There were bonfires in the camp in Jizhou. Han Fu took his concubine in his arms and showed off to General Pan Feng. The counselor in the tent was sinister and the general was rude. Pan Feng had just passed through and still had images of working overtime in his previous life flashing through his mind. He lowered his head and clenched his fists - it would be his skin lying under the Hua Xiong knife in front of Sishui Pass tomorrow. Everyone was still discussing Dong's plan. He stood up suddenly and handed over to Han Fu: The last night the general dreamed that Dong Zhuo was ambushing five thousand crossbowmen at Sishui Pass to shoot the vanguard. He asked the governor to change his order and let other generals go first. Han Fu's smile froze: Are you being timid? Pan Feng's heart trembled - this old fox didn't believe it at all. He lowered his voice and added: I have another dream - I dreamed that the guest wearing a jade crown in your tent drank the same pot of wine as the craftsman sent by Dong Zhuo. The entire room was in an uproar, and Han Fu's expression completely changed.
