At this moment, three hundred meters ahead of the Han army camp, the Yellow Turban army had gathered and approached fiercely. In front of them, one beacon after another stretched into the Han army camp.

Each beacon tower does not stand alone, and there is a beacon tower on its left and right. On each beacon tower, there are hundreds of Han soldiers led by the centurion guarding each other. No matter which direction the Yellow Turban Army attacks, they can find their whereabouts. And when they are raided, even if one beacon tower does not have time to light the beacon, then the other two beacon towers guarding the left and right can even light the beacon.

There are nine in total, and there are three beacon towers every 100 meters. It is ridiculous to place beacon towers within such a close distance. However, this is in the state where the camp is blocked by thick fog, so setting up beacon towers is not a ridiculous problem. On the contrary, with the warning function of beacon towers and the soldiers guarding the beacon towers, the current Han army camp is almost impeccable.

These beacon towers are nails after nail. Whether the attacking Yellow Turban Army wants to pull out these nails to attack smoothly. But if the attack is over, the army will be pressed down, just for the beacon tower stationed by a hundred Han soldiers. Sooner or later, they will withdraw their troops back to Guangzong City. If they are stationed, they will be surrounded and swallowed by the Han army. If they do not station troops, they will be captured again by the Han army.

These beacon towers are really like a useless rib, and they are tasteless to eat, but it is a pity to throw them away. Now this is the problem that Zhao Hong and Bocai is put on. Whether they are feinting or not, these beacon towers have become obstacles on the way forward and must be removed.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The centurion of the first beacon tower on the outermost periphery sighed and immediately shouted loudly when he saw the traces of the Yellow Turban Army.

The soldiers behind him immediately picked up the torch and lit the pile of firewood that had been stacked on the beacon tower. Suddenly, flames rolled up and drifted towards the sky with thick smoke. In the past few dozen seconds, all the Han soldiers guarding the beacon tower immediately felt a burning hot breath behind their backs, causing sweat to drip down.

All the soldiers looked at the Yellow Turban Army swarming over, without any fear on their faces, and pulled their bows and shot arrows at the Yellow Turban Army. Even if they had only more than a hundred people and could not kill many Yellow Turban soldiers, it would not hinder their attack! Even if they died, they had to bring a few Yellow Turban soldiers. If they died like this, they would be willing to die!

On an isolated island, they were facing the wave of the Yellow Turban Army swarming, and there were no reinforcements. Since they were sent to station in the beacon tower, they had known their destiny for a long time, but they had no complaints. In this way, as soldiers, they had to follow the military orders, not to mention the heroic scene of the Death Camp when they went to fight a few days ago. Compared with the Death Camp, which suffered a lot of casualties in every battle, these people were nothing.

"Hurry and hurry. Report the news to Shuai Lu!" A general stationed outside the thick fog ordered the soldiers beside him and immediately asked him to convey the news that the main force of the Yellow Turbans had already begun the attack.

Within just a few minutes, Lu Zhi got the news when he sat in the coach.

"How many?" he asked with his head raised.

"About 20,000 people." The soldier who was brought into the tent pond pondered for a while, and then finally replied.

"Okay, you go down." Lu Zhi waved his hand. After the soldier left, he picked up the military book in his hand and continued to read it.

"Ship Lu, the Yellow Turban Army of 20,000 people, is a bit threatening." Another middle-aged general in the tent spoke, and he was the deputy general who followed Lu Zhi.

"Of course there is a threat. But this threat has long disappeared." Lu Zhi raised his eyes and said softly.

"The scope of the camp has been expanded, and it is only a little short of getting out of the fog. Ten thousand soldiers are stationed, and these ten thousand soldiers can resist the frontal impact at any time."

"What's more, the main force of the Yellow Turban Thieves Army in front is only 20,000. These 20,000 people are just feint attacks, and of course they also shoulder the task of attacking at any time. However, the premise is that the Yellow Turban Thieves Army from Yingchuan successfully breaks the camp."

"So, there is nothing to worry about. As long as Zhang Jiao's main force is not moving, I will not move. Respond to changes with the unchanging situation. Although the first move can be controlled, it is easy to be counter-attacked. Now I want to force the Yellow Turban Army into the corner and let them fight us. Or hide in Guangzong City, surrounded and annihilate it." Lu Zhi said slowly.

The former is what he hopes most, which is to fight the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. Now Huangfu Song has led his army to the battlefield of Yingchuan, and he has the possibility of a major decisive battle. The latter is a second choice. The casualties may be more than the deaths and injuries of the siege in the city, but it has the possibility of annihilation of all and most of the troops in the Yellow Turban Army.

"So that's it." After hearing what Lu Zhi said, the clan relaxed. Now he finally knew why Lu Zhi was so relaxed. He was not surprised by all the emergencies, but it turned out that everything was long as he expected.

It is as motionless as a mountain, and no matter how slanted the wind and drizzle are, it cannot be shaken at all.

This is the clerk’s impression of Lu Zhi at this moment, and it is also a true portrayal of Xiahou Dun at this moment.

After the corner of the Han army camp was completely opened, although the Yellow Turban soldiers were surprised, they still did not choose to retreat. These preparations and traps were regarded as manifestations of the weakness of the Han army.

After clearing the annoying gadgets on the ground, they charged towards the rear of the Han army with the rain of arrows on their heads. At this moment, Xiahou Dun appeared on the road of their advance, holding a long spear in his hand.

In the past few days, he and Xiahou Yuan took turns to serve the Han army's rear camp. It's just that during this period when he was on duty, the Yellow Turban Army attacked.

A shot was pierced, and the air around was stirred, and the spear penetrated from the chest of a Yellow Turban soldier. Without a trace of pause, Xiahou Dun immediately pulled it out, and a bunch of blood was scattered around. The gun rod swung toward the side, hitting another Yellow Turban soldier heavily, sank his body and pouring him down, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The gun was moved with the heart. The spear of Zhang San formed an extremely gorgeous spear, bringing up bunches of blood to spread. Every Yellow Turban soldier who stepped into the spear had just appeared, and the next moment, Xiahou Dun's spear would appear there, picking or stabbing, and sometimes gently stroked from his throat, bringing out a bloodline from the tip of the spear.

He was the unshakable mountain, blocking the impact of hundreds of soldiers close to him in front of him.
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