Two hours at the hour of Hai, the stars and moons disappeared from the clouds, insects roared in the corners, and the bonfires in the barracks gradually faded, and a tent came from the sound of cries. The night wind whimpered through the darkness. Occasionally, patrol soldiers walked past the faint flames, and shaking shadows cast here.

The figure tied to the flagpole lowered his head and heard the sound of patrol footsteps, and he didn't care much anymore. At this time, the night was already deep, and Han Meng still had no intention of sleepiness. In the school ground below, among the prisoners who were concentrating on guarding, a figure suddenly moved. Someone next to him woke up. The man quickly thrust and helped to untie it. The intermittent words were very low between the two.

"Don't speak out, go and untire the other brothers quickly. Don't save too many. We don't have weapons and armor, so there are too many people and we can't rush out."

“…that General Han…”

"Of course I need to save..."

"Yes, then I'll go and loosen the bondage for others. Brother, your surname is yours? Which subordinate of the Sima of the Army, I can't say he will return..."

"......Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and save people, my surname is Han."

"good!"

The words suddenly stopped. The two figures of the conversation lowered their bodies. A group of soldiers with guns and knives patrolled by the patrol. They raised their heads and looked at each other and quietly separated. The prisoner surnamed Han crawled from the crowd. Some prisoners were alarmed and opened their eyes to look at him. The latter thrust, telling the other party not to speak, signaling the patrol soldiers around him, and then walked carefully towards the Mutai side.

Under the flagpole, Han Meng closed his eyes and recalled what Gongsun Zhi said to him before. His thinking seemed to have frozen in those few words and could not be dispersed. He never believed how strong the soldiers under Gongsun Zhi were. It seemed to have been supported now, which shocked and angry.

"………Yes… Pan Feng seduced me into a trap, and Gongsun Zhi set up an ambush nearby. If all this had nothing to do with that guy Wen Chou, how could this be like this..."

All these intermittent thoughts gradually formed reasonable pictures, and the broken thoughts were slowly sorted out in the mind, forming reasonable logic.... He closed his eyes tightly, his pupils turned in his eyelids, and he clited the possibility, his body tightly tensed up, rubbing his teeth: "It's a pity... it can no longer be reached by the lord's ears. He can't rely on Gongsun Zhi, so there may be... more around him...."

When he murmured softly, a faint sound came from the audience. Han Meng shook his eyes. A figure quietly leaned over from behind the soldiers guarding him in front of him. The soldier noticed something and turned around suddenly: "Who?" The black shadow silently stretched out his hands, covered the man's mouth and nose, and punched him a few times on his forehead.

The soldier who had struggled for a while slowly fell to the ground in the shadow's arms.

The figure who touched him pulled out the knife from the other party's waist and then went to Han Meng who opened his eyes and watched all this happen. Han Meng opened his mouth and the words he wanted to say turned into short words: "...Who are you?"

The steps are still coming...

The next second, the blade fell down, the tight rope loosened and the bound body relaxed. Han Meng squatted on the ground, looked around vigilantly, and the figure who waved his knife and placed him, then approached: "General Han, I am a soldier under your command. The rope on Bei Zhi is not tight, but there are too many people who dare not move. He can only wait until the night is too late to come. Please forgive me."

Han Meng rubbed his red-haired wrist and stared at the other party. Then he looked at the school ground and could vaguely see dozens of prisoners who had broken free from their constraints and were coming to this side. He temporarily put down his doubts and nodded: "...You have done well, but how can you leave in Gongsun Zhi's military camp?"

"Ministry and my brothers are willing to protect the general with death!" The captain surnamed Han bowed and said. After a while, dozens of figures had turned into more than a hundred people and gathered quietly. Han Meng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Okay, sitting is dead anyway, so why not rush out!"

Then, the man opposite handed over the ring-headed sword. Han Meng no longer hesitated. He held a weapon in one hand and waved to his subordinates with the other. The figures gathered together. He discussed with everyone, and then separated. More than ten people, in the night, dodged several patrol soldiers, took more than half of the burning wooden sticks from the bonfire that was still there, and threw them under the tent.

The flames gradually ignited, and then when the high flames rose, the entire camp exploded, and the voices of people and footsteps mixed together. Soon, several tents ignited the fire, and more shouts began to sound, and figures ran around the camp.

"It's this time, go!!"

Han Meng hid in the pile of prisoners. When he saw the fire and the figures rushed out, he rushed out with more than 80 remaining people. An enemy soldier was looking at him from the side. He accelerated his pace and shouted loudly: "Hurry up."

At dozens of feet, the Youyan infantry guarding the gate discovered a strange situation and shouted loudly: "There are prisoners running away." Some dozing infantry woke up and stood up when they heard the shouts. Han Meng raised his sword and ran wildly. More than 80 people on his left and right also shouted and rushed towards him, wrestling with the other party, some of them directly snatched the opponent's weapons, and scattered the people who were in a hurry to fight. The next second, they pushed the gate open.

Han Meng kicked the man away with a bang. A commander in front fell off the horse's back. He rushed forward and took a knife. The commander's martial arts skills were not weak. He rushed to take the knife and couldn't help but take a few steps back by force. When he chased him, the opponent was already on the horse's back: "Don't fight, follow me to rush out!"

"General, please leave, don't blame us!"

A blood-stained blade stabbed the captain Han and was nailed to the gate, and shouted with a loud voice. Some prisoners around him snatched the horses and rushed out of the gate, or ran on foot. More prisoners were still killed by the surrounding Youyan infantry and cavalry.

"Walk!!"

Han Meng turned around and looked at the soldier who had saved him before and was nailed to death on a wooden pillar. He roared with a shaking reins and ran into the night with a few people who had escaped. The cavalry behind him then rushed out and chased them, but the speed was much slower...

The fire spread, illuminating the face of Gongsun Zhi in front of the tent. He listened to the sound of hooves moving away from outside. Li Ru, Tian Yu, Lu Bu, Zhao Yun... and other generals were watching this scene. The nailed figure moved. The next second, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the spear under his armpit, and returned it to his comrades with a smile.

"This Han Long is really a drama artist..."

Gongsun Zhi looked for a moment, and the tents lit around him were extinguished in time, and there was a choking smell of smokyness into his nose. He vomited.

"You guys say, will Yuan Shao be fooled?"

No one around answered. After all, Yuan Shao had been fooled once before. If he had gone again, he would probably be angry to death. Li Ru smiled: "Some things can not be prevented by being deceived a few times, but his temperament determines whether he would be deceived again, not to mention that Han Meng's remarks..."

"Um!"

Gongsun Zhi looked around the camp and his eyes fell on the generals. In the clearly extinct bonfire, the noise and clamor continued, and his words also rang.

"...... No matter whether it succeeds or not, you have to fight. You can't give Yuan Shao a chance to breathe. You will even bite him to death if you hang behind your back. But if you let go, then many brothers will die in vain when we fight to Jizhou. Anyway, there are only two situations in the future. He is alive, we will be defeated, he is dead, and we will divide the four states!"

The tall figure raised his arm and swung it down suddenly: "Also, I want Yuan Shao's head, can you give it to me!"

"able!!!"

The roar circled over the camp.

...

The wind blew over the night and came to dawn. The victorious army stationed outside Yi County rushed south. Wen Chou stood on the top of the city and was a little dull. He was ready to fight to the death, but the other party stopped siege...

On the south, a single rider ran towards Yecheng in a panic and came to the gate of Yecheng in the afternoon.

"I am Xu You! Open the city gate quickly!"
Chapter completed!