The poisonous smoke was now filling the air, and Zuo Feng fell to the ground and struggled in pain, obviously he had been poisoned.

There was no doctor among the people accompanying him. If anyone else came close and inhaled the poisonous smoke, they would only harm themselves.

It is definitely impossible to save Zuo Feng.

"Help me...quickly, save me!" Zuo Feng could not stand up, but he could still scream.

"Don't worry, Huangmen! We will definitely save you! Quick, go and look for the Taiping demons nearby! They must have the antidote!" the cavalry general shouted.

This is not nonsense, the poisonous smoke does not distinguish between each other, everyone will be poisoned.

The Yellow Turban Thief does not care about the death of his soldiers, but he does care about the lives of his officers.

Before using poisonous smoke, important people will definitely take the antidote in advance.

With an excuse, a group of people immediately stayed away from Zuo Feng, who was not far from death.

Zuo Feng's body gradually stiffened, his eyes widened, his skin turned slightly blue and black, and he refused to close his eyes.

He never imagined that he would be poisoned to death by a poisonous chimney falling from the sky.

Zuo Feng came on behalf of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, so the protection work must be in place.

The five hundred elite cavalry could only be destroyed unless the Yellow Turban Army sent a large army to surround them.

And the Yellow Turban Army sent a large army, do you think Lu Zhi is dead?

If the Yellow Turban Army dares to move, they are playing into their own hands.

As for the mighty generals in the Yellow Turban Army who rush into battle to kill people...even if we don't consider the impact on morale, it really makes people succeed in charging, but they can still run away if they can't be beaten.

The five hundred cavalrymen have determined that nothing will happen to Zuo Feng.

Unexpectedly, he was poisoned by a poisonous chimney falling from the sky.

Zuo Feng died on the spot.

No one could find out which yellow turban thief was behind the attack.

The poisonous smoke does not last long and gradually dissipates.

The cavalry surrounded them again.

Looking at the hole-pierced top of the carriage, they looked toward the sky. Wasn't that poisonous chimney thrown down from the sky by someone?

How can it be……

Even the demonic magic of the Taiping demons cannot fly into the sky.

As for training falcons, they can only drop poisonous chimneys. How can they smash a big hole in a carriage?

There was nothing in the sky except quite thick clouds.

Everyone couldn't figure it out, so they stopped thinking about it, took away Zuo Feng's body, and rushed back to Luoyang as quickly as possible.

Prevent them from becoming the next victims of the poisonous chimney that may appear.

As for the crime of protecting Zuo Feng, it is not a war crime and should not be too serious.

A poisonous chimney "missile" dropped from the sky and poisoned Zuo Feng to death. Xia Yanzhen did not return to the military camp immediately.

He rode Tiamat to the sky above Guangzong County and disappeared among the clouds.

Xia Yanzhen looked down and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There is actually no one in Guangzong County!

There was no one on the street at all.

It was broad daylight, when it should be a busy time, but no one appeared in the open air.

"interesting."

Xia Yanzhen took out the magic observation mirror.

Adjust the angle and observe that the "drop point" of the magic mirror enters the interior of the building at your feet.

Xia Yanzhen saw that there were many people inside the house. They were lying on the ground, on the table, and on the bed, with their eyes closed tightly and falling into a deep sleep.

Those sleeping include the Yellow Turban Army and ordinary people in Guangzong County.

Xia Yanzhen adjusted the observation mirror and looked for the three Zhang Jiao brothers.

Although he had never seen many of them, their clothes should not be too ordinary and he could recognize them.

However, Xia Yanzhen searched around and found that everyone was sleeping.

"Are the three Zhang Jiao brothers also among them?"

Xia Yanzhen thought to himself, it would be really hard to find these people if they were mixed in with the sleeping crowd.

If you have already left Guangzong County, it is unlikely.

Unless the three Zhang Jiao brothers can fly, or dig out the soil to leave the ground.

It is not impossible to escape, but now the Yellow Turban Army is not at all exhausted.

There is no reason for the three Zhang Jiao brothers to leave more than 200,000 troops in Guangzong County and run away on their own.

Just when I was thinking of testing it out, I saw a sleeping man in the magic mirror with a bloodstain on his face.

The vertical blood marks started from the forehead, went down to the neck, and then to the invisible body.

The blood stain expanded, forming a bloody wound, and even tore the clothes.

There was no blood flowing out of it, but someone drilled out!

The scene was like a snake shedding its skin.

After a person emerges, the original person becomes a thin human skin.

The man who came out looked different from the original man.

"What the hell? She's even shed her skin..."

Xia Yanzhen quickly adjusted the position of the "camera" and looked elsewhere.

Occasionally, those people also shed their skins one after another, leaving behind a human skin that would turn into fly ash at the slightest touch.

Everything inside disappears.

The man who just came out looked the same as the man who came out at the beginning.

But the man who shed his skin behind him looked similar but different.

Xia Yanzhen adjusted the "sight position" of the magic mirror again, and those sleeping people turned into human skin.

A large number of "two" similar looking men replaced them.

"Could it be brothers Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang?" Xia Yan really thought of a possibility.

These people may have become like the two brothers Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang.

As for why it wasn't Zhang Jiao.

After all, Zhang Jiao is a great teacher and a great general. If the Yellow Turban Rebellion can be compared to a game.

Zhang Jiao is definitely the final B, but Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang cannot be the final B yet.

If all the people who appeared had the same appearance, Xia Yan would really think it was Zhang Jiao.

Now there are two people with similar looks, most likely Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang.

A large number of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang walked out of the house and walked quietly towards the warehouse in the city.

"Looks like we're about to attack. Let's go back first."

Xia Yan really has no intention of being a lone hero.

Tiamat turned the dragon's head and came to the sky above the military camp.

Xia Yanzhen fell from the sky and "smashed" directly outside the main camp tent, startling the guarding soldiers and almost knocking out the weapons in their hands.

He relaxed after seeing clearly that it was Xia Yanzhen.

"Daozhang Xia!"

"Well, is General Zhonglang inside?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

Lu Zhi is now Beizhong Lang General.

"exist--"

Before the guard could speak, Lu Zhi's voice came from the camp: "Is it Daoist Xia? Please come in quickly."

The guard opened the thick curtain and Xia Yanzhen went in.

Lu Zhi stood behind the desk, with a simple sand table placed on the desk.

There was Zou Jing next to him.

"Daozhang Xia."

Lu Zhi and Zou Jing were respectful.
To be continued...