The World of Yellow Sky

The blood flowed on the verdant grass, and pools of blood formed in the low-lying places. The wilderness was full of scars, stumped limbs and arms, and dead war horses could be seen casually.

The disgusting, suffocating smell of blood filled the air.

Xu An stopped his horse, blood had already soaked his Zheng robe.

In the beginning, there was a method for the three armies to fight, but in the end, everyone almost fell into a state of madness, and the army formation was rushed into chaos.

The cavalry of the Huns, the cavalry of the Han army, and the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army were fighting each other, attacking back and forth.

What's more, when the battle was in full swing, did even Xu An go into battle to fight the Huns in person? The several feathered arrows stuck in Xu An's armor were the proof of the previous fight.

Xu An raised his head and looked in all directions blankly, the shouts of killing still continued, and the sounds of cursing and angrily filled Xu An's ears.

Surrounded by a purgatory-like scene, there are stumps and broken arms everywhere, dead soldiers everywhere, and heart-piercing wailing everywhere.

The wounded soldiers who were slandered and not dead fell on the ground, howling unselfishly, and the dying horses lay on the ground, screaming in vain and calling for their masters, but they didn't know it was, but their masters had already preceded them. One step, the battle has been dead for a long time.

In the wilderness, tens of thousands of corpses lay dead, and all the black banners have fallen to the ground. As far as the eye can see, there is no longer a black banner, but only red and yellow banners.

The Huns had already retreated, and the onslaught of the Han army and the Yellow Turban army completely shattered Xubuguduhou's hope of restoring the glory of the Huns in the past.

The fiery red sunset glow in the sky was reflected in Xu An's eyes, and the air was filled with blood, filling it with a strange color.

"The Huns retreated..."

A soldier of the Yellow Turban Army drooped his arms, and the halberd in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and collided with the Duan Ge on the ground, making a soft "dangling" sound.

"The Huns retreated."

A blood-soaked knight of the Han army reined in his horse and murmured to himself as he looked at the panicked Hun cavalry who fled in all directions.

"The Huns retreat!!!"

Countless soldiers of the Han army were weeping with joy. They raised their arms high and shouted hysterically, venting their emotions.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army also raised their weapons high and cheered towards Xu An's big flag.

They repelled the enemies from the north, they protected what they wanted to protect, everything they cherished, and they took one step closer to the world of the yellow sky in the dream.

Cheers resounded across the clouds. At this moment, the Han army and the Yellow Turban army, who were clearly enemies, celebrated the victory together like brothers.

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked towards the sky. When the Huns came, the sun was still shining in the sky, but now it was a scene of sunset on the western mountains, and the radiant sun was no longer in glory.

The last afterglow of the setting sun stretched Zhang Yi's figure very, very long.

Zhang Yi looked around in a daze, and followed him with a dozen generals. At this time, only two school officers were left with bruises, and of the more than 100 cavalry guards who followed him, only two were left. More than ten people.

On the wilderness, the red flags of the Han army were sparse, and the previous flags were as khaki as the sea, and they were also quite incomplete.

The cheers gradually subsided, and the thick sound of war drums suddenly sounded above the wilderness.

Zhang Yi was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look to the south. The sound of war drums came from the large formation of the Southern Yellow Turban Army.

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

The yellow scarf wrestler, who was naked from the upper body, beat the huge yellow drum.

The sound of thick drums spread throughout the wilderness in an instant.

Above the wilderness, a group of soldiers of the Han army also became nervous. They supported their tired bodies and their robes tightly against each other, guarding against the Yellow Turban soldiers who were still fighting side by side and cheering together. pawn.

Zhang Yi also clenched the horse in his hand, and the surviving knights of the Han army began to slowly approach Zhang Yi's fiery red banner.

The current Han army is at the end of its rope. If the Yellow Turban army turns around and attacks the Han army at this time, the Han army will never be spared.

But none of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were right beside them attacked them. They just walked slowly towards the place where the drums sounded.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of drums spread throughout the wilderness, and the soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads, like birds returning to the forest, returned to the formation of the Yellow Turban Army one after another, and finally gathered under the big khaki banner.

"Da da da…………"

A group of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army flew past Zhang Yi, and no one even took a look at where Zhang Yi was.

The sun in the sky has almost completely fallen into the embrace of the mountains, leaving only a small corner, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky blood red.

"Ugh——"

The camp of the Han army also sounded the horn of assembly. The exhausted Han army supported each other and slowly gathered under Zhang Yi's big flag.

Zhang Yiqiang supported himself and did not fall down from his horse. Not far away, the Yellow Turban Army was almost assembled.

All the Yellow Turbans had withdrawn from the camp of the Han Army, and the Yellow Turbans had no intention of attacking the Han Army at all.

Looking at the big khaki flag not far away, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a little dazed.

In the past, when Xu Ankou merged with the state, he did not commit any crimes to the people who settled in the countryside along the road, and after entering the city, he only plundered the government and the powerful.

Even if they invaded Jinyang City, they only robbed food, grass, and military equipment, and did not loot, burn, kill and plunder.

Just today, Zhang Yi led his troops and was besieged by the Southern Huns. There were no reinforcements outside, and there was no way out. He could only fight with his back. He never thought that Xu An led the troops all the way from Yong'an City to help the Han army and repel the Huns. people.

"Wei Guan Zhong, my hair is on my left lapel."

Zhang Yi muttered to himself, this was the last sentence Xu An wrote in the silk script he sent.

"Tie your hair on the right lapel, and let your hair loose on the left lapel. There is no room for competition over clothes..."

Zhang Yi looked up at Xu An's big flag not far away. He thought of those chattering, righteous and awe-inspiring princes in the court who had their own ghosts in private. He thought of the emperor who favored the ten permanent servants. Jazz joke.

"Taipingdao... even if you are not a demon..."

2 Forty Chapters Persecution

"Your Majesty."

Seeing Zhang Yi in a daze, Li En stepped forward and reminded him softly.

"Xu An seems to be coming over."

Zhang Yi opened his eyes, and his thoughts of flying to the sky were also drawn to the present world, and he cast his gaze forward.

Xu An's big khaki flag was slowly coming towards him.

Under the khaki banner, hundreds of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army surrounded Xu An.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he noticed that under the big banner, there was Xu An, who was riding a bay red horse and wearing red armor, who was particularly eye-catching.

He also saw the sanitation guard beside Xu An, the seven or eight mighty warriors each armed with weapons and heavily armored.

As Xu An got closer and closer, Zhang Yi finally saw Xu An's face for the first time.

so young...

This was Zhang Yi's first thought. Right in front of Zhang Yi's eyes, this leader of the Yellow Turbans who was guarded in the center by a group of generals of the Yellow Turban Army was only in his 20s, and he was in high spirits.

Zhang Yi looked at his vicissitudes of hands, and was silent for a while.

He remembered that when he was young, he was also so high-spirited. He held a long sword, impassioned, and wanted to make some contributions to the country.

He raised his head to look at Xu An again, and looked at the group of Yellow Turban Army knights in front of him. From Xu An and the group of Yellow Turban Army knights in front of him, he saw a kind of vitality, which was a kind of vitality that belonged only to young people. Like a newborn sun.

At this time, Xu An's blood-stained red robe has not been replaced, and the feathers and arrows of the armor have not been pulled out.

The hair of the bay red horse riding under the seat was originally red, but now it was stained with blood, which brought out Xu An's power even more.

"Wei Guan Zhong, my hair is on my left lapel."

Zhang Yi smiled and read out what Xu An had written on the silk script.

Xu An was a little surprised at first, then a smile appeared on his face, and he said with a smile: "I have admired the reputation of the envoy for a long time, and seeing you today, it really lives up to the reputation."

"It's just that the emperor and I fought against the Xiongnu, but how to explain to the court."

Zhang Yi was a little disappointed, and said: "You have your hair tied up on the right lapel, and your hair on the left lapel. There is no room for a dispute over clothes...you have already said this in the silk script, how can I refuse..."

"I don't have the skills of Guan Zhong. I can destroy Yidi. As the governor of Bingzhou, I have only made the Southern Huns surrender on the surface for many years. It's just ridiculous. I have dealt with the Huns all my life, but I still can't distinguish villains. Trick."

Zhang Yi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "If this battle is defeated, the Bingzhou will not survive, and hundreds of thousands of people will be displaced and become slaves..."

"If the people of Bingzhou suffer from such misfortune, so that they lose their left skirts, I, Zhang Yi, will not be able to pay for their sins even if I die."

Zhang Yi paused, and made a series of roads to the north.

"The crime of collaborating with the enemy has nothing to do with others, and I, Zhang Yi, will bear all the responsibility for the crime here."

Zhang Yi stared at Xu An's face and asked, "Now that the Xiongnu have retreated, how dare you ask General Xu what his plans are?"

Although the Yellow Turban Army temporarily rested, if they attacked again, the Han Army still had no chance of winning. Although Zhang Yi knew that Xu An would probably not act like this, he still asked.

Xu An did not answer Zhang Yi's question, but instead revealed his original plan: "I learned about the mobilization of the Han army in the south of Hedong County and your movements, so I led troops to Yong'an City."

"The original idea was to wait until the time when you agreed to attack, to ambush your troops in the north of Yong'an City, attacking your troops from both sides, defeating the troops under your leadership in Yong'an City, and then capturing Taiyuan County."

"Once Taiyuan County is lost, Yanmen County and Xihe County are at your fingertips. Now that the chaos of the Han Dynasty has arisen, they are planning to merge the prefectures. When the chaos comes together, the Central Plains can be settled again."

When Zhang Yi heard Xu An's layout, he was also terrified. This was a gap in intelligence, and the Han army didn't know that Xu An had entered Yong'an City.

Therefore, if the Southern Xiongnu did not go south, then the situation would definitely be as Xu An imagined. Facing the two-sided attack of more than 1 elite Yellow Turbans, the Han army had almost no chance of winning.

"The eagle wolf guard..."

Zhang Yi looked stern and looked at Xu An.

This person is obviously so young, but his foresight is extraordinary.

The news of the Eagle Wolf Guard is no longer a secret. Anyone who has heard about the Yellow Turban Army in the middle and high levels of the Han Empire knows that Xu An has established a new regiment, which is different from the normal combat regiment—— Eagle Wolf Guard.

Their duty is to spy on the military situation, scout out intelligence, and monitor places.

In the places occupied by the Yellow Turban Army, especially the border, the activities of the Eagle Wolf Guards are particularly frequent. It is difficult for the scouts of the Han army in the territory who want to pass on information, or the local tyrants, to pass the information to the Han army.

On the contrary, it was the movement of the Han army, which was frequently obtained by the eagle wolf guards, and was informed to the Yellow Turban army in advance, so that they could be prepared.

Seeing that Zhang Yi was deep in thought, Xu An led Zaohong a few steps forward, and said: "Now the soldiers under Shijun's command are exhausted, and now my army strength is far superior to Shijun's by several times. I can defeat you and others with just a snap of the fingers. With a wave, between hands."

"I have tens of thousands of soldiers under my command, and the two counties of Hedong and Shangdang are already in my hands. As long as I kill the envoy, it will be even more difficult to seize Bingzhou."

Zhang Yi looked at Xu An fixedly, without saying a word.

Xu An paused for a moment, then continued: "The Southern Huns' raid on Bingzhou was swift and swift, covering hundreds of miles a day. Xihe County is now in the hands of the Huns, and Yanmen County should also be under the control of the Southern Huns. Invasion."

"Shangjun's reinforcements were defeated by my troops before, but now the soldiers in Bingzhou are only a few thousand remnants under the envoy's command, and there are over [-] soldiers in control of the Southern Xiongnu."

Xu Ance immediately stepped forward, and all the generals and schoolmen behind him came on horseback. Xu An stared at Zhang Yi and asked forcefully, "Dare to ask the envoy, how do you use these thousands of remnants to resist the Xiongnu?"

Zhang Yi looked embarrassed, and retorted: "Yanmen County is more than enough to resist the Huns with the help of the pass. Taiyuan County has not been lost, and the Zuohu troops retreated. As long as Xihe County soldiers return, it is all right to retake Xihe County. "

"In the north of Taihang Mountain, Zhang Baiqi, Pinghan, and Daji are all under my command. If the soldiers of Xihe County return, Guo Tai can also lead the Baibo army to attack Puzi City. Assault from all sides, how can you base your attack on it?"

"Bingzhou is now like an isolated island in the sea, and its defeat is only a matter of time. If the land of Bingzhou did not depend on the imperial court's supply, how could it support so many soldiers?"

Xu An interrupted Zhang Yi's words and spoke again.

"Defeat is only a matter of time. If the Huns gain power, I have a famous saying with the envoy. The Huns cavalry come and go like the wind. Our Yellow Turban Army lacks cavalry and has no passes. It will definitely not be able to resist the Huns. If the Huns take the first step , invaded Taiyuan, took down Bingzhou, then the hundreds of thousands of people in Bingzhou will fall into the hands of the Huns, and they will lose their left lapels and become slaves."

"When I can repel the Xiongnu, or the court regains the lost land, I'm afraid it will be many years later."

"Today, if I behead the envoy and annihilate your subordinates, I can also take Bingzhou. Why don't you let Bingzhou be with me? If I Xu An enters Bingzhou, I will definitely not do mass killings."

Xu An led the horse and looked at Zhang Yi quietly.

"The words have come to this, please make your decision early."

Chapter 241 The People Don't Fear Death

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the setting sun had completely fallen between the mountains, and darkness was slowly covering the earth.

Zhang Yi let out a foul breath, and looked back at the soldiers behind him.

Up and down the Han army camp, all the soldiers of the Han army were silent. They supported each other, supported their tired bodies, held their weapons, and quietly waited for Zhang Yi to make a decision.

These soldiers have been following him for a long time, receiving a meager salary, and guarding the bitter cold land on the frontier.

They lacked food and clothing, but they still persisted in the bitter cold of Bianjun. Their families were in Bingzhou, just behind the pass they guarded, so they couldn't take a step back.

But what they didn't know was that for those powerful families in Luoyang City and in the interior, the cost of a meal was something they couldn't afford in their lifetime.

When the flames of war in the frontier raged, it did not affect the luxury and wealth of those aristocratic families in the slightest.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists, and he felt powerless again. The dozens of documents he played were all lost.

The powerful enemies around are staring at each other, rebellions are rising inside, the remnants of the Yellow Turbans have not been wiped out, but the colossus of the Han Empire is still sleeping soundly, and danger is approaching.