The next day it was dawn.

The one-hour ascetic practice just ended, and the soldiers who left the city last night appeared in front of Liu Pan.

The soldier's face was very tired and pale as paper.

He ran to death overnight and fought back and forth between Nanyang and Xiangyang.

After taking the secret letter from the soldier's hands, Liu Pan smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, go down and have a good rest."

Only Liu Pan can say the word "hard" to ordinary soldiers.

The secret letter was a reply written by Liu Biao.

Liu Pan stood in the yard and opened the secret letter and read it.

With Dian Wei here, there will never be a second pair of eyes that can see the contents of the letter.

There are only a few words in the letter.

The first two lines mean that Liu Pan let go of his hands and feet, and Liu Biao was holding back when the sky fell.

The last two lines are suggestions for Liu Pan.

Liu Biao told Liu Pan that Bowangpo, more than 30 miles northeast of Wancheng, was the old nest of the remnants of the Yellow Turbans.

In the last sentence of the secret letter, Liu Biao specifically reminded Liu Pan to pay attention to safety.

On the surface, this letter is an ordinary letter to home.

But Liu Pan understood what Liu Biao meant.

The power of the Nanyang clan is deeply rooted and is a microcosm of the entire Jingzhou clan's power.

The contest between Liu Pan and the Nanyang clan will determine the final direction of the entire Jingzhou.

A single hair moves the whole body.

One blow must be fatal, because neither Liu Pan nor Liu Biao will have another chance to attack.

This is also the reason why Liu Biao has been tolerant of it since he came to Jingzhou.

So what can we do to completely overthrow the Nanyang clan?

Liu Biao's letter gave the answer.

Bo Cai and his general Peng Tuo once occupied Wancheng for two months.

If the facts like iron are used to prove that the money and food in the Nanyang treasury are not in their hands, the Nanyang clan's charge of filling their own pockets will be confirmed.

Look up and look towards Bowangpo in the northwest.

Liu Pan made a decision.

Kill Bocai!

He asked Dian Wei to call Xun Yu, Guo Jia and Ju Su over.

Liu Pan delivered Liu Biao's secret letter to them without any concealment.

All three of them are people with intelligence of over 90. They can understand Liu Biao’s good intentions by just reading them once.

So, a strange strategy was born.

That morning.

A small-scale mobilization of troops began to be carried out in the military camp in Wancheng.

Nothing can be hidden from the clans in Nanyang.

At first they thought Liu Pan was going to attack them, so they quickly sent spies to inquire. They found that there were only a few hundred troops mobilized in the military camp, so they felt relieved.

The garrison troops in Wancheng are less than 3,000, and most of them are old and weak.

The real power is actually in the hands of the major clans in Nanyang.

What the clans lack the least is money and reputation.

Any clan can bring up a team of private soldiers of hundreds of people.

The private soldiers in the hands of many clans combined are more than the seven thousand soldiers in Liu Pan's headquarters.

If Liu Pan only mobilized hundreds of people, they didn't see it at all.

Immediately afterwards, spies from various clans sent back a message.

Hundreds of soldiers who were mobilized out of the city returned to the city on torches when it was dark.

Judging from the number of torches, how many people have left the city and how many people have returned.

All clans were puzzled.

What does Liu Pan want to do?

What about the legs that are full after eating?

This puzzle lasted for four days.

For four days, hundreds of soldiers swagger out of the city every day.

At night, I came back with a torch.

In the past few days, a big black man was always poking in front of the gate of the Champion Marquis' Mansion, holding two iron halberds and like a door god, and no one was allowed to step into the gatekeeper's mansion.

The spies of the clan had already found out about the identity of this black man.

I know that he is Liu Pan's personal bodyguard Dian Wei.

Dian Wei stayed in front of the Marquis's Mansion, which meant that Liu Pan had never left.

Upon receiving this news, the heads of the clan became more at ease.

A mere boy who wants to play tricks with our old foxes?

He is very tender!

On the fifth night.

Liu Pan rode Huang Feidian with claws, wearing white robe and golden armor, hanging his ZTE sword with his waist, holding a Panlong Overlord Spear, and appeared in full arms near Bowangpo.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei followed him one by one.

Three thousand soldiers were waiting behind Liu Pan.

If the heads of each clan saw this scene, they would have opened their eyes widened in surprise.

Hasn’t Liu Pan never left the Hou’s Mansion?

How did it appear here?

What did he do in Bowangpo?

Of course, it's here to kill people.

This is Guo Jia’s plan to deceive the world, and the soldiers who leave the city every day are real.

But it may not be necessary for those who return to the city at night.

With Gongsun Zan stationed near the city gate, the spies of the clan could only wait and see from a distance and would never dare to step forward.

So most of the people who returned to the city with torches were wooden men wearing armor.

It is not easy to tell whether it is a real person under the faint fire.

Of course, the wooden man will not move.

If you want to drive the wooden man, you must use the help of a war horse.

In order to achieve the authenticity of the effect, all the war horses that left the city every day returned to the city as much as possible.

So except for the Liu, Guan and Zhang brothers riding war horses, the other three thousand soldiers were infantrymen.

These include five hundred heavy armored infantry and three hundred feathered armored bowmen recruited from the system.

The night of murder in dark moon and high winds.

Liu Pan sat upright on the horse's back and looked at Bowangpo not far ahead.

He spit out a cold word from his mouth: "Kill!"

Three hundred feather armored bowmen pioneered the way.

All the Yellow Turban Army secret whistles that entered their range were silently removed.

Without exception.

It was not until the heavy armored infantry joined forces to knock open the camp with heavy shields that the Yellow Turban Army discovered that someone had come up the mountain.

"Enemy attack--"

Whoosh-

A feather arrow passed through.

The Yellow Turban Army, who had just shouted out two words, fell down with his throat.
To be continued...