The tiger was held down by several strong soldiers, and Zhao Hui slashed the tiger in the hind leg with a dagger.

"Hold it down."

The thigh was stabbed, and the tiger suddenly began to struggle violently, and Zhao Hui hurriedly shouted.

Zhao Hui didn't want tiger blood to be spilled on the ground.

Although the tiger was strong, it was still difficult to resist when it was held down by six strong soldiers.

Seeing that a bowl of tiger blood was about to be filled, Zhao Hui applied the herbs that had already been prepared to be smashed to the tiger's wound to stop the tiger's bleeding.

"This tiger blood is a medicine lead, you must take care of it."

Let people look at the tiger carefully, Zhao Hui returned to the room with the bowl.

The tiger blood that had just been released was still warm.

Drink it straight?

is about to follow Zhang Liang to attack Guangzong, and Zhao Hui must verify whether the tiger blood has any effect on his body.

Although Zhao Hui had never drunk tiger blood, when he was on a mission before, at a critical moment, he had eaten insect bark or something, as long as he could eat it, he could swallow it.

A bowl of tiger blood did not make Zhao Hui hesitate because he couldn't swallow it.

It's just that Zhao Hui suddenly thought that the tiger blood in front of him, if his body needed human blood, would he do the same?

Shaking his head, Zhao Hui dispelled these thoughts, picked up the pottery bowl of Table Mountain, and drank the tiger blood.

A bowl of tiger blood was quickly drunk by Zhao Hui, wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Hui closed his eyes.

There was a burning heat in the body, the same as when the tiger's blood flowed to the body.

It's just that the burning sensation in the body is constantly increasing, and the esophagus and stomach seem to be flowing with molten slurry and molten iron.

But in this burning, Zhao Hui felt that there was a force that was constantly flowing into his limbs.

I wanted to shout loudly, but Zhao Hui only bit his clothes and didn't let himself make a sound.

The effect of drinking a bowl of tiger blood is much more powerful than the effect of being soaked in tiger blood at the beginning.

Half an hour later, Zhao Hui finally felt that the burning heat in his body was dissipating.

With a mouth open, and letting go of the clothes that were almost bitten, Zhao Hui opened his eyes.

"It worked."

The changes in his body, Zhao Hui knows better than anyone else.

Although it is impossible to recover to his peak, the strength of this body is not weaker than that of two months of training.

It's just that this body hasn't exercised for a long time, and it still looks very thin.

"I just don't know how long this effect will last." Zhao Hui said in his heart.

The last time I was soaked in tiger blood, the effect was not so good, and it only lasted for three or five days.

After packing up, Zhao Hui came to Zhang Wang's room.

"I'll go with Zhang Liang to attack Guangzong tomorrow, and your injuries are not healed, so stay here to recuperate."

"But master, you ......" looked at Zhao Hui, feeling that Zhao Hui was different, but his body still looked like that, but his face was much more ruddy.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Zhao Hui said.

The next day, Zhao Hui took a team of 100 people and set off with Zhang Liang's army.

"Daddy, Brother Zhao's body is like that, how can he fight?" On the city wall, Zhang Xue said.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Zhang Jiao said in a deep voice.

At the beginning, he just saved Zhao Hui easily, but until now, Zhang Jiao can't understand Zhao Hui's heart.

Zhao Hui gave Zhang Jiao too many surprises, and Zhang Jiao wanted to see what else Zhao Hui could come up with this time.

This is Zhang Jiaoming's ill-intentioned suggestion when he knows that Yu Poison put it forward. But Zhang Jiao agreed.

At the same time, Zhang Jiao had already instructed his third brother Zhang Liang to be optimistic about Zhao Hui, he was okay if he was injured, but he must save Zhao Hui's life.

Gwangjong Castle belongs to a castle under Julu County.

It's not far from the giant deer, even if the road is crooked, it is less than a hundred miles.

The army can be reached in a day.

Zhao Hui was not wearing armor, just an ordinary linen clothes, riding on a miscellaneous horse, followed by a team of 100 people, mixed in Zhang Liang's army, and slowly advanced.

As the elite of the rabble of the Yellow Turban Army, the 100-man team is extremely eye-catching in the 50,000-strong army of Zhang Liang.

The yellow flag fluttered high, and the flagpole was straight, not necessarily shaking.

In a team of 100 people, the armor on each person's body was lying down from the Han army, with a ten-pound sword hanging on his waist, and his heavy steps were neat and orderly.

The other Yellow Turban soldiers had crooked bodies and weak walking, and few of them had complete armor.

Some people have an iron sheet hanging on their chests, some people have two tattered pieces of iron on their shoulders, and their clothes are also tattered. The face is sallow, the body is thin and thin, and it is obviously malnourished.

Say it's an army, it's more like a group of refugees.

Taiping Dao did not have the support of the scholars, and the Yellow Turban Army itself was the lowest level of people who could not survive, and those gentry would not join at all.

The damaged armor on the ordinary Yellow Turban Army was snatched from the Han Army and then hung on themselves.

Although Zhang Jiao also has his own blacksmith shop, he can't even supply pig iron in time, let alone the poor smelting efficiency.

Even the weapons and armor built in a year are not enough for 10,000 people to be armed.

And because the organization and discipline of the Yellow Turban Army has always been very poor, when collecting the spoils of war, there are always many Yellow Turban Army greedy ink and concealment, resulting in a very big waste.

These Yellow Turbans don't think of themselves as soldiers at all, just because they have nowhere to go, they are here, just to live, to eat.

If they leave, they will not be able to grab food on their own.

To say that this is an army is actually a large number of rogues is more appropriate.

The team of 100 trained by Zhao Hui claimed to be Zhang Jiao's personal guard.

That's how you can get so many benefits.

If it is the Zhao Hui Guard, not to mention the complete armor taken off the Han army, even the food cannot be guaranteed, and it can only be the same standard as the ordinary Yellow Turban Army.

But even so, it still made many ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers jealous.

At this moment, Zhao Hui's team of 100 people, although mixed with Zhang Liang's army of 50,000, seemed out of place.

If it weren't for the yellow scarf wrapped around their heads, some people would believe it if they were Han soldiers.

"It's too slow." Wu Youcai said in a low voice.

The Yellow Turbans marched at a slower speed than they carried 30 pounds of sandbags on their backs.

More than fifty miles of road, starting in the morning, and ten miles away from Guangzong City in the evening.

"Set up camp right here." Zhang Liang ordered.

Zhao Hui looked at it and shook his head, Zhang Liang didn't think about whether this place was suitable for camping at all, just walked here, and camped here.

This is a valley, with high mountains on both sides, if the enemy army sets up ambushes on both sides of the high mountains, arrows rain and stones fall, and cut off the rear road of the Yellow Turban Army, these 50,000 Yellow Turban Army, no more than 10,000 can escape, or even the whole army will be wiped out.

Zhao Hui rode a miscellaneous horse to Zhang Liang's side and said, "General Rengong, set up camp here, if the enemy ambushes on the mountain, the army will be in danger." ”