Zhou Feng sat in the tent, looking at the map on the table, with complex eyes.

The map given by Cao Miao was both a road and a rope, tightening around his neck, making him unable to break free and gradually unable to breathe.

The bloody battle in front of the formation is no match for a few slanderous words from the slandered ministers.

Under the situation where the King of Wu was increasingly dissatisfied with the Wujun family, every word Cao Miao said was like an invisible sword, cutting off the fragile trust between the Wujun family and the Wu king. Only in this way can noble ladies like Sun Luban have the opportunity to go to the battlefield and point fingers on their own.

But he himself was wrong.

He shouldn't have acted voluntarily and promised to conquer Haikou, the mountain village, within five days.

Cao Miao knew that this was impossible, and he knew it too.

But he had no choice but to try his best, hoping that the Chen brothers would be shaken in front of his seemingly violent attack and surrender.

Judging from the current situation, he seemed to be the right bet. After conquering two hills in succession, he was only one step away from the final victory. If he could maintain the same attack strength tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it would not seem completely impossible to win.

The Chen brothers are likely to surrender. What about Cao Zhan? Should he escape or take risks?

It should be like his father Cao Xiu, even though he knew there was danger ahead, he would still rush forward with a sense of hope of winning with brute force.

If this is the case, it would be great. Nearly a hundred elite guards lying ambushed outside the tent were prepared for him.

These guards are his private parts, with strict training and good equipment. They did not participate in the battle today and were full of energy. If Cao Zhan dared to come, even if he was an enemy like Gan Ning, he could still be killed in front of the tent.

The courage of an ordinary man is not worthy of fear.

Zhou Rui looked up at the corner of the tent and called the governor of the army. "Tonight, each person will have one liter of wine and two kilograms of meat. Let them open their eyes wide and see each person carefully. If there are those who dozed off, they will be punished twenty times more. Those who commit the crime again will be dealt with by military law."

The commander responded and turned around to leave the account. During this period, they had learned about Cao Zun's ability to fight at night many times. Several military marquises and commanders were busy fighting during the day and exhausted their physical strength. They were negligent in the defense. Cao Zun broke into the camp in the middle of the night and cut off his head.

This puts them in great pressure.

Zhou Jue is their head of the family. Their primary task is not to fight, but to ensure Zhou Jue's safety. If Zhou Jue is assassinated by Cao Zuan, they will all die.

It is their responsibility to rest well during the day and preserve your physical strength. It is their responsibility to keep your eyes wide open at night and not allow any suspicious person to approach Zhou Ju.

After drinking wine, eating meat, cheering up, and not letting go of any suspicious points.

It was not until the Dongfang was white that their tense nerves relaxed a little. Another night passed, and the participants who worked for the night opened their mouths wide, and yawned one after another, gathering in groups of three or five, waiting for shift changes.

When the sound of the scammers in the camp sounded, a group of birds suddenly flew from the hills in the distance. The birds made noisy screams and flew over the sky in a dark way, attracting the attention of many people. The gangs outside the Central Army's tent were no exception and they all looked up.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of war drums also sounded on the hill on the other side, and frightened flocks of birds soared into the sky, making them spectacular.

The soldiers in the camp looked at each other in groups, gathered together in groups of three or five, looking at the flying birds in the sky, wondering what the sign was.

Zhou Feng, who was lying in harmony with clothes, heard the sound outside, walked out of the big tent, squinted his eyes, and looked around.

He just fell asleep in the middle of the night and was awakened, and his reaction was somewhat slow. He raised his head and looked at the birds in the sky. He was shocked, as if someone had suddenly grasped his heart. He felt a sense of crisis arose, and he opened his mouth and almost ordered someone to be warned.

After a while, he calmed down again. The movement was on the hillside outside the camp, so there was no need to be too nervous.

"Send someone to check it out." Zhou Feng said to the commander.

"Here." The head of the tribe responded, turned around and looked at a tribe. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly frowned, looked into the distance, and shouted in a deep voice: "Why are these people dragging their feet, and what about the others?"

Zhou Rong turned his head and saw that seven or eight soldiers were coming. They were holding long halberds and huddled their necks, muttering as they walked, as if complaining about the coldness of the morning. Seeing the costumes as if they were coming to change shifts, they were just carrying morning light, their faces were blurred and they couldn't see clearly.

After a while, Zhou Feng suddenly realized something was wrong. These people were crowded too tightly, as if they were covering up something.

This is not the queue formation you should have when walking in the camp.

"Be careful..." Zhou Feng let out a long roar.

As soon as the whistle came out, the seven or eight soldiers suddenly dispersed and raised their hands at the same time.

"Swish, swish!" A series of string sounds, and several crossbow arrows shot out.

Before the Qudu even had time to pull out the knife, he was shot in an arrow. He lay on the ground and twitched, with a short iron arrow inserted on his face.

"Dada, shuash!" A strange sound continued, and crossbows and arrows were shot out one after another. The cemeteries fell to the ground and became a mess. More cemeteries rushed over, holding their shields and braved the rain of arrows, trying to organize defense lines around Zhou Rong.

The enemy quickly approached. One of them was tall and as powerful as a tiger. He flew with two swords in his hand. In a blink of an eye, he killed three people in a row and rushed to Zhou Jue. He stepped on his elbow and hit Zhou Jue hard in the chest. Zhou Jue felt like he was hit by a bison, spitting out a mouthful of blood, flew back several feet, knocking down three divisions, and also knocking out the defensive position that the divisions had just built.

Zhou Feng fell to the ground and faced with a shooting team. With the gradually brightening morning light, he saw the iron arrow at the throat of the team.

"Yuan Rong!" Zhou Feng exclaimed.

He heard Lu Xun mention that the Prime Minister of Shu Han improved the crossbow, named Yuanrong, with iron as the arrow, eight inches long and ten arrows per crossbow, which was very powerful.

"See the goods!" With a loud laugh, Cao Zuan grabbed Zhou Feng's collar, lifted him up, and blocked him. "Put down the weapon, otherwise I will kill him!"

Just as Zhou Feng was about to speak, Cao Zun stretched out his big hand, pinched his face, and used a little force to remove his chin. Zhou Feng was heart-wrenching, but he couldn't speak, so he could only scream. Suddenly, Zhou Feng's twilight was still rushing forward before he could react.

Cao Zhan raised his sword and slashed off Zhou Feng's right arm with one knife, shouting sternly: "Get back!"

He fell to the ground with his broken hand, jumped twice on the ground, his fingers bent and stretched out. Blood sprinkled on the faces of the songs rushing in front, and they shook. Cao Zhuan's ruthlessness successfully scared them. No one doubted Cao Zhuan's determination to kill, and they subconsciously retreated.

Zhou Feng was anxious and painful, and his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in his own camp, but in the Chen brothers' village.

The Chen brothers looked at him quietly with contempt. Behind the Chen brothers stood a tall young man with a smug smile on his face and his mouth was so grin that he could almost see the back grooves.

"Zhou Bree, do you recognize me? I am the son of Grand Sima Xiu of the Great Wei Dynasty, Cao Zhan, the Qiao State."
Chapter completed!