The World of Yellow Sky

The several attacks of the Yellow Turban Army in the front line were all stopped by him and his followers. In front of him lay the corpses of more than a dozen soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army.

"咴"

Behind the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, there was a sudden neighing sound of horses.

Immediately afterwards, a tall khaki banner appeared in the eyes of the head of the Han army.

The heavy horse's hooves hit the ground, and the four hooves flipped, making a muffled sound like thunder.

The soldiers of the Han army standing in the front line of the Han army even had the illusion of standing a bit unstable, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in front of them retreated like the tide.

Billowing smoke and dust emerged from behind the Yellow Turban Army's formation, rolling up dust all over the sky.

Among the sand and dust, the towering "Tianxia Daji" banners seemed to block out the sky and the sun.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, beside the huge Huangtian battle drum, six Taiping Dao talismans are slowly walking around the Huangtian battle drum, and there seems to be a charm in walking.

They held drumsticks carved with patterns, and chanted scriptures beside the huge yellow sky war drum.

The two Fu Zhu in the center were beating the Huangtian battle drum violently. They waved the drumsticks and slammed on the drum surface.

"woo"

The warriors of the Yellow Turban Army blew their horns, and the Yellow Turban Army in the front line retreated quickly like an ebbing tide, and the eyes of the Han army in the front line suddenly brightened up.

It's just that before they could understand what happened, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army had already separated a rather wide road to the left and right sides.

"Heavy armored cavalry!!!"

When the head of the Han army in the front line saw the scene in front of him, his heart almost stopped beating.

The icy chill permeated the wilderness, and the fierce killing intent swept out towards the Han army in front of the formation. Fear filled the chests of all the Han soldiers in an instant.

"Hoo Chi Chi"

The cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army was filled with the heavy snorting of war horses. It was not that everyone had never heard the sound of war horses, but this time, it sounded particularly heavy to the ears of the Han soldiers in front.

Xu An pulled the reins of the horse, and the bay red horse under him shook its head, kicked off its four hooves, and slowly accelerated.

The armored heavy cavalry behind them are all horses under the driver's seat. All the horses in the cavalry have buried their heads and started galloping. One team after another, the heavy cavalry followed Xu An's pace and moved forward. .

Hundreds of horses are galloping on the battlefield, and the sound of countless horseshoes is intertwined, which is even louder than the soaring river.

In the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army, the countless banners of "Happy World" also made hunting sounds as the horses accelerated and galloped.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The roar burst out from the throats of countless yellow turban armored heavy cavalry, and fell on the bodies of the Han soldiers in front.

"Can't retreat, can't retreat, retreat is death! Stabilize the army! Stabilize!"

The head of the Han army at the front roared hoarsely. He knew that only a tight and well-organized army could resist the charge of heavy cavalry.

Chapter 2 The Battle of Fenshui ([-])

Most people also know that facing the charge of cavalry, forming a defense in place is the best and most correct choice.

But in the real face of the cavalry's charge, almost no one will feel intimidated.

Facing the sharp lances and weapons in the hands of the knight on horseback, tens of thousands of horses are galloping, and the tall war horses are stepping forward, how can such power not make people frightened.

A cowardly person is probably already full of fear and trembling, even a brave person will feel sad and fearful in his heart.

And at this moment, facing these cavalry, the Han army in the front line is even more armored cavalry with heavy armor!

The rumors of the Yellow Turban Army in the past terrified the Han army even more.

It is rumored that Xu An, the current great virtuous teacher of the Yellow Turban Army, is the incarnation of the monster in the Taihang Mountains. In the battle of Kuicheng, he beheaded Zhu Jun, the Marquis of Qiantang.

You must know that Zhu Jun was a figure like a military god in the Han army before, so he was defeated by Xu An head-on in Kuicheng and died in battle.

Those bizarre rumors, as well as all kinds of deeds, have made Xu An a terrifying figure like ghosts and gods in the hearts of the Han army.

Originally, the Han army in the front line barely persevered under Wei Ping's strong pressure and the temptation of money.

The roar of the head of the Han army had no effect.

Fear filled their chests. After fighting hard for a long time, they were already physically and mentally exhausted, and now they were charging with heavy horses, which made the situation even worse.

The invincible majesty of the yellow turban armored rider completely destroyed the last will of the Han army in the front line to resist.

"call out"

Amidst the sound of rumbling horseshoes, sharp whistles soared into the sky!

Immediately afterwards, the countless whistles of the Yellow Turban Army's military formation also rang out, and the whistle sounded one after another among the Yellow Turban Army.

"Full army assault!!!"

The generals of the Yellow Turban Army shouted hoarsely, and all the infantry of the Yellow Turban Army threw off their steps and charged forward.

In the cavalry with armored cavalry, the spears carried on the shoulders have been flattened by the knights in the formation, and the sharp spears are directed at the terrified Han soldiers in the front of the Han army.

On the sharp spears, there was a gloomy cold light, and the spears were lined up together, like a moving steel forest.

The soldiers at the forefront of the Han army's front line could no longer bear this invisible pressure. They dropped the spears in their hands in panic and fled to the rear.

Numerous khaki-colored banners fluttered in the air, and Xu An led the fully armed armored cavalry like a huge wave that smashed mountains and seas, and suddenly slammed at the front of the Han army.

The claret horse under Xu An had already reached its peak speed. On the bumpy horseback, Xu An held his spear forward and made the final preparations before the impact.

The claret horse panted heavily, and clearly appeared in Xu An's ears. It was extremely difficult for it to charge with such a heavy burden.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Shouts resounding through the sky came from the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army, and Xu Da also led a group of personal guards to protect Xu An behind him.

Their duty is to remove all obstacles for Xu An during the attack, even at the cost of their lives.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Countless hatchets flew out from the cavalry formation equipped with heavy cavalry, and the weak line of defense that the Han army had managed to gather again all fell apart at this time.

Losing the protection of the army array, the torrent of steel rushed into a group of Han soldiers with incomparable violence.

The horseshoes rolled wildly, and the Yellow Turban Army's iron cavalry passed along the road. No matter whether it was a general, a school or a soldier, they were all invincible, and no matter whether they were on horseback or infantry, they could only be defeated.

How and how can flesh and blood stand against sharp blades and armor made of steel.

Spears were flying, swords were floating, and the heavy cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army had just rushed into the formation of the Han army, and in a short time there was a bloody storm.

The soldiers in the Han army formation were like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, scattered all over the place where the yellow turban armored heavy cavalry passed by after harvesting.

The armored cavalry led by Xu An directly knocked the Han army upside down and defeated them.

The battlefield is full of desperate cries, cries for help, and the shrill and desperate screams of dying people.

The armored cavalry led by Xu An not only defeated the Han army in front, but also defeated Wei Ping's last hope.

On the high platform in Changyuandu, Wei Ping shook his body and almost fell to the ground.

Wei Ping's eyes were red, and he looked crazy: "Why, why! Give me another half an hour! Only half an hour!"

"The situation is irreversible, please let me wait to escort the lord out of danger."

Seeing that the Han army's formation had completely collapsed, a guard soldier beside Wei Ping stepped forward and said urgently to Wei Ping.

"Walk?"

Wei Ping leaned against the railing, supported his body, and said with a sneer.

"As I said before, there are no cowards in the children of the Hedong Wei family, so you can leave as you like."

"My lord..."

Several disciples on the high platform and their relatives wanted to persuade them again.

But Wei Ping immediately raised his hand to stop their persuasion.

"Once a man speaks a word, it's hard to follow. As I said, I, Wei Ping, am here. If I never take a step back, then I will never take a step back."

During the Changyuan Ferry, the drums of the Han army were beating intermittently, and the armored cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army repeatedly charged and killed in the formation of the Han army.

The collapse of the Han army in the front also affected the Han army on the left and right. One after another, the Han army lost its organization. There was nothing to stop the defeat of the Han army. It has completely collapsed.

The tide of broken soldiers swarmed backwards, no military formation, no generals, no military discipline could stop them from fleeing backwards.

Wei Ping tightly held the Han sword in his hand, and the defeated soldiers of the Han army fled from the high platform, and there were endless yellow banners in front of them.

The defeat is irreversible, how can he get away with being the chief officer of this battle.

He begged for the vanguard position from Yuan Pang, if he retreats like this, let alone whether he will be dealt with by the military law, if he is from the Hedong Wei family, he must die in Changyuandu.

Only when Wei Ping dies in battle can Wei's face be preserved.

Rather than going back to suffer military law, it is better to die in battle, and get back a better reputation.

The sounds of hustle and bustle all around came to Wei Ping's ears, and the turbulent yellow tide was rolling in before his eyes.

……

Yuan Pang stood on the high platform, looking at the situation at Changyuan Ferry with a solemn expression.

Under the high platform, soldiers carrying command flags and feathers walked back and forth, sending military information from various places to the high platform where Yuan Pang was.

But the news sent was more unfavorable to the Han army than the other.

"The vanguard part of our army that landed on Wuming River Beach suffered heavy casualties, and the army's Sima Zhang was killed in battle..."

Yuan Pang's face was livid, and he was about to speak.

Then I heard a sudden burst of shouting from the other side of the river.

Yuan Pang looked back anxiously, and saw the yellow banners outside Changyuan Ferry, and the river beach at the ferry was crowded with soldiers of the Han army in red.

Chapter 211 Invincible

On the north bank of Fenshui, Changyuandu.

A large number of defeated soldiers of the Han army crowded together on the river beach. At this time, Changyuandu had already become a pot of hot porridge.

You squeeze me, I squeeze you, and from time to time, unlucky soldiers are squeezed into the raging Fenshui.

The infantry formation of the Yellow Turban Army is advancing, while the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army are wantonly slaughtering the slow-paced Han troops.

The defeated soldiers of the Han army frantically wanted to escape. They swarmed and climbed towards the naval ships docked on the shore.

The Navy's large ships were carrying more and more people. The deck was obviously full of soldiers, but there were still soldiers on the shore who wanted to board the ship.

The pontoon bridge at the ferry was crowded with soldiers who wanted to cross the bridge. They swarmed up to compete for the opportunity to cross the river. There were no generals and officers to stop, restrain, or direct their actions.

The Han army at Changyuan Ferry has been completely defeated, completely lost its organizational system, and a large number of soldiers crowded at the ferry in panic.

Some soldiers even pulled out their blades and hacked and killed the soldiers who were fighting with him for the pontoon bridge.

At the juncture of life and death, the love of robes in the military camp has long been left behind by them.

On the river bank and beside the bridge, there was a bright red, and the blood flowing everywhere stained the entire water surface of the river red, and a floating corpse with a hideous complexion appeared on the Fenshui River.

More and more people are crowding onto the pontoon, but the pontoon used for the transition has a limit to the weight it can carry.

The waterline of the pontoon bridge is getting higher and higher, and everyone has discovered this horrible situation, but no one is willing to leave the pontoon bridge.

Those who did not board the pontoon bridge wanted to flee back to the south bank along the pontoon bridge. The shouts of the Yellow Turban soldiers behind them were getting louder and louder, and the danger of death was approaching.

These rout soldiers had already lost the idea of ​​resistance, and after being frightened, these distraught rout soldiers flocked to the pontoon bridge desperately!

Beside the pontoon bridge, at this time, it was already a scene like a Shura field. Under the feet of those who were still alive, there were countless corpses that had been trampled out of their green and white organs and were almost trampled into inhuman shapes.

The water of the Fen River has already turned bright red, and the people struggling in death have turned into beasts again. Everyone only knows how to squeeze forward, into the river, onto the pontoon bridge, and into the navy's building boats Squeeze away.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, more and more soldiers were crowded on the three pontoon bridges built by the auxiliary soldiers.

The pontoon bridge was finally overwhelmed, and the boats that made up the pontoon bridge tilted and overturned, and the people on it were carried like dumplings, and fell into the icy river water one after another, while the boats that built the pontoon bridge sank into the Fenshui River. middle.

Fenshui was beaten by waves on the turbulent water. Many soldiers who wanted to cross the river to the south bank through the pontoon bridge sank along with the pontoon bridge. Shocked by the cold river water and beaten by the waves, they disappeared forever. In the raging river.

The surroundings of Changyuandu were filled with the desperate cries of the Han army, and the haze of death shrouded everyone's head.

The building boats of the Han Army Navy didn't care about the routs on the river bank. If more routs continued to rush onto the boats, they might not be able to get away.

They raised their weapons, stopped the broken soldiers who wanted to continue boarding the ship, pulled up the anchor and opened the sail, and sailed towards the south bank.