The World of Yellow Sky

There is a mound that has already been built up to half the height of the city wall. In a few days, the Yellow Turban Army outside the city will be able to step over the mound and drive straight into Zhongyang City.

But Zhongyang City, which would shoot countless arrows every time the Yellow Turban Army attacked, was strangely silent.

The Yellow Turban Army was also a little panicked for a while. Unknown things always make people feel afraid, until on the ladder frame, a soldier of the Yellow Turban Army climbed to the top of Zhongyang City, and saw the empty city wall. Only then did the army discover that the Huns in Zhongyang City had all withdrawn.

Countless khaki-colored banners fluttered above Zhongyang City.

Lu Bu took Xiaoqi Battalion into Zhongyang City.

The prosperous Zhongyang City in the past has now become a dead and silent ruin. There is no living person anymore. There are fires everywhere, ruined walls everywhere, and an unpleasant smell of corruption in the air.

The faces of most of the knights following Lu Bu became extremely stern, and their eyes even turned slightly red.

And those soldiers from Xihe County were even more difficult to restrain. Many soldiers were crying and shouting on the ruins, desperately grabbing pieces of wood in the ruins, and shouting the names of their loved ones.

But several months have passed, how can their relatives survive, the outcome is determined to be irreversible.

Lu Bu did not restrain these soldiers who originally belonged to Xihe County, he left the Xiaoqi Battalion outside the city to guard, and let these soldiers of Xihe County vent their emotions.

On the second day, when the soldiers from Xihe County rejoined the army, their aura had completely changed.

It was no longer murderous, but quiet. Whether it was on the march or when they were resting, the barracks of Xihe County soldiers were surprisingly quiet.

When Lu Bu gave orders to the generals of the Xihe County Army, those generals seemed to have forgotten the function of language, and just obeyed numbly.

Lu Bu did not punish him for this, he could understand the state of mind of these soldiers.

When they were forced to leave their homes when they were young, those refugees whose families all died under the sword of the Huns were like the soldiers of Xihe County today.

……

Zhongping four years, at the end of July.

Three days after Zhongyang City was breached, the Yellow Turban Army set up camp outside Lishi City, and Lishi City could no longer move in.

This once the most prosperous city in Xihe County has now become a sea of ​​flames, and the Huns who were evacuated from Lishi City were burned.

The raging fire was reflected in the eyes of the soldiers of Xihe County, in the eyes of all the cavalrymen of the Xiaoqi Battalion, and in the eyes of Lu Bu.

The fire that ignited in his own house when he was young and the fire in Lishi City gradually merged in Lu Bu's eyes.

Everyone knew that the current Huns might have already fled north, and it would be useless to pursue them any further.

"Northern prisoner..."

Lu Bu held the rein tightly and stared at the north.

……

The Huns withdrew their troops, Guo Tai led his troops northward to occupy the ferry of the Yellow River, and Lu Bu continued northward with the Xiaoqi Battalion and the Warrior Battalion. They wanted to rebuild the pass destroyed by the Huns.

The fire in Lishi City had also subsided, and the soldiers of Xihe County did not move on. They stayed in Lishi City like walking corpses.

Almost everything they cherished was destroyed in the flames of war and in the hands of the Huns.

Chapter 276 Cutting the Oath

The north wind whistling, wandering in the dilapidated streets and alleys of Lishi City, the devastation, the mess all over the place, the silent ruins all told the sufferings they had suffered.

The sound of the wind turned in the ruins and turned into a whimper.

Outside Lishi City, more than [-] Xihe County soldiers stood facing the wind, and the [-] Xihe County soldiers all stood silently at the bottom of a hill.

Captain Li De of Xihe County knelt beside a pothole on the hill, and slowly took off his helmet with the feathers stuck in it. The bright red feathers trembled slightly in the wind, and the bright red was like the blood in the human body. s color.

Li De put the Feather helmet on the grass next to the pit with a blank face, and his eyes were not bright, only dim.

He took out a jade pendant from his bosom, which was solemnly handed to him by his first wife when he left home, saying that it could protect him from harm on the battlefield.

only……

Now he has returned safely, but his first wife has passed away. He will never see her voice and smile again in this life, and he will no longer be able to listen to her nagging and listen to her when he goes out to fight. speech.

No one will adjust his shirt before he goes out, and no one will worry about him or pray for him in the distance.

The whistling wind echoed in Li De's ears, gradually getting lower and lower, and gradually turned into a crying sound.

Li De is also in tears, time can never go back, the deceased is dead, his children, his first wife, and his parents all died in this catastrophe, his house in Lishi City It has also been turned into a ruin.

The strong wind blew, and the sound of whimpering echoed around the hills, and the sound of crying was slowly getting louder.

The cry came from the throats of four thousand Xihe County soldiers. All their precious things, everything they cherished, were destroyed under the sword, and their wives, children, and parents also died together. , They will never see their brothers and friends again.

"Blow the horn."

Li De wiped away his tears with his robe, and said choked up.

The guard beside him stopped crying, untied the horn from his waist, and blew it vigorously.

"Ugh——"

The desolate horn echoed in the wind, and more horns sounded in the crowd one after another.

Li De stood up slowly, his plain shirt fluttering in the strong wind, and he turned around slowly, facing a group of soldiers from Xihe County.

The sound of the horn stopped, and the eyes of more than [-] soldiers from Xihe County were all focused on Li De.

Li De opened his mouth, but he didn't speak. He couldn't speak. The soldiers under his command were no longer the army with high fighting spirit and high morale.

What he saw was a group of walking dead, a group of lifeless soldiers.

Husband's sorrow is greater than heart death, and human death is second.

"Zheng!"

Li De suddenly pulled out the Han sword from his waist, and stared at the soldiers sitting around him.

"The city was lost, the soldiers and civilians were killed, and Xihe County is already a wasteland. There is no place for us to live. The blame here lies with me, Li Deye!"

Li De's voice was still choked with sobs. Holding the Han sword in his hand, he took off the hair tie that fixed his hair, and his long hair fell loose.

"Such a crime, even if you kill me a hundred times, it can't be offset, but our great revenge has not been avenged, and the Huns who broke through Lishi City are still in the north. How can such hatred be abandoned!"

Li De grabbed his loose hair, cut off a section suddenly, then raised his hair high and said in hatred.

"I, Li De, hereby make an oath that I will conquer the Xiongnu in the north and avenge the grievances and shame of my fathers and folks who died in Xihe County! If you break this oath, you will be punished by heaven and man!"

The lifeless soldiers of Xihe County all stood up and became agitated.

The Han Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, the body and skin, the parents who received it, did not dare to harm it, this is the beginning of filial piety.

In the battle over clothing between the Huns and the Han Empire, I don’t know how many people died because they refused to wear their left lapels.

Zhang Qi closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his expression kept changing, and he finally took a step forward.

"Zheng!"

The ring head knife was unsheathed, and Zhang Qi cut off a section of his own hair, and held it high.

"My subordinate, Zhang Qi, is willing to fight against the Xiongnu with Li Duwei until the end!"

"clank!"

The sound of drawing a knife out of its sheath can be heard endlessly.

"Until death!"

More and more people responded to Li De's call, and more and more people chopped off their hair with a knife.

"Until death!"

All of a sudden, the crowd was furious, and more than [-] soldiers from Xihe County all swore an oath.

The strong wind howled, and countless red banners were rolled up and down the hills.

The flags were fluttering, and there was a hunting sound between the flags.

The severed hair was flying in the wind, and the more than [-] Xihe County soldiers were all furious.

Li De threw the severed hair in his hand into the pit, he took a last look at the jade pendant in his hand, and resolutely threw the jade pendant into the pit together.

Li De knelt in front of the pothole and bowed deeply.

More than [-] soldiers from Xihe County stepped forward one by one and threw the hair in their hands into the pit.

The strands of hair and the treasures presented by the deceased gradually filled up the potholes on the hills.

The scene returned to silence, and the sun in the sky was beginning to sink below the horizon.

Li De stood up slowly, ignoring the soil on his knees, and began to slowly fill the hole.

No matter how slow the movement was, the pothole was gradually filled with soil.

No one cried anymore, because their tears had already been completely exhausted.

Li De stepped on the horse, led the horse and glanced at the soldiers under the hill, and said loudly.

"The time for revenge is the time for us to return to Lishi City, the time for us to open the pit and retrieve the treasure!"

Li De raised the Han sword in his hand high, and shouted hoarsely: "Fight the Huns until death!"

Four thousand soldiers from Xihe County also responded in groups.

"Until death!"

And just outside the soldiers of Xihe County, several dark shadows hidden in the bushes slowly disappeared into the forest.

……

A few days later, a document from the Eagle Wolf Guard was submitted to Xu An's copy.

"Cut and swear until death..."

The originally light document is now as heavy as a thousand weights in Xu An's hands.

At the end of the day, just four words are more breathtaking than thousands of words.

Xihe County is all scorched earth...

The Huns withdrew to the north without leaving any living quarters in the city, and even left any usable buildings for the Yellow Turban Army in the rural settlements.

There used to be tens of thousands of people in Xihe County, but now there are less than a thousand people, and these thousand people in Xihe County escaped the catastrophe by hiding in the deep mountains.

Xu An closed his eyes, and his hand holding the document trembled slightly. Only when he really came to this world can he know how cruel the life of the people at the bottom is.

This is just a Hun tribe...

What will it be like in the chaos of the future generations, when countless northern captives go south and wanton slaughter.

Perhaps calling it purgatory is not enough to describe one-tenth of its cruelty.

Chapter 277 The White Robe Army

Xihe County, Lishi City.

The long-quiet military camp of Xihe County caused ripples because of a hundred households of Eagle Guards wearing white eagle uniforms.

"Captain Lieutenant..."

Li De stared fixedly at the seal letter delivered by the Yingwei Baihu on the desk, and was a little dazed for a moment.

In addition to the seal, there is also a tiger talisman on the desk.

Li De held up the tiger talisman made of refined iron, his pupils dilated slightly, and he saw the four small characters engraved on the tiger talisman—revenge and hatred.

"Vengeance Snow Hate..."

Li De tightly held the tiger talisman in his hand, his knuckles turned white from the force.

The Yingwei Baihu officer in the tent saw Li De checking the seal, and continued to say: "The great virtuous and good teacher has something to say, the Xiaoqi camp is newly built, and the state is waiting to be built, and the Northern Expedition can only be put on hold for the time being."

"The Xiongnu has tens of thousands of people who control the strings. The matter of the Northern Expedition needs to be considered in a long-term manner. Rushing out of the fortress will only cause loss of troops and additional casualties. Please wait for a good opportunity. After the state is stabilized, our army will organize and train the cavalry before proceeding to the Northern Expedition. Take it, there is a chance of winning."

Li De let go of the hand holding the tiger talisman, bowed slightly, and replied: "The great virtuous teacher has the heart of the Northern Expedition, and we are all willing to follow."

The situation is stronger than the people. The Han army has been completely defeated in Bingzhou. Whether it is the Huns or the Yellow Turbans, the Han army is powerless to resist.

If he wanted revenge, he could only rely on the Yellow Turban Army. As for the Han Army, Li De, as the captain, naturally knew the current situation of the Han Empire.

Liangzhou and Bingzhou have been lost, and rebellions have sprung up in the interior, so there is no time to look north.

Even if the Han army had the ability to take back Bingzhou, Li De knew very well that once the Han army took back Bingzhou, they would never go out again to fight the Xiongnu for revenge.

In the sixth year of Xiping, the Han army went out to attack Xianbei. In that battle, the Han army in Bingzhou almost lost the courage to go out.