The World of Yellow Sky

Accompanied by the continuous sound of horns and the thunderous sound of horseshoes, more than [-] Hun cavalry followed their Shan Yu and galloped towards the east without hesitation.

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On the endless grassland, a large number of rangers roamed above.

That was the scout cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army.

The long dragon composed of khaki-colored flags slowly marched towards the northwest on the grassland.

Xu An was riding on the horse, his face was also covered with dust.

"How long."

Xu An turned his head and asked Yan Zhong who was beside him.

"Eleven days."

Yan Zhong tightened his shirt.

Originally, Xu An didn't want Yan Zhong to follow him because of his advanced age, but Yan Zhong insisted on following him.

The outcome of chasing the Huns and the results obtained determine the future development of the Yellow Turban Army.

If the Yellow Turban Army can win incomparably beautifully, then the Wuhuan people, the Liangzhou Army, and the Xianbei people will not dare to underestimate the Yellow Turban Army on the grassland.

Moreover, the Yellow Turban Army can also harvest a large amount of supplies, livestock, and people.

Xu An frowned, he still underestimated the pressure of logistics, the loss of this pursuit was too great.

The consumption of these [-] days is far more than the consumption of money and food for the inland battle in one month, and the supply line is too long.

Even if it weren't for the Xiongnu tribe who surrendered nearby, they could provide some food to the Yellow Turban Army, and the supply pressure would be even greater.

It is no wonder that during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the northern conquest of the Xiongnu even cost the money accumulated by several generations.

"Report!!!"

Just as Xu An and Yan Zhong were talking in low voices, a loud shout made Xu An raise his head instantly.

"Twenty miles ahead, we found traces of the Huns army!!!"

A scout from the Yellow Turban Army, full of excitement, rode up on his horse and reported loudly to Xu An.

Xu An turned his head to look at Yan Zhong, both of them had expressions of joy in their eyes.

Finally found!

Xu An looked up at the sky, it was only Chen Shi, and there was still a lot of time.

"Order the whole army to advance slowly, conserve energy, and prepare for the battle!"

After receiving the news that the Huns were found in the marching ranks of the Yellow Turban Army, there was a loud cry in an instant.

On the [-]th, for a full [-] days, they finally discovered the main force of the Huns.

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Three o'clock noon.

The Yellow Turban Army slowly entered the battlefield set up by the Huns.

The Southern Huns relied on a mound and set up a big camp.

Xu An looked solemnly at the Huns' camp in front of him.

The scale of the Huns' camp was as large as those of the Han army outside Xiaquyang City in the past.

The waves were churning, and wherever they came into view, there were countless cavalry of the Huns all over the mountains and plains.

But Xu An didn't have a trace of fear.

The Huns cavalry are here in full battle.

This is the decisive battle site selected by Xubu Gudu, where the Southern Huns wanted to repel the Yellow Turban Army.

Gu Guduhou must have discovered the reason why the Liangzhou Army and the Wuhuan people did not stop. He knew that as long as he repelled the Yellow Turban Army's pursuit troops, he could regain control of part of the situation and resolve the current crisis.

In the distance, the formation of the Huns.

People neighed and horses boiled, and countless knights ran back and forth, raising waves of dust.

The black flags gathered together, and the loose black hair fluttered in the wind, forming patches of black clouds on the grassland.

Xu An led the conspicuous claret horse and stood under the khaki banner.

The military order has been issued.

Countless khaki flags waved.

The formation of the Yellow Turban Army slowly spread forward in an orderly manner.

Accompanied by the sound of loud drums and the unique sound of wooden whistles of the Yellow Turban Army, the Yellow Turban Army slowly stepped into the battlefield.

Chapter 319 Supporting the plow alone and Tu Shanyu

Under the leadership of Lu Bu and other cavalry generals, the Xiaoqi Battalion in black and Xuanjia jumped out of the army formation.

The Xiaoqi Battalion easily expelled all the Huns who roamed around the Yellow Turban Army's outskirts, clearing a place for the subsequent Yellow Turban Army to gain a foothold.

Under the banner of the big black banner, a group of Xiongnu cavalry in iron armor surrounded their plow supporter Gu Tu Shanyu - Xu Bu.

Xu Bu led the uneasy black horse, and looked coldly at the Yellow Turban Army not far away.

There was no obstacle between the camp of the Southern Huns and the Yellow Turban Army. The sound of war drums and whistles echoed along the miles-long front of the Yellow Turban Army, clearly reaching Xu Bu's ears.

Xu Bu's face darkened, he couldn't help but tightened his grip on the horse's reins.

When he was in Taiyuan County, he had also heard that sharp whistle.

It was that sharp voice, that piercing whistle, that pierced his hope of leading the Huns into the state.

Accompanied by the sound of orderly footsteps, soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army wearing armor and holding shields and halberds are continuously entering the battlefield.

After a while, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army completed the change from a column to a horizontal formation.

The strange chariots were pushed to the outermost edge of the army formation, and the Yellow Turban Army

Under the simple and orderly command of the flags and trumpets, more soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army arranged their formations.

Xu Bu's complexion also became more and more gloomy.

In a short period of time, the central army of the Yellow Turban Army has already arranged a tight military formation.

The first line of defense at the outermost edge of the military formation is an obstacle composed of chariots.

And the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army on the two wings are also ready to go.

The left army is the white-robed army of the Yellow Turban Army. There are more than [-] cavalrymen of the white-robed army. They are all dressed in white clothes, plain robes, and white cloth around their heads.

The right army is the Xiaoqi Battalion of the Yellow Turban Army. There are more than [-] cavalrymen in the Xiaoqi Battalion. They are all wearing black armor, ink clothes, and black scarves around their heads. They all fly black flags, looking like ink.

Countless earth-yellow banners of the Chinese army gathered together, and the strong wind blew by, bringing about countless hunting sounds.

Thirteen thousand infantry of the Yellow Turban Army stood in formation, all wearing yellow scarves, wearing yellow clothes, all flying yellow flags, looking like dirt.

The army array of white, yellow and black was reflected in Xu Bu's eyes.

The neat three-color army array contrasts with the emerald green grass, conveying a strong visual stimulation, reflecting an irresistible feeling in terms of momentum.

The sun shining on the armor and weapons of the Yellow Turban Army added a bit of chill to the formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the entire front stood upright and silent.

Xu Bu looked at the Yellow Turban Army in neat lines and waving banners in the distance, his complexion became completely gloomy.

He wanted to say a few words to encourage the soldiers beside him, but when he didn't know what to say, he could only remain silent.

Rao Xubu has been fighting for many years, but the Yellow Turban Army looks so powerful in front of him that it is even difficult for people to have the idea of ​​​​contesting it.

Even though there was a distance of four or five miles, the murderous aura exuded by the Yellow Turban army still rushed towards our faces.

Xu Bu knew that even he felt the tremendous pressure brought by the Yellow Turban Army, not to mention the pressure felt by ordinary soldiers under his command.

Compared with the previous battle in Taiyuan County, the Yellow Turban Army in Bingzhou gave him the feeling that it has become much stronger, and its military appearance is even more prosperous.

Xu Bu looked at the big khaki banner of the Yellow Turban Army's middle army from afar, and smiled wryly.

After all, he underestimated those Han people in the south.

I thought that taking advantage of the civil strife in the Han court, I could take the opportunity to occupy the land of Bingzhou and seek development.

It's ridiculous to think about it now.

While they were still fighting among themselves, the Yellow Turban Army in the south had secretly planned the Northern Expedition.

The dream of invading Bingzhou has been shattered. Enemies encircled the Xiongnu with nets on all sides, almost driving the Xiongnu to a dead end.

The Huns are almost at the point of no return.

Xu Bu even regretted it a little. He regretted going south to invade Xihe County, which caused the Xiongnu and the Yellow Turbans to turn against each other.

What Xu Bu wanted was not only the title of Xiongnu Shanyu, but also to reinvigorate the Xiongnu and seek space for his tribe to survive in this world.

After Tan Shihuai, the leader of Xianbei in the north, died, the alliance disintegrated, and Xianbei split into many branches that did not belong to each other.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and Xianbei's strength should not be underestimated.

The southern Huns were surrounded by powerful enemies on all sides, but the Han Empire in the south was showing weakness at this time, and because of the rebellion in various places, ordered Qiangqu Shanyu to send troops to follow.

The threat of Xianbei in the north is still there, but the Han Empire wants to conscript a large number of young and strong, which also makes many Huns feel panic.

So Xu Bu gathered all the tribes, killed Qiang Qu, and wanted to replace them.

Qiang Qu is old, and Yu Fuluo is also obedient to the Han Dynasty. The paths they want to take are completely different.

But it is a pity that Xu Bu's success in Taiyuan County was on the verge of failure, and he could not successfully ascend to the position of Shan Yu.

The internal strife seriously consumed the strength of the Huns, and also made the Southern Huns lose their vigilance against external dangers.

Xu Bu never thought that the Yellow Turban Army who had just occupied Bingzhou not long ago could move so quickly.

But it's too late to regret now, the matter has come to this point, there is only one battle.

Xu Bu withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the group of knights following him.

To his surprise, none of the knights who followed him showed fear, but only determination.

Xu Bu's mind trembled slightly, he kicked the horse's belly, and drove the horse down slowly from the mound.

The Hun knights standing on horseback on both sides were all silently looking at Xu Bu and their plow, Gu Tu Shanyu.

Xu Bu met the eyes of the knights on both sides, and slowly moved forward.

On the big black flag, there is a picture of a wolf god drawn, and the wind howls, and the big flag unfurls against the wind.

No one is afraid, no one fears, and no one thinks of backing down.

Everyone knows that the Xiongnu has reached a critical moment of survival, and the outcome of this battle is related to the future of the Huns. Their relatives, the old and the weak, women and children in the tribe are all in Qingyanze, right behind them.

Battles on the grasslands have always been bloody.

Genocide is not impossible.

The majestic horn sounded in the cavalry of the Huns, just like the battle of Mobei in the Han Dynasty.

Countless knights of the Huns with their left lapels raised their weapons and gathered under the black banner.

The big black banner stood in front of the Huns' cavalry formation, and Xu Bu held a horse lance, calmly watching the Yellow Turbans fighting in formation in the east.

"Warriors of the Huns!"

The strong wind was blowing, Xu Bu's face was firm, he held his horse lance obliquely, drove the horse, walked slowly before the battle, and bumped the spear of the horse against the tip of the Hun knights at the forefront.

Xu Bu shouted hoarsely.

The eyes of all the Huns cavalry were focused on Xu Bu, and on their Gu Tu Shanyu who supported the plow.

"Behind is Qingyanze, we have no way to retreat."

"Our tribe once owned a vast grassland, countless cattle and sheep, and all the treasures in the world. We used to be the co-owners of the entire grassland! We used to be the most powerful tribe in the world!"

"However, for hundreds of years, the glory of the Huns has been slowly fading, and we have also become weaker and weaker. Until today, our tribe has reached the moment of life and death."

The strong wind gradually weakened and turned into whimpers, and countless Huns were silent.

Even the war horses became quieter.