"Yuan Zhi, are we going to the battlefield too?" Zhang Fei kept walking around.

In Murong Castle, he didn't have a good time, and he didn't feel very enjoyable.

"Yide, on the battlefield, if you can use less strength, you can use less point." Xu Shu comforted on the side: "Are you able to fight, what about the soldiers who follow you?" Why unnecessary casualties? ”

"You, you, you!" Zhang Fei scratched his head in annoyance: "Zilong, that, brother, what do you say these conspiracies are used for?" It's better for us to kill the past for a while, chopping vegetables and cutting melons. ”

"That's what Yuan Zhi said," Zhao Yun slanted his eyes: "Do you have to fight until you lose your strength before you are willing?" Come on, the skin is itchy, isn't it? Let's go out and practice solo! ”

"Poof!" Zhao Dong couldn't help laughing, and when he saw Zhang Fei's eyes about to kill, he held back again.

At present, Zhao Yun's force value, even Huang Zhonglai, dare not say that he can win, and even Guan Yu can't do the rest.

"Just wait here and wait!" Zhang Fei stomped his feet vigorously: "You are all immortals? If these dogs don't take this road and go back from other roads, won't we have to waste our energy? ”

"Oh, really!" Xu Shu patted his head: "Yide, no, Zhao Dong, you will come to this place immediately, it is here in Sow Gorge, there is only one gap between us and the east, and I also saw it just now." ”

"No, why should he go?" Zhang Fei jumped up suddenly: "No, Yuan Zhi, no, Brother Xu, okay if I beg you?" This opportunity to lead the way has given me. ”

"Zhao Dong, what are you laughing at? You can't beat me again, hurry up, bring me the army! ”

"Presumptuous!" Xu Shu slapped the table: "There is no joke in the army, do you think the war is a playhouse?" Let you go, lead the army out with the front foot, and run directly to the battlefield with the back foot! ”

Zhang Fei's head shrank, he really thought so just now.

Zhao Dong happily took the order, while Zhao Yun ran to the position and checked everywhere whether the firewood stacks were ready.

When the soldiers saw him approaching, they hurriedly stood up and prepared to salute.

Zhao Yun waved his hand, walked straight to the crowbar, and with a slight effort, the firewood stack had a posture to tilt.

There are indeed many roads from the place where the two armies fought to the Murong Castle, which has become history, and this one is undoubtedly the most recent, and the largest road from the south to the castle is the one.

The people of the Murong family were either Cao Cao, or they were still thinking about whether they would be ambushed by the enemy when they fled.

This is a canyon, but the total length is only more than a mile, the key is to see if the enemy's leader is the first to escape, it should be eight or nine not far from ten.

When the striker arrived at the other end of the valley, he immediately lowered the stack of firewood, and the stack of firewood at the mouth of the valley on this side was also pryed down at the same time. It's as simple as that.

Zhao Ba got the oil, because it was sent by Zhao Yun, so he didn't suspect it at all.

He threw a big thorn on the firewood, and when he struck the flint, the sparks splashed, and the small pyre burst into flames.

Fortunately, Zhao Ba retreated quickly, almost even burning his eyebrows, he didn't know that his face was blackened, he opened his mouth and smirked there, not a single soldier, how good it would be to dismount the enemy first.

"Childe, do these things work?" When it comes to other people's brothers, even if He Hao hates Zhao Yun no matter how much he hates him, he can't say it directly, but the suspicion in his tone is obvious.

"The third brother always has unexpected moves," Zhao Feng sighed: "However, so far, I haven't seen him fail, so let's try it first." ”

There was not much firewood, so he would not do it himself, and the soldiers below were busy with their work, and it didn't take long for it to ignite.

The other generals all showed happy smiles on their faces, Zang Ba these people, no matter who came up with the strategy, it just works.

Qingzhou's army really doesn't have much, if you fight with the rout, I heard that the Hu Dog who fled for his life is completely different from the Han people, and if he wants to survive when he escapes, he will fight desperately when he encounters interception.

Now, everyone regards themselves as a member of the Qingzhou Army, and every soldier is the capital that will rise in the future, and losing any of them will be heart-wrenching.

Zhao Ba and Zhao Feng did the same thing, they both quickly covered the burning firewood with snow, and there was a foul smell of oil in the air, and none of them felt pungent.

"General, here!" A scout arrived with a desperate pat on his horse, his lips so cold that he stammered.

"It's hard work, go and rest!" Zhao Yun was nervous like never before.

"Young master, the brothers are hungry!" When the Murong Department who fled north was almost a mile away from here, a cronie couldn't help but speak: "Do you want everyone to fill their hunger before leaving?" ”

"We're running for our lives!" Murong Hurt roared angrily, and when he found that his tone was heavy, he lowered his voice: "Tell the brothers, go home after the last thirty miles, and we will have a good rest." ”

The Xianbei people didn't say anything anymore, just frantically playing their mounts, but everyone's horse head was slightly closer to the young master, and they couldn't help but slow down their horses.

Seeing that Murong was injured and entered the valley first, Zhao Yun pointed to the army behind him and gestured towards Zhang Fei.

What? Finally, my brother can have a good fight.

Zhang Fei understood what this meant, if he wasn't afraid of alarming the people in the valley, he would want to look up to the sky and howl.

Closer, closer, Xu Shu's palms were full of cold sweat, and finally, the command flag in his hand waved down violently.

Three gongs sounded, the sound of fluttering was endless, and the firewood was piled up at the mouth of the valley in an instant.

Oil-soaked wood flew down from the sky burning, one after the other, boom! This is dry firewood encountering fire, Xu Shu gasped for breath.

"The young master is inside, hurry, what should I do?" Murong's subordinates are all going crazy, and today's events are one after another, and they are weird everywhere, more than they have encountered in their lives.

"Hu Gou, your Grandpa Zhang is here!" Zhang Fei rushed out with the soldiers: "It's all lined up there for your grandfather to kill enough, cough cough!" ”

Zhao Yun also ordered the firewood to be lit, and the smoke was billowing out, making many soldiers cough.

However, everyone prepared a wet cloth in advance, and the cold cloth covered the nostrils, which was indeed much lighter, and tears still flowed out of their eyes.

"Xu Yuanzhi, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Fei jumped like thunder: "Why do you smoke even your own people?" ”

On both sides of the valley, looking at the Han soldiers who were hesitant and distracted, they laughed when they heard the roar, this General Zhang is such a temper.

No matter how choking the smoke was, Zhang Fei still had to chase him out with his team, seeing that many Hu people were turning around and running, and if he didn't chase him, he wouldn't be able to kill many people.

Seeing that the soldiers were still methodically pushing the firewood on both sides of the mountain down, Zhao Yun couldn't help but be in a trance, the history is still amazingly similar, in the original trajectory, Xu Shu's first appearance was the burning of Bowangpo.

Unexpectedly, he still thought of fire attack now.

The valley was filled with smoke and fire, and the screams and coughs of the Xianbei people mingled.

"Wait, I'm the young master of the Murong Ministry, Murong is injured, I want to surrender!" A voice rang out in the valley.

"Oh? Where are you? Zhao Yun rode Feiyun, holding his breath and shouting while riding his horse.

"I'm here, ah!" This was the last voice Murong Shu left in the world.

Around his neck, Zhao Yun's arrow followed the sound.

At the same time, Zhao Meng slashed Murong Huai's head with a knife, and walked towards the big tent without looking back, and a group of panicked Xianbei people were at a loss.

"Ahem, ahem, doesn't this cigarette recognize people?" Zhao Meng smiled bitterly and pressed the wet cloth that had been prepared long ago on his nose. (To be continued.) )