Eternal gate

"Assemble the cavalry. If you see a storm outside the city, all charge."

"If I don't return when I'm here, I'll withdraw from Wuzhou City and the three armies will retreat to Liangzhou."

Reflecting the dim starlight, Zhao Yun sneaked out of the city with a rain-seeking outfit.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give some instructions. Although the generals looked at each other, they still obeyed.

No matter how hard it is, that young marshal can really create a miracle.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Soon, hisses resounded in the city, one after another.

It was the Tang army that was gathering cavalry, and all the horses in Wuzhou City were pulled over.

Perhaps there was too much movement, which alerted the rebel spies in the city, and they immediately sent a message to the rebels.

The generals of the Tang army had already anticipated this.

It is simply impossible to evade the rebels with such a large-scale gathering of troops.

"Zhao Zilong, I really admire you." King Wei laughed playfully after receiving the information.

If he were the commander-in-chief of the Tang army, he would lead his troops to withdraw from Wuzhou when night fell.

The other side, on the other hand, did not think about retreating in order to preserve its strength, but instead rushed forward to die.

Thirty thousand cavalry are not enough to fill the gap between teeth.

"How can I not accept such a great gift?"

The king of Wei smiled and then dispatched his troops and generals, waiting for the Tang army to fall into the trap.

If he wins this battle, Wuzhou City will be destroyed, and he can send his troops directly towards the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun carries a big burden on his back, walking through the darkness like a ghost in the night.

He was too fast, and even with all his breath, no one noticed him until he sneaked into the opponent's camp.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

There was another person following Zhao Yun.

Nai Yunlan is also wearing black clothes for night walks.

She was brought in to kill, who gave her a special skill.

The so-called special skills mean that she can change her voice and imitate people's speech.

"Pray for rain." Zhao Yun whispered.

"Pray for rain?" Yun Lan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but glance at the sky.

What kind of rain are you asking for? The rebels are very angry. Can you help them calm down?

"It's up to you." Zhao Yun stopped and stared at a tent.

In front of the camp, there are guards guarding them, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

It was too late at night and too tired to stand guard. Both of them were tired and yawned from time to time.

Zhao Yun got smart and threw a stone in one direction, causing both guards to look sideways.

It was also at this moment that he and Yun Lan floated into the tent one after another like the wind.

In the tent, there was a fat commander who was sharpening his knife.

The Lord has said that whoever defeats Wu State will receive a reward of one million and be crowned king on the spot.

When he attacks the city again, he will have to work harder and come back with great achievements.

Um?

Feeling a gust of cool breeze behind him, he turned back sharply.

Looking into his eyes, he saw two fingers pressed together, poking towards him.

Well!

His reaction was still slow, and he was confronted by Zhao Yun

After tapping the acupuncture point, he couldn't move for a while.

"You." The fat commander trembled and his pupils tightened, obviously recognizing the person.

"Be honest." Yun Lan didn't talk nonsense and put a sword across his shoulder.

"General, I'd like to lend you this tent to stay for half a day." Zhao Yun said calmly.

"Okay." The fat commander nodded hurriedly, not daring to take a deep breath.

When it was over, he was sent to sleep.

"No one is allowed to enter the camp without my order."

Yun Lan spoke, imitating Commander Fei's words.

Needless to say, she learned quite a bit, at least the two guards outside the door believed it.

Not only did he not believe it, but he was also startled by the sudden loud shouting and was unable to sleep at all.

"Keep the door."

Zhao Yun said, put down his baggage and took out his rain-praying gear.

He was very busy, first put on his monk's robe, and then moved a table.

Then, they laid out the offerings and carved the talisman patterns, which made Yun Lan raise her eyebrows.

This guy is also a weirdo. What about fighting? The enemy troops actually ran away from the camp to pray for rain.

"here we go."

Zhao Yun held a mahogany sword in his hand, stood still, and recited a spell.

Yun Lan didn't understand, so she saw the martial arts leader circling the table.

If he could really bring rain, then this kid would be really versatile.

"General?"

Although Zhao Yun lowered his voice while reciting the curse, the guards outside the door still heard him.

No, the two of them were muttering, and they also had the urge to lift the door curtain and look inside.

"roll."

At the critical moment, Yunlan's importance was reflected, and he drank with a sonorous and powerful drink.

Okay! The two guards were so startled that they trembled all over again and stood as straight as a benchmark.

Yun Lan is also dedicated and stands guard at the door. If anyone comes in, she will definitely kill him.

As for Zhao Yun, praying for rain cannot be interrupted or disturbed.

Speaking of rain, the clear night sky is now covered with dark clouds.

"Is it going to rain?"

The same two guards were yawning and looking up at the sky.

Not only them, most of the guards patrolling outside were looking at the sky.

The sky was still somewhat bright, but because of the dark clouds, it turned dark and windy.

"What a cool breeze."

Many people murmured, their bodies were weak and they even shivered.

It's cold, because the hail carrying the cold air has already fallen.

"What's that?"

The soldiers looking up to the sky all had round eyes.

As they looked at each other, their eyes suddenly became brighter.

not rain

, then it must be hail! Hail as big as a fist.

"Get away."

"There's hail."

The tranquility of the night was instantly broken by noisy shouts.

I don't know how many generals were alerted and walked out of the camp one after another.

When they looked up, they were also confused.

Damn it, where did the hail come from in the middle of the night?

"This." Yun Lan's eyes were not bad, and she had already seen the sky through the curtain.

There is no doubt that it is hail. Bathed in the starlight and moonlight, every piece of ice is shining with luster.

She looked back and looked at Mr. Zhao in disbelief.

Aren’t you asking for rain? Asking for bias? May it be hail?

Surprised, her eyes sparkled brightly.

In this situation, ice pimples seem to be much better than rain.

"It's done."

Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief, but he spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled unsteadily.

He didn't know why, but he felt a strange force invade his body.

It hurt, but it didn't hurt. It was that strange power that was wreaking havoc in his body.

"What do the rebels call you?"

In Wuzhou City, all the marshals climbed up the city wall and took out their binoculars.

With a wide look, all the generals raised their eyebrows very high. Hail?

"Is this considered a great success?" Mingyu asked in a low voice.

No one answered, and all the generals were shocked beyond measure.

Hail fell from the sky, Zhao Zilong’s masterpiece? That guy can still do it?

"Where did the hail come from?"

Compared to the other marshals, King Wei's face was not generally ugly.

He had already mobilized his troops and generals, and laid out a dragnet, waiting for the Tang army to launch a surprise attack.

After waiting for most of the night, the Tang army did not arrive, but instead there was an overwhelming hailstorm.

Damn it, God, sincerely can't get through to him. The war is about to cause him such trouble.

boom!

The hail has arrived, like fist-sized stones, falling all over the sky.

The first to suffer was the rebel war horses, which were frightened and ran rampant.

The rebel camp was in trouble. The people outside, whether they were soldiers or commanders, were all running around, raising their shields to block, or hiding in the tents.

You can't hide from the designated areas, and the tents can't withstand the hail.

It was chaos, and the entire rebel camp was in chaos.

There are always those who run slowly, and there are always those who cannot resist beatings, and their heads are bruised and bloody by the hail. The unlucky ones are not killed by the hail, but are trampled to pulp by the war horses that are all over the ground.

"interesting."

For such a big scene, how can there be no shortage of spectators?

No, the soul of the wordless tablet is standing on the top of the mountain in the distance, enjoying the scenery leisurely.

The Holy Mother and Child of Yin Ling are also here, Wan Nian

They were as gray as she was, and she was stunned for a moment when she saw the hail in the sky.

Rebellion, really going against nature? Has God sent down a punishment?

Nearly a million troops! It is unknown how many people will die due to this natural disaster.

"You can change the weather and cause massacres without fear of losing lives."

The soul of the wordless tablet smiled faintly, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

He is a sensible person with a very high vision and can see the mysteries.

This is not a natural disaster, it is clearly man-made.

If expected, that person is Zhao Zilong.

Asking for hail pits to kill living beings is an act against heaven.

Those who do this will definitely suffer a great loss in their lifespan.

Otherwise, we can say that they are old enemies, and the calculation is accurate. Indeed, Zhao Yun after the rain is not in a good condition, even a little bad. His energy and blood are eroding, and his long gray hair has become too much in these few moments. A few strands of silver threads, the dull eyes were also covered with a layer of turbidity, the whole body was full of sickness, and the pale face was devoid of any color.

"Hold on."

Yun Lan dragged him to a chariot and stuffed the riding whip over it.

And she jumped to the top of the carriage and kept swinging her sword to block the hail.

Snapped!

Although Zhao Yun's energy and blood were exhausted, he still held on to his body and tried his best to swing the riding whip.

You have to leave as soon as possible. The ice lumps are too fierce. If Yun Lan cannot withstand it, he will be crushed to death.

"For God's sake, why!"

The one who howled the loudest had to be King Wei.

As a commander-in-chief, how can you not feel distressed when you see the army suffering such a disaster? Can you not be angry?

The world is so big, but it happened to hail in his camp tonight.

"King, retreat quickly."

The loyal guards dragged him to death and protected King Wei from escaping.

As long as you escape within a certain range, you don't need to be greeted by Ice Pimple.

kill!

The gates of Wuzhou City were wide open, and the cavalry of the Tang Army rushed out.

They arrived a little early, and the sky was filled with hail. Still smashing.

It doesn't hurt to add some material to King Wei's rebels.

"Crossbowmen, prepare." Marshal Canglong shouted.

No need for him to say anything, Tang Jun also bent his bow and arrows and fired wildly.

puff!

ah!

The screams were already loud enough to shake the sky and the earth, but the rain of arrows added to the shrill wails.

For the Tang army, this kind of scene was pleasing to the eye. Compared with a frontal fight, hailstones were more effective. They smashed indiscriminately, even if their accuracy was not good, they could still kill one piece.

"How did you do it."

The commander of the royal forest murmured, sighing and clicking his tongue.

The accompanying generals were also shocked.

He is worthy of being the top scholar in civil and military affairs. He is really versatile.

Nearly a million soldiers were crushed by a hailstorm. If such a big scene happened a few more times, the Tang Dynasty would not need reinforcements. The attack could wipe out the king of Wei's descendants.