C1519

On a small mountain not far from the Han Army's main camp, Xiao Tian and Old Immortal Nanhua were sitting facing each other. A strange formation had concealed their tracks, so even until now, Zhang Jiao and Zhao Yun were unaware of the two of them standing on the side and watching the battle.

"Three days later, there will be a storm. As long as Cheng Zhongde excavates the Zhang River Levee