Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Ok?

Zhou Cang frowned, his face flushed instantly with anger.

"It's unreasonable! It's really unreasonable! This guy is so arrogant and arrogant! Let's see if a certain person doesn't step down on Gucheng tomorrow! Take out your anger for the young master!"

Zhang Yue ignored Zhou Cang's clamor, and waved Xu Yang out of the army tent.

The beautiful contact lenses were suffused with autumn water, chewing Ning Rong's words playfully.

Turn hostility into friendship?

Cut the West Window Candles together!

Cut off the candle...

"Is this teasing myself?" Zhang Yue pursed her lips and smiled slightly, she didn't feel insulted, but she heard other meanings from these words.

The tent slowly fell silent, Zhou Cang looked at Zhang Yue suspiciously.

Literati look down on each other, the most conceited!If he didn't use any tricks, he would make him underestimate himself.

Having figured this out, Zhang Yue muttered confidently: "Let's see whose strategy is better! Ning Rong, you are not the only one in this world who knows how to use tricks!"

this expression?

Zhou Cang quickly wiped his eyeballs, staring at that face.

I thought to myself, the young master has an idea!

Zhang Yue came back to her senses, smiled at Zhou Cang, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Uncle Zhou, I have to trouble you to come and get back the bones of the brothers!"

"understand!"

Zhou Cang nodded understandingly, bowed his hands to Zhang Yuegong, and strode out of the tent.

……

Ning Rong stood on the top of the gate tower, looking at the Yellow Turban Army outside the city. He didn't know the exact number, but there were actually 500 people on his side, and so on. Pretty much the same.

Zhou Cang led more than 500 people to the east gate to recover the bones of the Yellow Turban Army. He was a little hesitant at first, but he saw that the defenders on the top of the wall were just lying on their stomachs and did not show any attack posture.

What's more, at the same time, a group of people came out of the east gate, and they had already started to rummage through the corpses.Immediately, Zhou Cang became cruel and led the people over.

Although the garrison had been ordered by Ning Rong not to attack at will, but looking at the corpses outside the city, they were not forgiving.

Chapter 148

"Wu that thief, if you don't surrender early, these people will be your fate!"

"Hahaha...the yellow scarf thief should wash his neck early and wait for grandpa's sword!"

"Hmph! The master's big knife is already hungry and thirsty!"

"..."

Shouting and cursing were endless, and all kinds of vicious words drifted into the distance with the wind.

Ning Rong just watched the movements of the 500 people silently, and did not restrain the garrison from shouting and cursing. It was also the function of the yellow scarves to let them vent.

Zhou Cang was angry and angry, but the situation was stronger than others, so he could only suppress his anger and silently commanded the Yellow Turban Army to take back the bones. There is Qi Qiran.

The garrison looked at the yellow-turban thief who was a turtle with a shrunken head, yelled and cursed a few times, but also felt that it was boring, muttered and broke his mouth twice, and stopped talking.

Zhou Cang secretly looked at the terrain of Gucheng. There were small slopes on the north and south sides, and there were no trees around. Only the west gate had a small clear river, but the gate there was narrow and difficult to attack.

Suddenly, in the distance, the group of garrison soldiers gathered the skeletons and ran towards the south gate around the city wall. The up and down torches flickered a few times. Zhou Cang counted the time and had a faint idea in his heart.

Then he glanced at the east gate, only to see the city gate closing slowly, Zhou Cang had no expression on his face, but he sneered endlessly in his heart, hum!Gucheng?Let's see!

More than 2 skeletons and more than 500 yellow-turban thieves, even if they were exhausted, they would not be able to carry them all in one night. Zhou Cang specially dispatched dozens of carts, a group of 500 people, and everyone took turns to rest. In the afternoon of the next day, the battlefield was cleaned up.

Of course, these are all things to follow.

……

It was night, Zhou Cang had assigned military affairs, and then secretly returned to his camp.

But I saw the lights flickering inside, and someone was talking faintly, and the voice sounded like a strange man. Turning around and looking around, I saw that there was no one within a few tens of meters around.

Zhou Cang frowned, a little displeased in his heart, this small job really didn't understand the rules, and dared to break into his handsome tent without waiting for the call.

Raising the tent, Zhou Cang raised his beard and shouted angrily, "Why did you come?"

Huh?

Before he finished speaking, he saw two pairs of eyes staring at him quietly.

Zhou Cang was taken aback by the weird scene, but he saw that Zhang Yue was sitting on the main seat, and Xi Zuo was whispering something beside him, no wonder this Xi Zuo was so bold, it turned out that the young master was here!

"Excuse me handsome, I have something to report beforehand!"

Sesaku was dressed in black, kneeling on the ground with disheveled hair.

"That's all! Let alone this, is there someone following you when you come?"

"No! So-and-so is very cautious!" Xi Zuo said quite confidently.

Zhou Cang glanced at the familiar and unfamiliar face, but he didn't know this person, thinking that this was the spy secretly sent by the young master to Gucheng.

He just knew that there was such a thing, because he was afraid that people would make too much noise and leak the news. Only Zhang Yue knew the specific person, and Zhou Cang only knew the agreed signal.

Zhou Cang thought about it again, no wonder the young master asked himself to clean up the bones, did the young master know that Xi Zuo would come tonight?

"Sir, you..."

When Zhou Cang said this, he signaled with his eyes, the meaning in those eyes was self-evident, Zhang Yue is such a smart person, how can he not understand what he means.

"Uncle Zhou, please sit down!" Zhang Yue pointed at the bed next to her calmly, "I'm just in case, but I don't want to really gain something tonight!"

"Oh?"

Zhou Cang showed a bit of joy on his face, turned around and asked, "Could it be that Lu Xun has some kind of conspiracy?"

Lu Xun?

Zhang Yue put her hand on her forehead, feeling a little helpless, Uncle Zhou was cursed by this name.