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Zhang Ji looked at the closed city gate, shook his spear at the guards on the wall, and sneered: "Unexpectedly, there is not even a bloody man in Chang'an City!"

He looked at the sky.

The red sun is setting in the west, and it will be dark in a few hours.

It seems that no one will go out of the city to challenge.

Zhang Ji sighed secretly in his heart.

There are indeed experts in the city.

He waved his hand and told the soldiers who had ambushed him in advance to withdraw, and he led the two thousand people back to the camp.

The guards on the city wall could see clearly, and they all blushed for a moment.

If they hadn't been stopped by Zhong Ping before, they might have been annihilated now, and Chang'an City would have been in danger.

"Young Master, we were the ones who were impulsive just now. If you are angry, just punish us. We are thick-skinned and can endure it."

Listening to this familiar accent, Zhong Ping remembered that the yellow-faced man in front of him was the one whose father lived in Luoyang and had not lived with him for a long time.

He laughed and said: "I am indeed very angry. After all, the guy down there scolded me really unpleasantly. If I hadn't been weak enough, I would have punched him twice."

The yellow-faced man was very angry when Zhong Ping said that he was already prepared to be punished.

After hearing this, he immediately relaxed and patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, young master. When we encounter that turtle grandson down there in the war, I will tie him up in front of you and let you beat him!"

The soldiers on the city wall all laughed and shouted one by one: "Young Master, don't listen to Wang San's nonsense. It's not his turn to kidnap people!"

"That's right, I have strong hands, so I should be the one to tie people up!"

"Fuck you, three generations of my family have been butchers, how can you compare to me?"

Everyone was jostling and laughing, but Zhongping not only didn't stop him, but occasionally joined a group of men and told some cold jokes he adapted:

Once upon a time, there was a bearded man who was a guest at someone else's house. The bartender saw that he had too much beard and was frightened and did not dare to pour him wine.

The host was surprised: Why don’t you pour wine for others?

The wine boy said: This man has no mouth!

The bearded man was very angry after hearing this. He opened his beard and exposed his mouth and cursed: Isn't this the mouth, but the blanket of grandma you?

Fang Meng scratched his head.

He had never seen that official look as good as Zhongping, without any airs.

Maybe it's because the young master is still young?

Fang Meng thought.

However, a big beard has no mouth...

Fang glanced at Zhang Ji below.

Zhang Ji: My back feels cold.

The laughter on the city wall spread directly to the military tent outside the city.

Zhang Ji felt angry.

If his plan failed, he would be laughed at. He has never suffered from such anger.

Wait until we attack the city tomorrow and see if you can still laugh!

Nightfall

Zhang Ji was resting in the Chinese Army.

In the dream, he invaded Chang'an City. The soldiers escorted an old man over and told him that the old man was the high-ranking man in the city and that he had been the one who had been behind the scenes all along.

Zhang Ji thought that this old guy had finally fallen into my hands. Just as he was thinking about how to kill him, he heard the loud beating of drums outside.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack at night!!"

There was a chaos outside, with soldiers running and shouting, horses honking, soldiers and armor clashing, and human voices mixed together.

Zhang Ji quickly grabbed the spear beside the bed, put on his clothes and came out. He grabbed a panicked soldier and asked loudly: "Where are the enemy troops?!"

"Just outside the camp!"

The soldiers were trembling with fear.

"It's estimated to be tens of thousands of people!"

Zhang Ji frowned.

Tens of thousands of people?

Is this the entire Chang'an garrison coming out to attack the camp?!

Zhang Ji didn't believe it in his heart.

But the drums kept beating outside the camp, causing the ground to vibrate.

Zhang Ji lay on the ground and listened for a while, and couldn't help being shocked.

Are they really going out in force to fight us to the death?!

"Where is the army commander?!"

Zhang Ji shouted angrily, ordered his troops and horses, and led his troops out of the camp.

"Brother, we fell into that man's scheme again!"

When Fan Chou saw Zhang Ji coming with his troops, he rushed to greet him, his face full of frustration.

Only then did Zhang Ji see that there were about a dozen large drums planted in front of the city moat, with white sheep and wild dolphins tied to the drums.

The sound of the drum was made by the white sheep porpoise with its hind hooves. There weren’t that many people attacking the camp at night!

Zhang Ji cursed.

Zhong Ping and the other soldiers looked at the embarrassment of Fan Chou and others below and smiled at each other.

"A few more people will go down in a while. You don't have to do anything else. Just shout 'enemy attack' twice as before."

Zhongpei showed a malicious smile.

"Remember to run quickly, and don't forget to poke the wild dolphin when the rest of the people go out to pick it up. That thing will make a lot of noise when it kicks."

Zhang Ji and Fan Chou had just returned to the camp and lay down when the sound of drums came from outside again.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Fan Chou didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he ran out barefoot, extremely irritable: "Bring me my knife! Follow me to fight!"

After a while.

Zhang Ji and Fan Chou cursed loudly in front of the empty city gate.

"Brother, these sons of bitches didn't attack the camp at all! Let's go back to sleep. Next time you hear drums, just ignore them!"

Fan Chou could hardly open his eyes. He now wanted to cut the guy who came up with this dangerous trick into pieces.

Zhang Ji was speechless. He was silent for a while and then asked: "What if they really attack the camp next time?"

Fan Chou also fell silent.

The two men supported their tired bodies and led a group of soldiers back to the camp.

Zhong Ping counted the time and turned around to look at the group of soldiers who were full of excitement and eager to try.

"This time, a few more people will go down and bring weapons."

"Not only do you have to shout, but you also have to shoot a few arrows at the enemy camp."

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Zhang Ji wiped his face and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Someone, please go outside and see what's going on."

"General, it's really an enemy attack!"

Xiaobing sounded anxious.

"The enemy has brought bows and arrows!"

Zhang Ji had a sullen face, picked up the gun and walked out.

"It's fake again."

Fan Chou picked up the arrow branch on the ground, broke it hard, threw it to the ground and stepped on it several times.

"Brother, this is not an option."

Zhang Ji gritted his teeth: "Ji will come to keep vigil tonight!"

The night is darker.

Zhang Ji shook his head, surrounded by the two thousand soldiers.
To be continued...