Zhang Miao paced back and forth in the tent with his hands behind his back. Zhang Chao stood aside, looking at the armor in his hand, and kept rubbing his eyes. He was awakened from his sleep, and the sound of the war drums ten miles away could not be heard clearly, but the war between the two sides still surprised their brothers.

He knew that Sun Ce would take this opportunity to leave Xiao Huang, which was also their purpose, but Sun Ce did not say when it was. They wanted to find an opportunity to contact Sun Ce before talking, but they didn't expect that this happened that night. They were upset in their hearts, wondering if it was the same as what they expected. If something happened in their hearts, they were inevitably suspicious. They covered Sun Ce and threatened Yuan Tan's Houyi, so they were naturally afraid that Yuan Tan would set up a plan to get rid of them. Even with Sun Ce, they were not completely relieved. Chenliu was well-connected and had a wealthy household registration. Who knew whether Sun Ce would stay with him?

Wei Xun walked in. "Mr. Fu, Xinpi is here."

Zhang Miao stopped and looked at each other with a look of fear and anxiety. Zhang Chao thought for a while and waved his hand and said, "Brother, just take a break when he is drunk and I'll call him to see what he said."

Zhang Miao nodded repeatedly, turned around and entered the tent, took two steps and stopped again, and said hurriedly: "Let the generals be prepared for the unexpected."

Zhang Chao nodded and gave a wink at Wei Xun. Wei Xun understood and turned around. Zhang Chao took advantage of this opportunity to ask his personal followers to send orders to each battalion. The captains of each battalion could not rest and were ready to attack at any time. As his personal followers rushed out of the central army's tent and rushed towards each battalion, a commotion expanded throughout the entire camp. One by one soldiers rushed out of the tent and lined up in the camp, spears and halberds in their hands, bows and arrows were on their waists, and torches were lit up one by one, whistling in the night wind.

Xinpi followed Wei Xun slowly and looked at the soldiers waiting in front of the Central Army's tent, feeling uneasy. Brother Zhang Miao was planning to attack whom? Their reaction was too fast, just like they had made an appointment with Sun Ce. But it was hard to say that at the moment, no one had enough trust in anyone, and it was expected to be taken precautions.

When he arrived at the Central Army's tent, Zhang Chao stood at the door to greet him.

"George, what's going on and why do you beat the drum?"

Xinpi forced himself to calm down and smiled and said, "Don't you know?"

“Do we know?”

"Since I don't know, why is it so popular?"

"Without any trouble."

Xinpi looked at Zhang Chao and laughed silently. No matter whether Zhang Chao was telling the truth or the lies, they were unlikely to take any practical actions. He pulled Zhang Chao into the tent and looked around. "Where is Brother Zun?"

"Drunk and not awake."

Xinpi listened and heard it, and the inner tent snoring loudly, but he didn't know whether it was true or false. He called out twice, "Mr. Fujun, Fujun?"

Zhang Miao responded vaguely: "Who is it...George?"

Xinpi walked to the door of the inner tent and said loudly: "It was me, Sun Ce, who was attacking the camp. The envoy was worried about the safety of the lord, so he sent me to see it. With the envoy here, he would not be able to shock Sun Ce, and the lord was lying high."

"Thank you, I am a messenger, thank you. Zhongzhuo, for greeting me with George, don't lose your etiquette. George, I have a headache and my body is as heavy as a mountain. I can't get up. I'm rude and rude."

With the light in the inner tent, Xinpi saw Zhang Miao's face and smelled the strong smell of alcohol. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and then stretched out again. At the reception banquet, he could see clearly that Zhang Miao was not drunk, and the smell of alcohol during the inner tent did not look like the smell of drinking too much. It was obvious that some wine had just sprinkled.

Brother Zhang Miao is lying to me.

Xin Bi became more and more confident. Before the war ended, he could not leave Zhang Miao's war, so that they would not have the opportunity to echo Sun Ce.

"Brother Zhongzhuo, are you not drunk?" Xinpi said to Zhang Chao with a smile: "I heard that you met several saints in Guangling, and Yi Yi is a big winner. Can you talk about it?"

Zhang Chao laughed and said, "I can't ask for it." He asked his personal companion to take chessboards and pieces from the tent. The two sat together and started playing chess. At first, they were talking and laughing. After a few moves, the two stopped talking, and they made silent moves, thinking, and looked at each other from time to time, and their murderous aura became stronger.

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Jiao Tun was so angry that he drew his sword to the ground, spitting hard for a few sluts before turning around and making arrangements.

It is a very dangerous move to lure Liu Bei into the camp, especially for him. A few days ago, Jiang Qi was killed, his subordinates suffered heavy damage, and the replenished soldiers accounted for more than 40%. People were panic, and this was the time for morale to be low. If they tried their best to withstand Liu Bei in front of the camp, they would have the advantage of numbers and the camp to protect them, and morale could still be supported. Once Liu Bei entered the camp, they might collapse in morale, and it would be difficult to deal with it.

In other words, Yuan Tan's order was equivalent to giving up on him and using him as bait.

But he could not refuse, who made him the defeated general, and who made him the former subordinate of Jiang Qi? Now the new subordinate Yuan Tan can only bow down and obey the orders, and there is no other way. He did not dare to disperse all at once, and called the commander to send him a song and explain Yuan Tan's order in detail, and clearly stated that it was to lure the enemy, not to defeat the battle. When the latter was ready, he allowed the subordinates who were besieging Guan Yu to slowly retreat and give way.

Guan Yu was in a strong sense of fighting. Although he was only two personal guards left by his side and was injured, he had no intention of retreating. Qianjun Po was not only sharp and tough, but also had a handle of six feet long and more than one meter long. It was more suitable for holding with both hands than ordinary long swords. It was easier to fight, and could chop or stab. It was especially suitable for this group battle with fewer enemies. With one sword, it could often kill several people in a row, killing in pieces, and enjoying the excitement.

Seeing the enemies in front of him retreating one after another, he did not realize the danger. He just thought that his opponent was afraid of being killed by him. His morale was low and he was about to collapse. He was happy and shouted: "Xuande, why haven't he killed in yet?"

Liu Bei also felt that the enemy in front of him was getting less and he was ecstatic and shouted: "Chang Yun, retreat quickly."

Guan Yu was willing to retreat. "How can he retreat without killing the general and seizing the flag? Xuande, come in quickly and let Yide come too."

Jiao Tu was so angry that he cursed: "Traitor, don't be arrogant, wait for me to mobilize troops and take your life."

Guan Yu had been staring at Jiao Thu for a long time, but the enemy was stacked up in front of him. Although he had fought hard to assault and killed many people, he could not keep up with the speed of replenishment of the opponent. At this moment, the formation was slightly thinner, Jiao Thu was in front of him, with less than seven or eight people apart, and the opportunity was in front of him. He adjusted his breathing, suddenly let out a long roar, and ran towards Jiao Thu, waved Qianjun Po, and killed thirteen people in one breath. He suddenly stepped in front of Jiao Thu for several steps, held the knife tail in one hand, jumped up, and spread his long arms in the air. Qianjun Po advanced more than a foot, broke through the wind, and came in the middle Jiao Thu's chest and penetrated his body.

Jiao Tu's chest chills, he looks at the tall figure in front of him, his legs become weak, he kneels to the ground, and blood overflows from the corner of his mouth.

Guan Yu followed the sword, grabbed Jiao Tun in front of him, held the sword in both hands, picked Jiao Tun in mid-air, drew the sword, slashed the sword in the air, cut off Jiao Tun's head with one knife, turned around and kicked Jiao Tun's body away, grabbed Jiao Tun's head with one hand, raised it in front of him, looked at Jiao Tun's wide eyes, and spitted.
Chapter completed!