Chapter 17 [Zheng] Zhang He

－On March 28, 3rd year of Chuping, at midnight, Caoying at the Baima Ferry Crossing－

Although it was almost four o'clock after the third update, the Cao army soldiers who were patrolling at night in the camp did not slacken at all. They patrolled back and forth at the arrow whistle, gate, and inner camp. Everyone opened their eyes wide and kept paying attention to the movements around them. They were really worthy of being soldiers under Cao Ren.

"rustle……"

Suddenly, accompanied by a sound of footsteps, two Cao soldiers came to the arrow tower and waved to the soldiers on the tower.

Perhaps he noticed the movement below. Two night-time soldiers on the tower looked down. One of them said angrily, "It's Zhou Da, why did you come? Didn't you say that you hand over the shift at the good time?"

Under the arrow whistle, Cao Bing, named Zhou Dai, scratched his head embarrassedly and said apologetically, "Sorry, I feel uncomfortable in my stomach in the middle, so I went to the back to solve it..."

"You guys are just a lot of trouble!" Cao Bing, the older boy on the Arrow Shou Tower, curled his lips angrily, then climbed down the wooden ladder, pointed behind him, and said, "Okay, change your defense. I'll go back to the tent and lie down for a while. I've stood there for two hours. I can't stand it anymore..."

"Yes, Commander, please go back and rest, let us leave it here..." As he said that, the soldier named Zhou Dai climbed up the arrow whistle along the wooden ladder, and halfway through. He seemed to have suddenly discovered something, staring at the dark area at the gate with a look of surprise.

"What's wrong, Zhou De?"

"That shadow..."

"What?"

"Didn't you see it? The shadow there seemed to have moved a little..."

"Ah?" The other three Cao soldiers looked inexplicably. They looked along the place where Zhou Dian pointed, but saw that there was no one under the wooden fence serving as the wall. They were happy and said unhappy, "Are you sleeping dizzy? Go up!"

"oh……"

Seeing that he was scolded by the sergeant, Zhou De stared at the black shadow under the wooden fence, with a bit of suspicion on his face, and muttered, "I just saw the shadow move, did I see it wrong?" As he said that, he lowered his head and scratched his head and said as if he was trying to please him, "Sorry, sorry, maybe I was misunderstood... I'll go up right away..."

"You kid, don't be so suspicious?"

The other three Cao soldiers complained angrily, and at this moment, a strange black shadow suddenly emerged from the dark area under the wooden fence in the distance, passing through the place illuminated by a bonfire near the gate at an extremely fast speed, and then hiding into the darkness of the inner camp and disappearing.

Following the direction of this strange black shadow, you can vaguely see a figure slowly rising from the dim black shadow after the soldiers' tent in the distance, as if they were appearing from the shadow, extremely strange.

"Hmph, the garrison of the White Horse Cao Camp is nothing more than that!"

With the faint light of the bonfire in the distance, we can see that it was one of the four powerful generals in Hebei who discussed with Feng Ji yesterday that he wanted to find out the truth about Cao's camp, Zhang He and Zhang Yi.

The cat was behind the tent and looked at the arrangement in Cao's camp for a few times. He pointed the arrow post and the distribution of the garrison soldiers in his heart. Zhang He licked his lips and murmured with some interest, "Where is that Cao General who killed Yan Liang? - is in the central camp?" As he said that, his body showed strange signs of sinking, as if he had integrated his whole person into the shadow, turned into a black shadow, and quickly shuttled through the camp.

Suddenly, the strange black shadow stopped, and Zhang He's half of his head slowly appeared in the shadow. He looked at the two soldiers walking towards him not far away with a calm gaze. Then he shrank his head back, and the shadow also merged into the black shadows generated by the surrounding tents under the bonfire.

"rustle……"

Accompanied by a slight footsteps, the two patrol soldiers finally arrived at the location where Zhang He was just now. After looking left and right, one of the soldiers suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment on their faces, and said something to their companions beside them, then walked towards the edge of the camp.

"Hasn't it been solved? It's so lazy people are so shit and urine!" The companion muttered angrily. He obviously didn't notice that a strange black shadow passed through his feet and merged into his shadow.

"Are you okay?"

"Wait, it's OK soon..."

"This kid..." Looking at the Cao Bing who was standing at the corner of the camp, his companion shook his head angrily. At this moment, Zhang He's figure slowly appeared in the shadow behind him. Zhang He quietly raised his left hand, covered his mouth and nose, and then his right hand holding the short sword quickly stroked his neck, with a very neat technique.

The Cao Bing, whose throat was cut, was struggling hard, but could not break free from the constraints of his open jaws. After making a low sound like a muffled gurgle, his limbs slowly lowered.

Seeing this, Zhang He quickly dragged him to a tent next to him. At this time, the Cao Bing, who was going to the fore, came back and complained dissatisfiedly.

"What are you urging me? It won't take long. Look, isn't this good..."

As he was talking, the Cao Bing was stunned because he found that the companion who should have been waiting for him here had lost somewhere.

"Da Li?Da Li? - Don't joke like this, Li Li?!" The Cao soldier looked around with surprise, but there was no companion in the empty neighborhood.

Abruptly, the Cao soldier seemed to notice something was wrong, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the gate with sufficient light. However, as soon as he turned around, a sharp blade suddenly pierced into his heart.

"You..." The Cao Bing looked at the strange man in black in front of him in shock. He immediately understood in his heart. He was about to shout, but the man in black in front of him pinched his mouth and nose. Then, he felt the sharp blade that pierced his heart twist, and a severe pain came, and then he lost consciousness.

"Huh, it's so dangerous!" Zhang He breathed a sigh of relief when he held the dead body that was about to fall, dragged the body into the dark area behind the tent, and then turned into a black shadow and headed towards the depths of Cao's camp.

Perhaps, the Cao soldiers did not expect that the shadow under their feet would suddenly attack them, so that in just half a moment, the Cao soldiers patrolling the inner camp were removed one by one by one by Zhang He, including four black wolf knights outside Chen Mo's tent...

This type of armor... are these four guys cavalry?

Black armor...

Black armored cavalry...

In the corner of the camp that was not worth looking at, Zhang He frowned and looked at the four Black Wolf Cavalry soldiers who were dragged here by him. Then he turned his head and looked at the tent not far away with candlelight, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang He walked over quietly. In the inconspicuous corner of the tent door, the cat gently lifted a trace of the tent and watched the movement inside. He then realized that there were two very young men sitting on the couch in the tent. One of them might be only in the age of twentieth crown, but for some reason, Zhang He suddenly felt an extremely strong warning coming from his subconscious.

It's a dangerous guy...

A secret muttered in his heart, Zhang He looked at the man opposite the man. The young man sitting opposite him in a long robe and smiling face was about twenty-five or six years old, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, most of whom were scholars, and the two seemed to be playing chess.

After thinking about it, Zhang He eavesdropped in the tent.

There is no doubt that Chen Mo and Sima Yi are playing chess in the tent. Perhaps they are ashamed of their assassin experience. Chen Mo, who has always been proficient in this, did not realize that the four subordinates on duty outside the tent had been assassinated quietly. Moreover, he did not even notice that someone was observing him along the gap in the tent, and continued to gossip with Sima Yi...

"It's too despicable, Zhongda? If you can win with such despicable means, will I admit it?"

"Hey, hey, with your sparse chess skills, I still need to use methods? - OK OK, even if I play tricks, so what? As the saying goes, soldiers never get tired of cheating..."

"Is that?" Chen Mo looked at Sima Yi unhappily when he heard this, and suddenly snorted twice, sneered, "Oh, by the way, I heard that your brother Sima Lang has been highly appreciated by Cao Gong recently. He has given Yu and Yan several important tasks to take charge of people's livelihood. It is said that in the imperial party of the court, there are also extremely high expectations. There are even rumors that the Grand Marshal Yang Biao wants to marry his young daughter to your brother as a win. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"Hey hey hey!" Sima Yi's smile fell and said angrily, "What nonsense? My brother has been married long ago. Not to mention that Yang Biao has no young daughter, even if there is one, can he still marry his beloved daughter to his brother as a side room?"

"Oh, that's why I remember it wrong, but there are people in Xudu who think that this is not my nonsense, right? It's strange to come. How outstanding the brother is, how can my brother... Why are you brothers so different? Why do you think they are brothers?"

"Xisheng, you guy..." Sima Yi squeezed the chess piece in his hand, and the blue veins on his forehead were rising in anger, but Chen Mo curled his lips and snorted coldly, "This is called "a tooth for tooth! - What you said, soldiers never get tired of deceit!"

"Okay, okay, this is something you asked for!" Sima Yi lifted his robe and sat upright. After taking a deep breath, he said viciously, "Yi was originally considering your face, and he didn't want to kill you too much..."

"Take!--I have lost eight games in a row, are you still afraid of threats?"

"Are you willing to do your best? OK, look at Yi's hand that you will abandon your son and surrender halfway..." As he was speaking, Sima Yi grabbed a chess piece with anger on his face.

And at this moment, he suddenly found the oil lamp placed on the couch, and its flames flashed suddenly.

"..." For some reason, Sima Yi stopped the movement in his hand, and he glanced at the tent behind Chen Mo without hesitation, but saw a hazy figure appearing on the tent.

"Bang!" Sima Yi put the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, then raised his head, looked at Chen Mo with a smile on his face, and said meaningfully, "It's your turn...Sudden sound!" The last two words vaguely aggravated a little.

"..." Perhaps he noticed the hidden signs in Sima Yi's smiling expression. Chen Mo chuckled and slowly reached his hand towards the chess piece, and smiled, "Oh, is it finally here..." Although he said to Sima Yi, he looked at his eyes and glanced at the tent near the curtain of tent.

Suddenly, just as Chen Mo was about to put the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, he suddenly turned around, and the chess piece in his hand shot towards the tent with a whizzing sound, then pulled out a short sword from the sword cover on the couch and jumped out of the tent.

It has to be said that even though the two have known each other for more than a month, this tacit understanding is obviously better than that of others for several years.

However, due to Chen Mo and Sima Yi's expectations, there was no one outside the tent, and it was very quiet. Of course, this kind of quietness was a bit unreasonable, because even the four Black Wolf Cavalry soldiers guarding outside the tent were lost.

"Have you escaped?" After Chen Mo, Sima Yi also followed, frowned and looked at the quiet Cao camp.

"No!" Chen Mo shook his head, swept everything in front of him one by one, and said in a deep voice, "Although I didn't feel the breath, my intuition told me that the guy should still be... probably peeking at you and me somewhere!"

"Is it an assassin?"

"By the ability to hide the breath, it's probably..." Chen Mo took a deep breath, raised his finger and said in a deep voice, "Zhongda, please return the bill, I'll meet this guy!"

"Uh," Sima Yi hesitated for a moment. Perhaps he found that he was powerless and could not help Chen Mo. He nodded helplessly and whispered, "Okay... you should deal with it carefully. It is not easy for him to sneak into your and my nose without knowing it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo snorted lightly and walked towards the darkness in the distance.

"Hmph!--Who do you think I am?"

Sima Yi was stunned when she heard this, and then seemed to understand something, and chuckled and shook her head.

Yes, this close friend in front of me is the most famous assassin in the world...

Yingchuan Yellow Turbans, Chen Mo!

Under Sima Yi's gaze, Chen Mo held a short sword in his right hand and walked step by step towards the darkness without a bonfire in the camp. He said in a deep voice, "Come out, rats! - What's the matter with hiding? - Although I can't see you, you are not far away in front of me, right? Come out!"

Just after the tent that was eight feet away from Chen Moqi and eight feet away, Zhang He slowly appeared from his shadow. He glanced cautiously at Chen Mo who was getting closer and closer to him, and couldn't help but frown.

Huh, I'm so unlucky. I'll actually expose my whereabouts because of a gust of wind...

But, what's going on with this kid?

He clearly did not show any breath, so why could he find his whereabouts?

Is it intuition?

If this is the case, this kid's intuition is really amazing, right?

And that trembling murderous aura...

How many people did this guy kill?

One hundred people? One thousand people? Ten thousand people?

He is obviously just a young man who is sniffy...

After thinking about it, Zhang He once again integrated his body into the shadow. At this moment, a cold light hit him. A sharp short sword cut through the tent and nailed it to the ground. It was exactly where Zhang He was. Zhang He, who had merged into the shadow, did not dare to move.

This intuition...what the hell is going on with this kid?!

Just when Zhang He was extremely shocked, Chen Mo slowly walked over and looked at the empty moment, and couldn't help but frown.

"Is it my illusion?" Chen Mo squatted down his body and muttered in a low voice. He didn't know that Zhang He was cursing in his heart at this moment.
To be continued...