As the dark night fell, the forest in the south of Kuicheng was pitch black, with occasional insects and birds singing, adding some horror to the darker background.

But the lights in Kuicheng City were brightly lit at this time.

Every ten steps on the wall of Kuicheng City, there is a brazier for lighting, in which the wood burns, making crackling sounds.

The Han army whistlemen holding a long halberd looked vigilantly at the dark night outside the city, guarding against the possible night attacks by the "moth thieves" outside the city.

Several Han army patrol teams not far away patroled the city walls under the leadership of Han army officers.

Four miles south of Kuicheng City, the Yellow Turban Army came to the Ming camp, and the flames filled the entire wilderness south of Kuicheng City, as bright as the starry sea in the sky.

Zhu Jun stood on the city tower with a serious expression and looked at the Yellow Turban Army camp in the south.

The Han army was defeated in the daytime, and the lieutenant generals and collegiate people were defeated in succession, and the morale was at a time of low.

The walls of Kuicheng are only more than ten feet high, and the shelter capacity of the Han army is limited. Even if the Yellow Turban Army does not have large-scale siege equipment, the Han army in Kuicheng may not be able to stop the Yellow Turban outside the city for too long.

The breeze blows, and it also brings a faint wail.

Zhu Jun turned his head and looked at a dark place in the city. It was the place where the wounded soldiers of the Han army lived, and the wailing sounds came from there.

Zhu Jun was a little dazed. He was very similar to Changshe at this time, except that the commander of the Yellow Turban Army outside the city was not Bo Cai, but Xu An.

"Envoy..."

A personal guard walked slowly to Zhu Jun's side.

"Sima Sun Jian from another army, and Sima Wang En from the auxiliary army asked for a meeting."

When Zhu Jun heard the voice of his personal guard, his thoughts were pulled back from the sky. Zhu Jun nodded.

The personal guard retreated silently, and after a moment, the sound of Sun Jian and Wang En's rapid footsteps sounded in the room.

"Sun Jian pays homage to the envoy."

"Wang En pays homage to the envoy."

Sun Jian and Wang En walked quickly to Zhu Jun and saluted.

Zhu Jun held Sun Jian's arm and asked, "How is Wentai's injury?"

Sun Jian replied: "It's just a little bit of injury. Thank you for your concern."

"What's the matter with Wentai coming to me late at night?" Zhu Jun asked in confusion.

Sun Jian said with a serious expression: "I have followed the envoy for a long time, so I will not be polite to the envoy. Now the Yellow Turban Army has cut off the passage from Kwai City to the southern part of Hanoi County. We will definitely launch a large-scale attack tomorrow morning."

"Now there are only eight or nine thousand people in the city, and I have a new defeat yesterday. The army has no intention of fighting and will not be willing to fight..."

Zhu Jun waved his hand and signaled Sun Jian not to continue talking.

"I know what Wentai means. Kyushu cannot be guarded. You want to persuade me to evacuate Kyushu at night, right?"

Sun Jian hesitated for a while, calmed down and said, "Just as the envoy said."

"If the envoy died in Kuicheng, the 'moth thief' would definitely be very powerful. I am afraid that the aftermath of the Yellow Turban will arise again, and chaos will arise in the world..."

Sun Jian solemnly asked Zhu Jun: "I am willing to lead troops to attack the 'Moth Thief' camp and cover the envoy to evacuate Kuicheng."

Zhu Jun's eyes flashed. He had already thought that what Sun Jian said was that just evacuating Kuicheng would be equivalent to throwing thousands of Han troops left in Kuicheng into the underworld.

"Leave the guards of Kuicheng to me..." Wang En stepped forward and asked, "Eat the king's fortune and loyalty to the king."

The north wind blew, and the brazier that illuminated the city tower was blew up and down, making Zhu Jun's face blurry.

No words for a long time.

A long sigh came from the city tower, the north wind blew again, and the fire on the city tower finally dimmed.

...

Outside Kuicheng City, the Yellow Turban Army camp.

The Yellow Turban Army went down to Ming camp, and within fifty steps outside the village wall were burning braziers. The Yellow Turban cavalry, who were driving war horses, wandered in groups of three or two, alerting the Han army in the city.

On the low village wall, the Yellow Turban soldiers holding crossbows stood every ten steps away.

In the gaps in the camp, the Yellow Turban Army heads carrying yellow flags and sergeants holding spears slowly walked past.

The whistlemen on the lookout platform also stared at the dark night. Any slightest movement around them would attract their attention.

Seven minutes (12:45).

Under the dark night, the Yellow Turban Army did not notice that a Han army had quietly stepped out of Kuicheng.

Sun Jian walked in front with his war horse and more than ten personal guards, and behind him were a group of Han soldiers leading each other.

A man holds a piece, and a horse binds a mouth.

All the Han army were holding wooden sticks in their mouths, and the horse's hooves were already wrapped tightly in Han army's fabric, and the horse's mouth was tied up.

Under the cover of night, this Han army was slowly approaching the Yellow Turban Army camp south of Kuicheng.

The bright Yellow Turban Army camp soon appeared in Sun Jian's eyes. He saw the brazier outside the village wall, the wandering Yellow Turban Army cavalry, and the whistlemen on the lookout platform.

Sun Jian turned around and looked at the bright Kuicheng. He knew that Cheng Pu and Huang Gai were already guarding Zhu Ye.

Just when the fighting sounded, all the cavalry in Kuicheng would guard Zhu Yan to evacuate from the east.

Sun Jian turned his head and looked at the Han soldiers around him. The road to life is east and the road to death is south, and they are heading south.

Sun Jian turned over and stepped onto the war horse, and all the seventeen personal guards behind him also stepped onto the war horse.

With his legs lightly kicked the horse's belly, the war horse under Sun Jian shook his head, and stepped on his four hooves and slowly moved forward.

A fiery red flag was raised by a knight of a personal guard behind Sun Jian, and a group of Han soldiers followed the fiery red flag and walked slowly forward.

The four hooves of the war horse were scattered, and the subtle sound also attracted the attention of the raccoon outside the wall.

A scout from the Yellow Turban Army instigated a war horse and walked a few steps forward, trying to see clearly what was going on under the night.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A little cold light flashed through the dark curtain. The scout of the Yellow Turban Army had no time to react. A feather arrow shot into his mouth, and the arrow was deeply penetrated until it came out from the back of his neck.

Another scout of the Yellow Turban Army beside him was shocked to see this, turned his horse's head and wanted to escape backwards.

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and the cold light appeared again. The scout of the Yellow Turban Army fell under the horse with a muffled groan.

A feather arrow was inserted into his chest.

The dull footsteps sounded, and a chestnut-colored war horse broke through the dark side and stepped into the brightness.

The bright firelight made Sun Jian’s scarlet battle robe look particularly weird.

"Woo————”

The sound of a low trumpet sounded, and the Han army in red dress broke through the night, and the red tide swept towards the Yellow Turban Army's camp.

"Enemy attack!"

A Yellow Turban Army whistleman on the lookout table suddenly turned around and shouted at the sergeant behind him.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The sound of warning drums sounded in the Yellow Turban Army's camp in an instant.

"kill!"

Sun Jian rushed towards the village wall with one horse. The low village wall was only two meters away. The Yellow Turban Army was in a hurry to build a camp and did not place too many defense facilities such as resisting horses.

Seeing Sun Jian rushing straight towards him, a rapid whistle sounded near the Yellow Turban Military Camp gate, and for a moment, the village wall was covered with shadows.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh!"

The Yellow Turban Army archers on the village wall finally pulled their bows and shot arrows, and the sparse rain of arrows shot towards Sun Jian.

Sun Jian waved the ancient ingot knife and cut off the feather arrows in front of him.

Although the Yellow Turban Army suddenly obtained a large number of military equipment in the Han army, a qualified archer was not so easy to train.

The feather arrows shot by the Yellow Turban Army archers were not taken seriously by Sun Jian at all.

"die!"

Sun Jian stepped on the horse's back and jumped onto the low village wall like a tiger. In front of him were several panicked Yellow Turban archers.

A snow-white sword light flashed by, and the two Yellow Turban Army archers who were still taking arrows fell into a pool of blood.

“Ahhh—”

A Yellow Turban Army leader carrying a flag on his back shouted and raised his knife to kill Sun Jian.

The long sword swung downwards suddenly, Sun Jian did not dodge or avoid, and rushed to meet him with a knife.

But when the "clang" sounded, the Yellow Turban Army's long howls and falls to the ground, leaving the sword with a long sword.

The long sword turned around in the air and landed on the grass.

The Yellow Turban Army soldiers near the camp gate were all intimidated by Sun Jianshen and stopped moving forward.

Sun Jian turned over and fell down the village wall, jumping away from the gate of the camp.

"Squeak————”
To be continued...