Eternal gate

"Hurry up."

The rebel camp under the moon was filled with shouts and shouts.

When Zhao Yun came, he saw a blazing campfire and pieces of smoke rising into the sky.

What about eating? Hundreds of thousands of troops were eating.

This is not a good sign.

Once people are full and full, they will always do something that makes them scream.

For example, attack Xizhou City.

He is also the commander-in-chief of an army, and he has fought on the battlefield. The current situation is that once the rebels attack the city, Xizhou will be defeated. It is not that the fighting power of the Huwei army is not enough, but that the number of casualties in successive battles has been ten Without three, there is such a disparity in military strength that it is impossible to withstand it.

In this way, you can't take the wrong approach.

Kill King Hanjiang and see who has the nerve to shout.

"Old official, where are you?" Zhao Yun held a sword in one hand and a portrait in the other, floating around like a ghost.

The portrait belongs to King Hanjiang and has been prepared for a long time.

It's not easy to come here, but you can't go to the wrong target.

"It's just you."

Zhao Yun spotted a military tent and rushed in like a ghost.

There was someone in the tent, a tall and rough man, just like him. He was sneaking around, and when he got closer, he realized that he was drinking secretly.

Drinking makes you brave! There is going to be a big war, Mr. Zhao understands it very well.

"Who?" Feeling the cool breeze blowing behind him, the man turned around suddenly.

His reaction was not slow, but Zhao Yun was faster. He put a sword between his eyebrows and said silently: Be honest, hello, me, hello, everyone.

"you."

The reckless man was frightened, his face turned pale, and his legs were trembling.

"Where is King Hanjiang?" Zhao Yun said without any nonsense, his words were cold and calm.

As soon as these words came out, the reckless man immediately understood that this person was here to carry out an assassination.

He was so stunned that there was a stinging pain in the center of his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.

It was Zhao Yun who was warning, at such a life-and-death moment, why are you deserting!

r\u003e  "Sir, spare your life." The man hurriedly stopped his attention and pointed in a direction with trembling fingers.

"Go to sleep!"

Zhao Yun knocked him unconscious with one palm and stripped him naked.

He became very self-conscious, wore the armor of a reckless man, and walked out struttingly. By the way, he also painted his face black and black.

It was dark, so no one could see his face clearly, and no one was staring at him.

There are many people who have just experienced a big battle and are as messy as him.

Whoosh!

He is still like a ghost, walking normally when someone passes by.

When no one was around, his legs and feet became abnormally numb, and he was like a black shadow walking quickly between military tents.

I don't know when he finally settled down.

It's not that I'm tired, but if I go further, it's a restricted area.

Yes, it is a restricted area where ordinary soldiers and even low-ranking commanders are strictly prohibited from setting foot.

"The defense is quite tight."

Zhao Yun hid in the dark, taking advantage of the weak starlight to look in one direction.

Over there, there is a huge tent, surrounded by many guards patrolling with swords, many of whom are masters. Teams of people are criss-crossing the tent, not even a fly can fly in, not to mention people.

With such tight protection, it must be King Hanjiang's camp.

Zhao Yun didn't act rashly, otherwise it was a trap.

"His Majesty."

Sure enough, soon there were clues, King Hanjiang came out on his own.

The guards were respectful and spoke the highest honorific title. That's right. They had already rebelled. It was reasonable to proclaim themselves emperor. Didn't King Yang also wear a dragon robe when he committed suicide?

"substitute."

Zhao Yun said something in his heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.

King Hanjiang came out of the camp, absolutely

Yes, it's a fake.

This matter depends on the temperament. King Hanjiang exists. He dominates the Western Regions and is a prince. He is as majestic as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. At least, he cannot weaken Yang Xuance.

Look at this person again. Apart from his resemblance to Wang Hanjiang, there is nothing about him that has the aura of a king.

"You're not stupid." Zhao Yun sneered. This was obviously a trap.

As for the real Han Jiang King, most of them are not in the army, and ordinary soldiers must not know where he is hiding.

"You continue to act."

Zhao Yun took one last look and retreated into the darkness.

He did not leave, but took advantage of the night to go to the rear of the army.

As he said, after finally coming here, he had to make some noise. If he couldn't find Hanjiang King, he burned his food and grass. When the fifty-strong army had no food to eat, let's see if you can still jump around.

At this moment, the real King of Hanjiang is on a mountain peak.

He was waiting, waiting for the fire to break out in the city, and sent so many killers to assassinate Marshal Huwei. It was already midnight, but there was no movement at all.

"Did you miss?" King Hanjiang murmured, his eyes dimming uncertainly.

"We'll go there again." The speaker was a man in black robes, with eyes as deep as the abyss.

This person is not simple, he is the boss of the Seven Heavenly Evils. In terms of martial arts, there are really not many people in this world who can beat him.

"No need." King Hanjiang snorted coldly.

Xizhou City was captured, and there was only one battle left.

When the soldiers have enough food and drink, they will be able to overcome the barrier in one fell swoop.

After all, he was still afraid of death and being assassinated.

It was precisely because of fear that he did not dare to send out the top experts around him.

Keep him well, keep him safe.

Here, Zhao Yun, like a gust of wind, calmed down again.

The rebels' food and fodder were not far away, heavily guarded, and there were many hidden auras in the darkness. There were many masters hidden there. Even with his perception, it was difficult to find them all at once.

Can't find

, and stopped looking for it.

He put away the Qinghong Sword, rolled up his sleeves, and sneaked in.

The martial arts leader of Jianghu, the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty, has the potential to be a thief.

Under the moonlight, he was sneaky and looked like a thief no matter where he looked.

"Come on babies."

Zhao Yun chose a place and threw a torch.

King Hanjiang was also unlucky. Before the fire broke out in the city, his own backyard burned first.

The food and grass are piled up like mountains. Once they are burned, the fire will reach the sky.

"Firefighting."

Noisy shouts then filled the military camp.

There was a fire and the whole thing was in chaos.

When King Hanjiang saw it, he couldn't even breathe. Whose talent was this? He came to steal his escape in the middle of the night.

"It looks warm."

On the other side, Yun Lan had raised her head, and the firelight illuminated the dark night like day.

She could see it, how could she not see the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who were stationed on the city wall?

Marshal Huwei also came. Watching the fire in the west was a great sight at night.

"Zhao Zilong's masterpiece?" Qin Shan said in his heart.

Yes, it must be that person's handiwork.

Whether it's capturing a thief or a king, or burning food and grass, it's all a surprise attack.

"Marshal, kill him!" All the generals asked for help.

"Hold the city gate." Qin Shan said sonorously.

With his small force, if he goes out, he is seeking death.

It would have been like this for Zhao Yun. King Hanjiang was still there, and so were the commanders of the other side. Even if the food and grass were burned, the position would not be disrupted in a short period of time. Rushing to kill him at this moment would be tantamount to suicide.

"gone."

Zhao Yun lost his torch and retreated immediately.

Coincidentally, as soon as he ran out, he bumped into an acquaintance.

Well, the Holy Mother of Yins.