tasted very satisfying.

The oil and water in such a large pot of fried food should be extremely delicious and delicious. If you add a few fat and tender fried chicken and a few kilograms of rice wine, you will be like a god!

Not only that, as a kind and sensible and professional model chef Lu Bujun, he also carefully placed a small bucket of clear spring water and several porcelain bowls near each large pot so that he could drink a sip of sweet spring water while enjoying warm food...

Pei Yuanshao's throat was squirming, and he quietly wiped the slight saliva from the corner of his mouth. He was a little envious and jealous. Damn it! Lu Bujun's food treatment is too good. Looking at dozens of big pots, how much oil and water must be there! ****, I know that when I was poor and couldn't afford oil, I deliberately bury me. I'm right now, it's Daqu coach. You can't tempt me anymore. I won't defect for just one meal!!!

"Oh, mom, how much oil does this have to be! How many people should eat it! Daqu coach, can you steal all these big pots after winning the battle?" Pei Yuan, who was also from a miserable family, squirmed his throat while licking his face.

"Get out, can you have some prospects? Let's talk about it when you win the battle?" Pei Yuanshao kicked Pei Yuan away, and was also calculating: Well, I have to keep half of the oil, so I will never have to worry about not being able to eat oil again. Day, eating water and boiling wild vegetables every day can fade out!

However, as the saying goes, you must not miss the opportunity, and you will never come again. Just attack as early as possible, go to bed after the attack, either kill you or be knocked down. **** Mother! Pei Yuanshao saw that everything in the camp was normal, and there were dozens of mouthfuls of fragrant oil and water waiting for the harvest. He was already wild and rough, but how could he bear it?

With a command, eight thousand elite Yellow Turbans rushed towards Lu Bu’s camp like a tiger going down the mountain. Well, tiger, it is said that the ancestors are cats!
Chapter completed!