Zhao Huo and Meng Feng were wandering around the military camp, figuring out the terrain and having fun at the same time.

They also stayed in many military camps, such as those of the Xiliang Army, the Yellow Turban Army, and the Yanzhou Army.

But the Qingzhou Army's military camp is obviously different from other military camps.

If anything is different.

Maybe there are just too many rules.

Although Duan Ying always felt that there was something wrong with these two people, he still did a good job on the surface and gave them the treatment of a hundred generals. He also knew that the two of them had just arrived in the Qingzhou Army and needed to adapt, so he sent a clever sergeant.

By his side, he is half adjutant and half supervisor.

"You are not from this battalion, why are you here? Take out your ID and take a look!" Another group of patrol sergeants stopped them, and Zhao Huo skillfully took out the officer's ID issued by Duan Ying.

"We have just arrived from Qingzhou for reinforcements. Let's take a look around and familiarize ourselves with the locations of each battalion. This will save us from having no direction when the time comes to move out the camp."

"It turns out to be Zhao Baijiang, and beyond that is the hospital. It's better not to go there if you have nothing to do."

"Oh, thank you!"

Zhao Huo pulled Meng Feng back. Meng Feng looked at the direction of the hospital, and then said, "The military discipline here in the Qingzhou Army is very strict. When we were in the Yanzhou Army, no one would care if we walked casually."

"The Yanzhou Army is a hodgepodge. There are soldiers and horses from each county. They can't tell how many people they have. The Qingzhou Army is all owned by Ma Qiang, so it is naturally different.

And on the way here, I heard that Ma Qiang is sick, something called obsessive-compulsive disorder. You see, even the quilts we fold are made to look like pieces of tofu. We have grown up since we were young. It’s strange that the military discipline here is not strict.

.”

Meng Feng stuck out his tongue. When Zhao Huo saw it, he was almost crazy. He shook his head hastily to wake himself up. This brother of his really didn't look like a man. His face was really lost.

"You two are here! Come quickly, Mr. Ming wants to see you!"

A military prince ran over and said to the two of them. The two looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

Before entering the account, I heard bursts of laughter from inside the account.

"You guys wait here, I'll go in and let you know."

Zhao Huo responded humbly, Meng Feng glanced at him, and Zhao Huo nodded.

The first meeting is the best time to assassinate him. After this time, I don't know how long it will take to see Ma Qiang.

And through the test just now, Zhao Huo felt that even if he and Meng Feng tried to set fire to cause riots, the Qingzhou Army would not blow up the camp like the Yanzhou Army did.

"Go in, Mr. Ming is waiting."

Zhao Huo led Meng Feng into the tent and saw a young man talking to Duan Ying. When Duan Ying saw the two people coming in, he said, "Ming Gong, these two are the righteous men who killed Liu Dai - Zhao Huo.

Meng Feng."

"Zhao Huo (Meng Feng) has met Duke Ming!"

The two of them saluted Ma Qiang together. Ma Qiang raised his head and said, "Excuse me, what a pair of young heroes. I didn't expect that I, a big man, would have such a knight. In the future, the relationship between the two of you will be remembered in history and become a good story."

!”

With that said, Ma Qiang came down and prepared to have a good chat with these two people.

The expression on Zhao Huo's downcast face gradually changed, and his lowered hands slowly made small movements. Meng Feng beside him also held his breath, waiting for Zhao Huo's thunderous strike.

"Ming Gong! Taishi Sima has arrived!"

"Oh? Please!"

Zhao Huo's movements suddenly stopped, Tai Shi Ci, he had already seen this person on the road, he was an absolute first-class master.

Can't hesitate any longer.

Zhao Huo suddenly raised his hand, pulled out a soft sword from his sleeve, and stabbed Ma Qiang. Meng Feng, who was beside him, rolled to a sergeant, punched the sergeant in the lifeline, and then took away the weapon from the sergeant's hand.

, looking back at Zhao Huo, the imagined scene of Ma Qiang's death did not appear. A middle-aged man suddenly appeared between Zhao Huo and Ma Qiang, holding Zhao Huo's soft sword firmly with two fingers.

.

"withdraw!"

Zhao Huo didn't hesitate at all. He took a few steps and flew back, just in time to bump into Tai Shici who heard the strange noise and came in to check.

"Where are you going, kid!"

The middle-aged man flew towards Zhao Huo like an eagle. Meng Feng, who was beside him, wanted to step forward to rescue Zhao Huo. The other sergeants also reacted and all stepped forward to surround and kill him.

"Old Wang! Catch them alive!!"

Ma Qiang's eyes widened, he was almost killed.

If Duan Ying hadn't been so restless and secretly found Wang Yue lurking nearby, he would have really died.

But who could actually trade Liu Dai's life for his own?

Is it Yuan Shao?

Or Cao Cao?

Ma Qiang couldn't wait to find out who the poisonous snake was that almost bit him to death. An enemy that could assassinate someone like this was much more difficult to deal with than an enemy on the frontal battlefield.

Zhao Huo's body was extremely soft. Taishi Ci stretched out his hand to catch him, but he dodged it. Seeing this, Wang Yue behind him simply flicked the sword in his hand and gently pulled the wire with his fingers, using Zhang Jiao's sword control technique.

Wang Yue came to Qingzhou with Gan Shi's senior brother Luo Daoren after Ma Qiang conquered Dong. He only knew swordsmanship and could not manage an army and a country, so Ma Qiang raised him as a retainer and took Zhang Jiao as a guest.

The sword-control skills left behind were given to him, and Wang Yue obtained this method. However, he studied it every day and learned Zhang Jue's flying sword skills. The sword skills became even more weird and unpredictable.

Wang Yue's flying sword penetrated Zhao Huo's left shoulder with a pop. Taishi Ci also stepped forward and pushed him to the ground. Zhao Huo still wanted to struggle, but Taishi Ci simply punched him and prepared to knock him out, but saw Zhao Huo shake.

Shaking his head, he continued to struggle to remember.

Taishi Ci was stunned for a moment, wondering whether he was too light, and punched him again, but he still didn't faint.

....

what's the situation?

Come again!

One punch after another, Zhao Huozhi was hit until his nose was bleeding, but he was still conscious and moving around. Meng Feng, who had been pushed down by Huang Xu, cried and shouted, "Don't hit! Brother Huo can't feel pain.

You won’t faint!”

No pain??

Ma Qiang felt curious and asked Tai Shici to stop. Then he looked at Meng Feng who was lying on the ground and wanted to crawl towards Zhao Huo and said, "Tell me, who sent you to assassinate me?"

Neither Zhao Huo nor Meng Feng spoke. Zhao Huo vomited blood and was most likely unable to speak. Meng Feng lowered his head, looking like he was waiting to die.

"Don't tell me?" Ma Qiang looked at Duan Ying and said, "Commander Duan, you brought it, you can handle it."

Duan Ying had a cold face and felt like he was about to explode with anger.

If he hadn't had an extra hand, Ma Qiang would have sacrificed himself if something happened, and he would have lost all hope of overthrowing the noble clan.

No pain?

Some punishments don’t require any pain!

News of Ma Qiang's assassination quickly spread throughout the military camp. Zhao Yun, who had just returned from patrolling, was stunned when he learned that one of the two arrested men claimed to be from Changshan, named Zhao Huo.

Could it be that?

Zhao Yun hurried to the cell, but before he entered, he heard a piercing scream coming from inside.

"Please report! Zhao Yun wants to see you!"

Duan Ying was pushed out by the sergeant. When he saw Zhao Yun, he smiled and said, "Zilong, if you don't prepare for the military meeting, what are you doing here?"

"Sir, I heard that the assassin is from Changshan and his name is Zhao Huo?"

Duan Ying nodded, then shook his head and said, "He does claim to be from Changshan, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

"Sir, please let Yun meet this person."

Duan Ying glanced at Zhao Yun suspiciously, nodded and said, "Come in with me."

Zhao Yun followed Duan Ying into the boss and came to the cell. He saw Zhao Huo tied to the cross, while Meng Feng beside him was lying on the side with a pale face and a dull look. There was a bucket of water and a cup beside her.

The stack of paper is probably a torture device.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Huo's head and lifted it up. He saw that Zhao Huo's eyes were full of death. He knew that this man was no longer prepared to live. Looking at this face again... Zhao Yun thought for a while and then shouted

"Do you know Zhao Yuan?"

Zhao Huo trembled all over and slowly turned his face to look at Zhao Yun. There was finally some life in his eyes, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Zhao Jun, do you recognize him?"

"Zhao Jun...is my elder brother...Zhao Yuan...is my father..." Zhao Huo hesitated for a long time and finally said it.

He used his real name that day, partly because he was worried that he would be found out if he told lies, and usually because he was hoping that he would be able to find his clansmen.

Who would really want to be a lonely ghost in this world?

"Brother Huo! You are really Brother Huo! I am Zhao Yun, you wait, I will plead with Ming Gong, you wait!!!"

Zhao Yun's voice was trembling with excitement. He bowed to Duan Ying, "I know that Zhao Huo has committed an unforgivable crime! But because of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, my Changshan Zhao family has very few people left. Please allow me, sir."
To be continued...