Silence, a long and dull journey, after a long journey through the forest, Yun Ting finally stopped and the dream god machine appeared at the end of his vision.

Dream God machine shuttled through the forest, moving his footsteps lightly, jumping on the roots of the rocks and trees that were bulging out of the ground. Every step he took was extremely great, and he only jumped out with the explosive power of his toes and tendons. He jumped down and jumped again. If someone could see his character panel now, his movement was constantly rising. The degree increased suddenly and suddenly dropped suddenly, which was caused by the moment when his toes stepped on the ground.

When Meng Shenji came to Yun Ting, there was already a slight sweat on his forehead, and his chest was also constantly lying on his breathing, controlling his own breathing, and every time it was extremely regular. Behind him, the alarming birds cried from afar, and when Meng Shenji stopped, the sound had gradually disappeared and the surroundings were completely calmed down.

Yun Ting didn't talk nonsense and asked directly: "Where is the location?"

He did not doubt that Dream God could not find a base camp in the player alliance. For a person who is ahead of the Three Kingdoms history for thousands of years, especially a dreamer who is good at tracking and counter-tracking, it is easy to get rid of his hands. This is not blind faith, but absolute confidence. Therefore, Yun Ting did not ask whether the Dream God Machine successfully found the target, because he would definitely be able to find it!

"Follow me." Meng Shenji nodded slightly, without saying anything nonsense. As the short three words were finished, a deep breath slowly came out of his mouth, and he turned around, his figure suddenly rose and suddenly rushed out.

"The whole army obeys the order! March urgently! Keep a close eye on one of your companions closest to you!"

While giving the order, Yun Ting smiled and took a deep breath. His legs quickly followed Meng Shenji. He fell behind Meng Shenji and didn't care about falling behind. As long as he followed Meng Shenji firmly.

There was a sound of unison footsteps behind him. Yun Ting looked slightly and swept his eyes with the light of his eyes. He completely let go and looked at the Dream God machine running in front of him, focusing on the fast speeding. Many soldiers followed him firmly, almost three or four positions behind. After a long time, the gap may widen, but Yun Ting was not worried. Even if some soldiers were behind because of physical strength, they could even see his back. As long as someone could follow him, he could see his figure.

One by one, one behind, you can see the soldiers running in front of you, so that even if you fall behind, you won’t fall behind. What’s more, all the soldiers in this army are of good physical fitness. Yun Ting can see this when he marched from time to time during the previous few days! These are all elite soldiers sent by Zhang Jiao to Yun Ting, and it’s better to be insignificant than to be insignificant. These two hundred soldiers were specially selected by Yun Ting. If there are really soldiers who fall behind, Yun Ting doesn’t have to do anything, just use a soak in shit and stick his eyes!

In this way, a new round of frightening began in this deep forest where there seemed to be no open land. The birds who had just calmed down flew to the high altitude again, while fluttering their wings, kept chirping, and looked at the group of people moving forward with alert and curious eyes.

"Have you finally arrived?"

On the other side, Winter exhaled a long breath, and his heart that was almost hanging in his throat fell back to its original place. Even though the scouts kept giving back along the way, he was always empty when he didn't really see it. Now that he finally saw the army that he had been waiting for for a long time, he completely relieved.

Lin Dong was lying on the hillside, surrounded by fine shrubs, and the branches and leaves of green plants he wore was completely hidden. Even if he looked closer, he couldn't see the difference between him and his surroundings at all, let alone the army below, which was still far away. Even if the army was wearing soldier costumes from the Han Dynasty army, Lin Dong recognized that they were his target, because the scouts along the way kept exploring and a series of information were constantly feedback. Unless he was really an idiot, he would believe that this was a Han army.

He stared at the Yellow Turban Army that was still moving. As the soldiers and the ox carts advanced, his heart kept jumping. Winter's palms were already clenched into a fist, and his nails were deeply trapped in the flesh. The palms were greasy and didn't hurt, but they were covered with sweat.

All around him were players dressed up or indigenous soldiers. They also looked down tightly, without blinking. The excitement and tension in their hearts continued to expand, but they always suppressed these two emotions and did not allow themselves to make any extra moves. Near, far, and farther away, the people in ambush were all waiting for their prey to step into the trap and enter their ambush circle.

There were also people waiting around Lin Dong. They were more nervous than other players because they were the messengers who decided everything or started. So they had to watch Lin Dong. When he issued the order to start ambush, he imitated the whistle that had been practicing for a long time, so that players in the distance could hear it and attack together.

"Why did they stop?" Lin Dong murmured to himself, and a sudden uneasiness appeared in his heart.

In his eyes, the army that was moving at an extremely fast rate suddenly dropped, became slow, and finally stopped completely. They stopped dozens of steps away from the ambush circle set up by Ling Winter, and stopped like that without moving.

"Hurry!" Some players shouted silently in their hearts. He was anxious and had an impulse to rush down and let these Yellow Turban soldiers come to him quickly, so as to step into a trap and be torn to pieces.

There were players and indigenous soldiers with the same mentality as this player everywhere. Even if they were anxious, they still had to lie quietly, preventing the army below from showing any clues, which made the operation fail. They breathed, the cold air was inhaled from their noses, and another burning breath spit out with the heat in their chests. This cycle was repeated, and gradually, they began to get anxious.

The Yellow Turban Army below was still motionless.

Suddenly, a man riding a horse appeared in their sight, and he rode his horse out.

"Come on! Carry up the table and stools I prepared, as well as my wine and food. I see that today's sunny and cloudless, it's really a good time for a picnic!" The toad that was eating the phoenix shouted loudly immediately.

His loud voice... Well, it is actually a skill that players can understand. Coupled with the original loud voice, the sound continues to spread, and the ambushers who are ambushing in the distance can hear it.

"Puff!" A player who was supposed to hold his breath spit out a mouthful, and then immediately covered his mouth firmly with both hands, covering the next cough.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He cried with a sad face, with most of his saliva stained with the corners of his mouth. He apologized to the players around him: "I... I really didn't mean it. I really couldn't help it. I couldn't spit out a mouthful of blood, but I ended up spitting out a mouthful of saliva!"

The player next to him patted his shoulder silently, expressing his understanding. He also had the urge to vomit blood. He just forced himself to hold it back, so that he would not have such a sip of water and forcibly stop the tragic experience of being choked by his saliva.

At this time, under the tense, serious and dull atmosphere of these ambushers, another change occurred.

The Yellow Turban soldiers raised a small table, added two stools, and then several soldiers served a few dishes, a pot of wine, two cups, and a few fruits after the meal. In this way, in full view of everyone, the toad that ate the phoenix dismounted and walked towards the stool.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, turned around and said to Wang Meng nearby, "Come on, General Wang, come on the table and have a drink with me!"

After saying that, the toad that ate the phoenix without waiting for Wang Meng's answer, took a few steps forward and sat on the stool. Not only that, he also crossed his legs, poured himself a glass of wine, and sipped a small sip of wine with a "tsk" sound.

"I am moving forward immediately, and I can hear the birds singing in the forest. This beautiful mountain view is really not suitable to march." The toad that eats phoenix singed hoarsely, shaking his head, looking intoxicated by himself.

He didn't care whether this was the tune of the empty city plan or not, he adapted it in his own way, as long as he could listen comfortably! Of course, all of this was spoken by him with the skill of "boozing", including the few sentences he sang later.

"Puff." This time it was not the player who made the sound, but Lin Dong. He widened his eyes and a meaningless grunt deep in his throat.
Chapter completed!