At night, the head of Beihai City is still very bright, next to the battlements, every two battlements, there are a bunch of torches, the flames are burning, illuminating the city head and an area below the city. It's just that it's bright and dark, and every time the wind blows, the fire will dim violently, making people worry as if it will be extinguished at any time.

The soldiers of the Han army who were keeping vigil at the head of the city looked at the camp of the Yellow Turban Army outside the city with wide eyes, scanning the shadows under the city at any time, and guarding against the night attack of the Yellow Turban Army at any time. In the past few days, they have been on such high alert, but later, they have slowly slackened, because the Yellow Turban Army outside the city has no siege except for calling for battle and besieging the city every day.

Habit became natural, and gradually, many Han soldiers who were vigilant with their hearts, after seeing the calm and calm for several hours, their intuition made them think that it was another ordinary day. The Yellow Turban Army camp in the distance has been calm for a long time, only the fire flickered, and the usual noise was not heard. It's clear that they are all asleep!

With a yawn, a soldier wearing a helmet leaned on his spear in both hands, leaning on the barrel of his gun, his eyelids tugging and blinking. He was so tired that he had to worry about it during the day and at night, and all this had added up to make his spirit extremely tired, and he could no longer stop his eyelids from falling before the night watch soldiers came to take turn.

"Boom." With a tilt of his head, his helmet slammed into the barrel of the gun with a soft thud. The soldier struck a spirit, suddenly came to his senses, wiped his face with his hand, looked down at the city, and felt that there was nothing wrong, and then closed his eyes again.

There may be a night general patrolling at the head of the city at any time, and it would be bad if he fell asleep and was revealed, but it was okay to take a nap, right? Thinking of this, he entered a state of closing his eyes and recuperating without any burden.

Not far from the soldier, a young soldier stared intently at the city, his eyes motionless, patrolling the dark corners except for the necessary blink, not sparing the slightest hint of wind and grass. Unlike the old soldier named Youzi next to him, who had already fallen asleep and was napping, this young soldier still had a childish look on his face that had not yet dissipated, and it was obvious that he had just enlisted in the army.

Only such recruits will be full of awe of the general's orders and carry them out one by one. So even though he was a little tired and yawned just now, he still kept his eyes open to observe the movement under the city and in the dark area between the Yellow Turban Army camp and the Yellow Turban Army. It was so serious that he didn't even see the lazy behavior of the veteran who was sleeping quietly in the flickering light of the fire.

"Bell." The watchman in the city was playing the bangzi, and the two tones were in the same tone, and the sound of the watch was gradually clear from far to near. The sound of the watch could be heard near the head of the city, but it did not approach, but after the sound passed, it left again, and the sound of the watch gradually disappeared.

The young soldier suddenly realized that he had been standing vigil at the head of the city for three hours, and that he had been replaced for a vigil in the first shift since nightfall, and that it had been three hours since the second watch. It was obviously three hours, but he didn't feel how long it was, but he felt that his eyes were a little sour and his legs and feet were a little numb under the long-term gaze, but he felt that his spirit was quite good.

Moving his feet and moving, the young soldier just shook his head when he saw the old man napping next to him. There is still an hour before the change of guards, and he has to hold on a little longer, and there must be absolutely nothing in the meantime.

Kong Rong, who was in the Taishou Mansion, raised his head and put down the book in his hand, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. was both anxious about Tai Shici's request for help, and worried about the Yellow Turban Army outside the city, under the double pressure, he didn't get a good night's sleep for several days.

I couldn't sleep, so I read the book and saw it late at night, knowing that the sound of the watch was coming, Kong Rong realized that it was the second watch. It's just that I don't know why, after reading the book, the boredom in his heart did not disappear, on the contrary, it became heavier and heavier, as if he felt before the storm came, and there was a premonition that something was going to be born.

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not. The gentleman doesn't say anything about ghosts and gods, but Kong Rong doesn't dare to be careless, now that the Yellow Turban Army is besieging the city, if there is really any accident, then he will really die.

"Someone." He shouted softly.

"What do you command?" From outside the door, came the voice of the guards of the Taishou Mansion.

"Is there anything unusual in the city?" Kong Rong asked. He looked at the candles placed on the desk, the candlelight flickered gently, and every other hour, there would be soldiers to deliver the news of the city wall, which was why Kong Rong had not slept for a long time, and he was also waiting, waiting for the news that everything was fine.

"Tell the Taishou, the soldiers at the head of the city came just now, saying that everything is normal."

Listening to the answer, Kong Rong exhaled a long breath and finally put his mind at ease. The palms of his hands were intertwined, but why didn't he feel relieved after hearing the news that everything was fine?

The night was long, but he didn't have the slightest sleep, not the slightest, even if his spirit was exhausted, and his heart reminded him that he should rest, but his body could not obey these instructions. He was sober, incredibly sober.

Turning his head to look at the night outside the window, there was no moon today, so the night seemed extremely deep, and even through the window, the eyes were completely absorbed. Once upon a time, Kong Rong was also extremely indulged in that bright moon and felt the beauty of the night, but at this moment, at this moment, he did not have the elegant mood of the past.

The night is still dark, and only the bright firelight remains in Beihai City, which looks incomparably bright under the dark night. At the head of the city, the soldiers of the Han army were still on guard, vigilant of the long dark night, and used their own eyes to inquire about the movements in the night.

Under the city, on the pitch-black boundary in the middle of the Yellow Turban Camp that is far from Beihai City, there is a figure flickering, which seems to be invisible. They walked slowly, without making a sound, and their footsteps were as soft as if they had never stepped out. Moving forward, like ghosts in the night, they headed towards Beihai City, extremely slow, but extremely firm, and the cold light flashed by the blade in their hands was even more murderous.

(End of chapter)

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