"It seems that it still has not been successful." Zhang Jiaoluo was on the high platform of the Taoist altar, looking up at the sky, feeling a little disappointed.

This was long as he expected, and he just tried it. Success was of course good, but it was not unexpected. Lei Xing was domineering and could not hold a ray of mind, but he still followed him from a distance and saw everything that happened.

There was some vagueness, but he knew that when the thunder pillar was about to hit Lu Zhi, there was greater resistance. It was a fate that made it stronger than Lu Zhi. Although it seemed a little weaker than Lu Zhi's fate, it was even more difficult in the face of honor. The two blocked each other, and the speed of the thunder pillar dropped again and again, until the end, there was no way to bring the results Zhang Jiao wanted to see.

The theory of fate is illusory, just like the destiny of heaven, visible and invisible. There are too many forks in a person's life, or turning left or walking right, and there will be completely different results. Just like Zhang Jiao, perhaps he had achieved the best skills of peace and did not choose to embark on the path he is now, which is a different result.

Destiny is in heaven, and destiny is in man, but it cannot be controlled by man.

Who can do it by me? He is by me now, but he still can't do it. But he can still choose, he still chooses what he chooses.

After a while, Zhang Jiao smiled gently. No matter whether he failed or not, the sky would eventually collapse. He just looked at it and saw the general result, which surprised him and had a little pleasure.

After laughing for a long time, Zhang Jiao's smile gradually calmed down and he shouted: "Zhao Hong."

Under the Taoist altar, there were many Yellow Turban generals, including several large Qu generals and many small Qu generals. They were all waiting quietly. Basically, two-thirds of the senior leaders of the Yellow Turban army gathered here. When Zhang Jiao appeared, they gathered spontaneously at the Taoist altar. Everything Zhang Jiao did just now fell into their eyes.

A general stood up, "Hongzai!"

"If you lead 10,000 soldiers to the battle, be sure to directly reach the Han army camp. Do not enter the fog and continue to put pressure on the Han army camp. At the same time, if the Han army comes out, kill them all! Be sure not to establish various defense facilities outside the fog."

"Yes! Zhao Hong received the order!" Zhao Hong clasped his fists and immediately turned around and ran out of the Taoist altar. He got on the horse tied outside and immediately headed towards the military camp in the city.

In the Yellow Turban Army, there is no need for any certificate to mobilize troops. Due to the crazy admiration of Zhang Jiao personally, no one will do the act of mobilizing troops without authorization. In addition, the Yellow Turban Army is divided into one large canal and the other small canal, because every time the troops are transferred to battle, they are actually just to lead their soldiers to the battlefield.

Zhao Hong turned out to be the Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang. The commander of the Daqu Commander Zhang Mancheng, but was asked back by Zhang Jiao. Zhao Hong had the ability to command troops, so Zhang Jiao was not worried about the big problems. And even if the Han army wants to detach the camp now, it is probably very difficult. The thick fog he called can last for four days!

"Report!" The guard walked into Lu Zhi's commander's tent.

Lu Zhi, who was in charge of the position of command, turned around, his expression on his face was extremely cold, his power of being unhappy and murderous aura was filled with murderous aura. The attack not long ago really made him angry. If it weren't for the fact that Cao Mengde happened to come and discuss, he would be the one who was struck by lightning!

Cao Mengde, who saved him, is still unconscious until now and is still cared for by the military doctors in the army. He was seriously injured after only a moment of contact. If it were him, I was afraid he would die now? How could he not be surprised by life and death? Even though Lu Zhi is a great scholar, who is very well-educated in daily life and does not show his emotions, and his emotions in his heart still appear on his face.

"explain."

The half-kneel guard did not dare to neglect and immediately told the latest military information, "Report to the commander, our scouts had already left the military camp and roughly found the fog covering the fog. In addition to the fog covering the camp, the fog also covered about 500 steps around the camp. In addition, the scouts also found that the gate of Guangzong was wide open and the Yellow Turban Army was leaving the city."

"Our army engineers have built three beacon towers, and are still expanding outward."

"Transfer my military orders, and the Death Camp will come out. Eat the Yellow Turban Thieves Army's outbound army." Lu Zhi pulled out a token for transferring the army, walked to the guards, and handed it to him.

There was not much fog in the handsome tent now. Although the fog outside was still invading inward, there were six strong men standing in Lu Zhi's tent, who were constantly waving their palm-leaf fans. Their arms kept swinging, and with the strong wind blowing out of the palm-leaf fans, they dispelled the fog from the door exposed by the rolled curtain.

"Yes!" The personal guard took the military order and immediately walked out of the tent.

He was even excited now because the Death Camp was the most powerful battalion among the Guangzong Han army! Some people also called it the Death Camp because they all dared to fight. The soldiers in the battalion were extremely brave! Before coming to Guangzong, they had several fierce battles in Jizhou, and several encounters after coming to Guangzong, the Death Camp was the most outstanding battalion, and the battalion that scared the Yellow Turban Army the most.

Now that I heard that I wanted to fight the Death Camp, the personal guards couldn't help but feel excited, because this was to make the Yellow Turban Army suffer again! Of course, we should not hold back for those traitors, and we should let them truly regret the choices they made.

"Death Camp! Death Camp!" He ran quickly in the camp, unable to see too many scenery, and could only rely on his memory to search for the Death Camp location in the camp. However, there were not many reference objects, so he could only keep shouting. As long as the soldiers in the Death Camp heard his voice and answered, he could go through the voice.

"What's the name? The fog is so thick, so why don't I sleep well? Noisy, why are you arguing!"

A rough voice came from the other end of the mist. When the guard heard it, he was immediately happy and followed in the direction where the sound disappeared. As for the somewhat crude content, he didn't care, because this was the case for the Death Camp, not to mention that he had already recognized the owner of the Death Camp, the captain of the Death Camp, Li Qianjun.

The personal guards ran for a while, and didn't know if they had arrived at the camp of the Death Camp, so they could only shout loudly: "The general has an order, the Death Camp will come out!"

"So the commander is the commander, hehe." A voice sounded in the guard's ears, and a big hand slapped his shoulder.

"Young guys, stop being too slow, put down the work in your hands. Don't tell me that you are very busy. Now you can't do anything. The yellow turban cowards outside are itchy. It's time for us to loosen the soil and see the blood!"

"The whole camp gathers! The suicide camp, come out!"
Chapter completed!