The World of Yellow Sky

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous!"

Several soldiers charged at the forefront, already pacifying the potential threat for Xu An, Xu An safely set foot on the wall, at this time, the Han army was retreating.

The crowd was crowded, but among the sergeants who were fighting, Xu An and Lu Jun's armors and flags stood out from the crowd, and Xu An and Lu Jun discovered each other almost at the same time.

Lu Jun finally understood why the Yellow Turbans' offensive was suddenly so violent.

But now the defense on the wall has been fragmented, and there are still more than [-] Han troops on the top of the city.

And the only way to win is to kill the enemy general who climbed the city.

At this time, Lu Jun had already put on an iron halberd, and the Yellow Turbans had more and more soldiers.

"kill"

Lu Jun shouted violently, and swung his iron halberd to kill Xu An.

Several light soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army held their spears and tried to block Lu Jun, who was on the rampage, but before they got close to Lu Jun, the soldiers beside Lu Jun had already killed him on the spot.

The fighting on the wall also aroused Xu An's ferocity. From Jizhou to Taihang Mountain, Xu An also fought in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and in Banyun Mountain, his daily time was not only spent on training troops In addition to handling military affairs, the most time is to learn martial arts from Gong Du and Liu Pi.

"Humph!"

Xu An snorted coldly and stepped forward, followed by the soldiers beside him.

The distance of just a few dozen steps came in an instant, and Lu Jun had already met Xu An.

Lu Jun's iron halberd opened and closed, and slammed into Xu An. Xu An held the ring-shou sword in his hand, so naturally he would not hit him hard.

One inch short and one inch dangerous, Xu An's figure passed through the halberd like an agile cheetah. The high-intensity fight also consumed a lot of Lu Jun's physical strength, and he could no longer keep up with Xu An's speed.

The halberd was old, but the ring-sheaded sword in Xu An's hand was only shot, and the sharp ring-sheaded sword stabbed at Lu Jun's heart like lightning.

Lu Jun's figure was stagnant, and his originally angry eyes became hollow in an instant.

The bright red flag of the Han army was broken on the wall...

Chapter 63 Horns

When more Yellow Turban soldiers rushed into the wall through the ladder, the Han army's loose defense line collapsed in an instant.

The lively Yellow Turban Soldiers, like wild beasts, stepped on the exhausted Han Army Soldiers effortlessly, and one after another Han Army Soldiers fell into the pool of blood above the wall.

The last resistance at Jingxing Pass also disappeared with the defeat of Lu Jun...

The Golden Crow stretched its wings in the air and released a radiant light. The soldiers wrapped in yellow scarves under the wall came and went to clean up a messy battlefield.

They spliced ​​the stumps and arms together, carried their dead robes on their backs, and gathered some items on them that they could continue to use, the dry food bags on their waists, the weapons in their hands, and the leather armor on their bodies. ...

The bodies of thousands of Yellow Turbans were piled up outside the gate, and the Yellow Turban sergeants outside the gate silently digged the soil on the ground with agricultural tools.

The cheers of victory belong only to those who survive, and those who die only die.

The red flags on Jingjingguan have been replaced with yellow flags, and the khaki yellow flag is flying again above the wall of Jingjingguan.

A group of sergeants wrapped in yellow scarves lined up in a fairly neat queue, walking towards Jingxing Pass.

The gate to the east was opened, and the remaining Han troops did not know where they fled. The Yellow Turbans' cavalry roared past the city gate with dozens of yellow flags. It was absolutely impossible for these Han troops to escape Jingxing easily. .

Xu An stood on the wall, supporting the crenel of the wall with his hands. The cold stone bricks were not warmed by the blood that splashed out.

Standing in the Jingxing Pass again, Xu An only felt that he was in a trance. When he first entered Taihang Mountain, he was just a figurehead of the Yellow Turban, with only 300 people around him. He got Jingxing by fraud.

Today, there are [-] soldiers under his command, and he also enjoys the benefits of fame. The most intuitive benefits of beheading three bandits and recovering Huanglong are the sergeants under his command. Victims and Rangers.

Seeing the yellow turban sergeant slowly entering the customs on the official road, Xu An couldn't help showing a smile on his face. The military stick and strict military law prompted these former bandits and farmers to begin to evolve into a regular army.

Of the 100 yellow turban soldiers who fell outside the pass, at least [-] died at the hands of military judges and supervisors.

……

Outside the city of Yingtao, the siege of the Yellow Turbans outside the city has been repelled.

The army of the Han army was lined up in a place less than three miles away from the Yingtao Yellow Turban camp. The two sides had been fighting for two days, and there were still many dead bodies of soldiers in the area between the two armies.

In the tent of the Yellow Turban Army, the atmosphere was gloomy and terrifying, and more than 30 generals and schools in the army gathered in front of Zhang Niujiao's collapse.

The doctor was tremblingly changing the dressing on the wound on Zhang Niujiao's right chest, but there was no sign of the wound getting better, and even pus was oozing out. Zhang Niujiao's chest was ups and downs, and there was a broken bellows in his throat. .

Zhang Niujiao, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army of the Gall Pottery, had already died soon. The arrows from the city wall during the siege hit him in the right chest. Although he was treated with gold sore medicine, the wound continued to deteriorate. Most of the arrow clusters were contaminated. stool.

And just two days ago, the Han army, which was entrenched not far from the city, raided the Yellow Turban army that was sieging the city. Although Zhang Niujiao led the troops to repel the Han army, the wound opened again after the fierce fighting. When he returned to the barracks, Zhang Niujiao could no longer stand up.

Zhang Niujiao pushed the doctor away and said weakly, "Okay, there's no need to change, you go down..."

The doctor was relieved, wiped the sweat on his forehead, hunched his waist and slowly passed through the gap in the crowd, not daring to make a sound.

The atmosphere in the tent became more and more depressed, and the expressions on everyone's faces were so gloomy that they could almost squeeze out the water.

Zhang Niujiao leaned back and wanted to support his body with his hands. Chu Yan, who was beside him, hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhang Niujiao half lean on the collapsed.

Zhang Niujiao looked up at the dull generals in the tent, and asked vigorously, "How many days have I been lying down?"

"It's been two days." Chu Yan picked up a bowl of corn porridge next to the collapse, and said, "Brother, you haven't eaten for a day. Have some porridge."

"No need." Zhang Niujiao pushed Chu Yan's hand away from the porridge, and said, "That's the fate."

Zhang Niujiao shook his head, leaned on the collapsed and looked around at the generals in the tent and said, "After I die, the army will be led by Chu Yan."

There was silence in the account, and no one responded for a while.

Zhang Niujiao closed his eyes slightly, and scolded sharply with a breath of breath, "Am I not clear enough?"

"promise."

Seeing that Zhang Niujiao was angry, all the generals around him immediately responded.

Only then did Zhang Niujiao stop his anger, but then he coughed violently. Every time he coughed, he almost felt like he was coughing out the lung lobes in his chest. He felt a little more comfortable.

After a while, Zhang Niujiao finally calmed down, and Chu Yan brought the corn porridge again. Zhang Niujiao did not refuse this time, but instead drank half a bowl, his face flushed a lot, and his spirit was better.

He shook Chu Yan's hand and said solemnly: "Jizhou can't stay anymore, the officers and soldiers are big, so they can't be hit hard. I don't want to be mourned after I die, hurry up and return to Zhending, the two military commanders in the Han army. It should not be underestimated, if you are caught by the tail, I am afraid that it will be difficult to leave at that time."

Zhang Niujiao slowed down and continued: "If the Han army's offensive is difficult to stop, you can enter Taihang Mountain from Jingxing, and there will be not many Jingxing defenders."

"And the west side of Jingxing is not the bandits, but the Yellow Turban Army, the leader Liu Pi, Gong Du and I are brothers of the same generation, you take my kit and they see it, they will definitely not embarrass you, as for Xu install……"

Zhang Niujiao frowned.

"In less than a month, this person has united the bandits in the middle of the Taihang Mountains, and has made Liu Pi and Gong both their leaders. You must not underestimate him."

Chu Yan looked at Zhang Niujiao on the couch and nodded solemnly, but Zhang Niujiao was still a little worried after speaking, and asked again: "Do you remember?"

"I remember, bro."

Chu Yan opened the mouth and replied, her eyes were slightly red, her voice was a little choked, and she only felt an indescribable discomfort in her throat like a knife cut.

Zhang Niujiao once again glanced at the generals surrounding the collapse. He clearly felt that the vitality was leaving his body. Zhang Niujiao struggled to support his body and said sadly: "I didn't expect my body to die first. The sad wind is desolate, the clouds are turned into mist, and the heart is too empty, it is not my wish..."

Chapter 64 The Battle of Gall Pottery

Soaring the clouds into the fog, the heart is too empty...

The expression in Zhang Niujiao's eyes gradually dimmed, and his raised head hung down weakly. The leader of the Yellow Turban Army, who stirred up half of Jizhou, died in the dark military tent.

Everyone's eyes shifted from Zhang Niujiao's body to Chu Yan beside him.

Chu Yan stretched out her hand, slowly stuffed Zhang Niujiao's hand outside the quilt back into the quilt, supported Zhang Niujiao's body on the collapse, and carefully leveled the quilt covering Zhang Niujiao.

The generals in the military tent remained silent, watching Chu Yan's movements intently.

Chu Yan sighed, knelt on his knees and bowed to Zhang Niujiao, then stood up from the side of the collapse, turned around and looked around at the commander-in-chief in the military tent, and said in a deep voice, "Chu Yan is dead!"

The generals in the military tent were a little surprised. They didn't know why Chu Yan said that, and it was clearly not his Chu Yan who died.

Chu Yan took the sword with Zhang Niujiao next to the collapse, and only heard the clear sound of "Qiang", Chu Yan drew the sword and unsheathed it, and the cold light on the blade reflected in everyone's eyes.

"From now on, there will be no Chu Yan in the world, only Zhang Yan!!!"

Everyone stared blankly at Chu Yan, who was standing beside Zhang Niujiao and holding a Han sword with a determined face.

Perhaps it should be called Zhang Yan now.

They have no objection to Zhang Niujiao's decision. The meaning of the surname is not unimportant in China.

For the prosperity of the family, those aristocratic families can do everything they can. They work hard every day, get married, and continue to honor the family. They can even die willingly.

But Chu Yan changed her name to Zhang Yan.

"Meet the General!"

All the generals in the military tent bowed down and bowed in congratulations.

……

On the field outside Yingtao City, the continuous sound of horns and impassioned drums rang out from the camp of the Yellow Turbans.

The warriors of the Yellow Turban Army wrapped in yellow scarves rushed out of the simple camp. Zhang Yan rode on a white horse and led more than 700 Yellow Turban knights at the forefront of the army formation.

The army formation of the Yellow Turban Army slowly advanced amid the shouts of the generals and colonels.

Zhang He raised the spear high in his hand, and the Han army knights behind him moved at the command. Thousands of armored horses rushed out, red flags were hunting in the air, and the rumbling hooves were as loud as thunder in the nine heavens.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The drums of war in the infantry formation of the Han army sounded, Gao Lan's general flag slowly moved forward, and the Han army soldiers holding tower shields stepped forward and pressed forward, like a block of moving steel Great Wall.

Zhang Yan's flag was at the forefront of the Yellow Turban formation, and he had already handed over the command of the army to his lieutenant.

If you want to safely evacuate from Yingtao, you must first repel the thousands of Han troops outside the city, especially the thousand Han armored cavalry. You must first repel this elite Han army before the army can retreat safely, otherwise They will be bitten by this cavalry, and eventually fall under the siege and suppression of various Han troops.

The main general was newly mourned, and the morale of the Yellow Turbans was at a low time. If he wanted to repel the Han army, Zhang Yan had to personally go into battle to boost morale, so that he could win.

The two armies were getting closer and closer, and the cavalry of the Han army was divided into two groups to protect the two wings of the Han army's infantry formation, preventing the huge Yellow Turban army from outflanking the two wings.

Zhang Yan led the cavalry of the Yellow Turbans to the right of the army formation. He arranged heavy troops on the left, and on the weak right flank, he had to rely on [-] Yellow Turbans knights to block the [-] Sima of the Han army on the opposite side. A cavalry.

"Ugh——"

The horn in the army was the signal to attack. The Yellow Turbans completely abandoned the initial tentative attack, and the army rushed towards the Han army like crazy.

"kill!"

Zhang Yan raised the spear in his hand high and pointed forward to the void, and the seven hundred Yellow Turban knights roared and danced the swords in their hands, and rode away.

"kill!"

Carrying a long spear, Zhang Heto rode his horse at the forefront of the Han army's armored cavalry. The bright red shirt was blown into a ball by the wind, and the red tassels fluttered brightly like blood.

The armored cavalry of the Han army behind him, holding their spears high, instigated the reins of their horses to closely follow behind Zhang He.

The two armies are only twenty steps away! ! !

Countless hatchets and small hammers flew out from the Yellow Turban formation, and threw them at the Han army, while the Han army made a loud sound of bowstrings, and countless arrows flew.

In the two armies, people turned their backs on their horses for a while, and a large number of knights in the two armies' cavalry formations fell to the ground and were trampled into flesh by the horses behind them.

Zhang He waved his spear, and several short axes were easily shot down by him.

In a matter of seconds, the two armies faced each other, and the Han army easily pierced through the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turbans.

Most of the cavalry of the Yellow Turbans were just a group of bandits and peasants who could ride horses. They were just infantry on horseback, not real cavalry.

In terms of riding, the cavalry of the Han army is not a bit stronger than them, not to mention the advantages of armor and weapons.

Zhang He's long spear danced in the air, pointing out a lot of spear flowers, and the yellow turban knights in front of him fell from the horse like raindrops.

In the chaos of the army, Zhang He was fighting, and finally a spear blocked Zhang He's spear.

The owner of the spear was Zhang Yan, and they met on a narrow road, but Zhang Yan launched a ruthless effort. He knew that he had to block the Han army Sima in order to win.

Dozens of knights behind him rushed out without fear of death and intercepted the follow-up Han army.

Zhang He didn't panic, he saw Zhang Yan's flag, he knew that the person in front of him was the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, and he had great confidence in his martial arts.

The two pulled the reins, and between the horses galloped, the two had already fought several tricks.

Zhang He's spear skills were so high that he was later known as the Siting Pillar of Hebei, and he was also a top-ranking tiger general under Cao Cao.

The spear poked out like a poisonous snake. Zhang Yan hurriedly parried Zhang He's offensive. Within a few rounds of the fight, Zhang Yan was gradually showing signs of fatigue.

But even in the fight with Zhang Yan, Zhang He was always paying attention to the surrounding situation. He only heard a strange sound in his ear, and Zhang He knew that there was an arrow coming. between the horse's belly.

The three feathered arrows shot away from the position where Zhang He was sitting, and after another turn, Zhang He jumped back to the horse again and shot back. Zhang Yan, who followed closely behind the horse, was caught off guard. With one blow of the spear, Zhang He's spear tip was deviate by a few inches, and he escaped with his life.