The World of Yellow Sky

Lu Bu narrowed his eyes slightly, Dong Zhuo's request made him hesitate.

The generals of the Yellow Turban Army did not expect that Dong Zhuo would actually want to meet Xu An.

Lu Bu glanced at the soldiers of Dong Zhuo's army in the field. Those soldiers were wounded several times, and it was extremely difficult for them to even stand. Flowing down, there is not much threat.

Lu Bu felt serious admiration for Dong Zhuo, who was seriously injured and still calmly faced with hundreds of crossbows on his body.

People in the army admire warriors the most. Although Dong Zhuo is an enemy, he is indeed a warrior.

Having reached an agreement with Gong Du, Lu Bu said in a deep voice to Dong Zhuo who was not far from the horse.

"I will report to the great virtuous teacher for you. As for whether the great virtuous teacher will see you or not, it depends on the great virtuous teacher."

There was some commotion in the Yellow Turban Army, and the orderly galloped quickly towards the rear.

Dong Zhuo leaned on the long sword with one hand, and stood in the same place with difficulty. The wound on his leg was aggravated by the previous walking, and the severe pain tormented his nerves. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead Down.

Dong Zhuo held his head up, looking at the tallest banner not far away, he knew it was Xu An's big flag.

Time is passing by slowly, the sun is setting slowly, the darkness has begun to take over the whole world, and soon the darkness will fall, and the whole earth will fall into silence and fall into endless darkness.

Footsteps came from behind, Dong Zhuo slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Li Ru walked in the forefront, and a group of Feixiong soldiers supported each other and staggered behind Li Ru.

Everyone tacitly stopped behind Dong Zhuo at the same time.

Dong Zhuo and Li Ru looked at each other, neither of them said anything, everything was kept silent.

Dong Zhuozheng turned his head and closed his eyes, leaning on the long sword under him, waiting for the final result.

If Xu An refused his request to meet, he could accept death calmly.

Close your eyes, the scenes of your life, from childhood to adulthood, pass before Dong Zhuo's eyes like a revolving lantern.

Defeat the Xiongnu, enter the government, be named Habayashiro, and follow Zhang Huan to defeat the Qiang soldiers...

It's a pity that when he was young and frivolous, he was too arrogant, so he didn't listen to Zhang Huan's teachings to him at all.

Zhang Huan was also completely disappointed in him and turned his gift away.

"When a man lives in the world, he should contribute to the country's frontier."

Dong Zhuo's nose was slightly sour, he thought of Zhang Huan's words in the past, unknowingly he had become the terrifying appearance he is now.

The old robe Ze regarded him as a tiger and a wolf, and the eyes of his former wives and concubines also showed fear. Those friends who had been with him became more and more alienated at some point, surrounded by flatterers and flatterers.

Do not know when, everything changed.

Dong Zhuo himself has no way to figure out how all this happened, but he knows that the ambition he set when he was young was not to become himself now.

The noise coming from in front of him interrupted Dong Zhuo's thoughts, and Dong Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, looking forward.

In sight, the tall flag was getting closer and closer, and the noise was getting louder.

The formation of the Yellow Turban Army in front of me separated towards the left and right sides like a wave, and even so, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army did not see the slightest chaos, but was still orderly.

Dong Zhuo looked at those uniform soldiers, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, such an army would be difficult to defeat in an upright battle even if Huangfusong led the Sanhe Five School's Imperial Army.

It is not wronged or shameful to lose to such an opponent.

With the sound of horseshoes, Dong Zhuo saw the nine banners with the stars, the sun and the moon drawn on them, followed by a man wearing iron armor, holding a flag gun, a bow and a knife, and wearing a burqa under the banner. Teng Xiangwei.

The flag fluttered, the robes bulged, and as soon as Teng Xiangwei appeared, the originally tense atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed and became extremely solemn and solemn.

After a while, there was a commotion in the Tengxiang Guard, and then the tall flag moved forward again.

Wearing a pot-collared iron armor and a khaki battle robe, Xu An led his horse into Dong Zhuo's field of vision, and a group of generals of the Yellow Turban Army surrounded Xu An like stars holding the moon.

Xu An led the horse forward, walked all the way to the rear of the crossbowmen, and then stopped the horse.

Dong Zhuo stood on the ground, and Xu An rode on the horse and looked down at Dong Zhuo. From this distance, the two could already see each other's face.

Xu An looked at the blood-stained Dong Zhuo standing on the pool of blood, and the appearance of Dong Zhuo in his imagination also appeared in his mind.

The two images overlapped, and the Dong Zhuo in front of him was not as fat as Xu An expected, but somehow resembled Lu Bu.

Dong Zhuo was tall, a head taller than ordinary people, and looked extremely powerful. Although he was injured, he still had the power to remain calm. Surrounded by the Yellow Turbans, he was able to remain calm. This undoubtedly required great courage.

"You have something to say to me, but it doesn't matter."

Xu An looked at Dong Zhuo and said slowly.

He used to know Dong Zhuo through history books and records, but now, Dong Zhuo was standing in front of him alive.

In fact, Xu An really wanted to see Dong Zhuo, he wanted to know what kind of person that powerful official who crushed and trampled the last dignity of the Han Dynasty was like.

Dong Zhuo didn't answer Xu An's question right away, and his attention was actually not on Xu An, but on the Yellow Turbans around Xu An.

When Xu An came, Dong Zhuo discovered something.

From generals to ordinary soldiers, they looked at Xu An with respect in their eyes...

Once upon a time, the soldiers under his command looked at him with such eyes.

Dong Zhuo looked around at the scene, and finally his eyes rested on Xu An.

Dong Zhuo looked up at Xu An, raised his head and smiled.

"Although I'm unwilling, but the current result is also caused by me, and there is nothing to regret."

"Zhu Jun was defeated by your hands, and Lu Zhi was also defeated by your hands. I lost to you today, which is not considered a dishonor of reputation."

After Dong Zhuo laughed out loud, he slowly restrained his smile.

He stood up straight with all his strength, and raised the long sword that was originally used as a support under his body.

"Unfortunately……"

Dong Zhuo held the sword in both hands, the horizontal sword was on the neck, and remorse appeared in his eyes.

Dong Zhuo didn't finish his next words, he showed determination and pulled his long sword sharply.

Blood gushed out, and Dong Zhuo's burly body crashed to the ground.

"Ming Gong wait a moment, I will accompany you."

Li Ru knelt down on the ground, bowed his head to Dong Zhuo's fallen body, and saluted with great grief.

The sound of sharp knives piercing flesh sounded one after another, and the thirteen Feixiong soldiers and Li Ru all drew their knives.

A wolf howl suddenly sounded from a distance, and at this moment, the setting sun finally lost all its light.

The dark curtain slowly fell from the sky to the world.

Chapter 632 Qiang pipes the frost all over the ground

The river is surging and the sound of water is loud.

Fan Chou's heart also drifted away with the current of the river.

In Guanzhong in May, the weather has started to warm up gradually, but even in the big tent, Fan Chou's body is still icy cold, and the icy cold penetrates all the way to the bone marrow.

Huayin's defeat, the Yellow Turban Army's offensive like a storm, was deeply engraved in his mind, and it was hard to forget.

The road ahead is confused, with ambushes on all sides, and the way of life has been cut off.

The khaki banners of the Yellow Turban Army fluttered on the walls of Linjin City, and Chang'an City could not return, and the way back was cut off.

When Huayin was defeated, Dong Zhuo and Li Ru died. Only he and Xu Rong escaped with thousands of defeated soldiers.

And now the pursuers of the Yellow Turban Army have also caught up, encircling Rui [ruì] Township on all sides.

There was a faint wailing sound coming from outside the tent, it was the wailing of wounded soldiers, the pain tormented their bodies and their nerves, making him in unbearable pain.

Fan Chou looked sad, holding a wine glass, pouring wine down his throat glass by glass.

Xu Rong's face was gloomy, and he sat cross-legged on the desk, with his hands on the desk, and bowed his head in silence.

"Decades of ups and downs, like a dream, hahahahaha..."

Fan Chou stood up unsteadily, and laughed maniacally.

The Yellow Turban Army surrounded but did not attack, they were trapped to death in Rui Township, food and grass were cut off, only two days of rations were left, even if the Yellow Turban Army did not attack, they would soon collapse.

"Taipingdao? Taipingdao? Taipingdao! Unexpectedly, we ended up losing here, at the hands of Taipingdao, hehehe..."

Fan Chou kicked over the wine jar on the desk, and the alcohol took effect, making it difficult for Fan Chou to stand still, and his thoughts began to become confused.

Fan Chou didn't think that Xu An would forgive them and accept them as defeated soldiers. He clearly remembered the crimes they committed.

The Qiuxu in Luoyang and the Chidi in Baili are the masterpieces of their Xiliang army.

It is not a secret what the fate of those powerful families will be like. The most serious punishment prescribed by the Taiping Dao for those powerful families is family punishment!

Those who committed minor crimes would inevitably be punished by exile, reform through labor, and confiscation of property.

Xu Rong raised his head and let out a long sigh, and remained silent. Even though he had countless strategies in his chest, how could he turn the sky against the overwhelming force?

Fan Chou pushed aside the curtain of the big tent and staggered out of the big tent. Wherever he came into view, there were all soldiers with sad faces.

At this moment, a faint singing voice suddenly floated in the dark night sky. Although the singing voice was weak, it was clearly transmitted to Fan Chou's ears.

Fan Chou's expression moved slightly, and memories appeared in his eyes.

Still sitting in the big tent, Xu Rong suddenly felt a little strange when he heard the singing, it seemed to be a folk song.

Floating into the camp along with the ballad, there is also a bleak and ethereal musical instrument.

In the darkness, the singing in Fan Chou's ears gradually became louder. The previous singing was coming from the outside of the camp, but now the singing was coming from inside the camp.

Xu Rong stood up and looked outside the tent.

He understood why the song felt so familiar to him, and he remembered where it came from.

This song is a folk song of Liangzhou, and many people in the Liangzhou army can sing this song.

Xu Rong is from Xuantu County, Youzhou. Although he is not from Liangzhou, he has been in the Liangzhou army for a long time, so he has some impressions of this song.

And that weird musical sound is exactly the sound of Qiang Guan.

In the camp, I don't know who sang along first, and soon the singing became louder and louder, and more soldiers from Liangzhou also joined in the singing.

In the Ruixiang camp, countless Liangzhou soldiers stood up slowly. They faced the direction of the camp wall and sang the familiar song.

After a while, the entire Ruixiang camp was completely filled with the sound of sad and mournful songs.

Thinking that they might not be able to return to their hometown alive in this life after going to war, all the soldiers of the Liangzhou Army couldn't help crying.

"Have all Liangzhou soldiers surrendered to the Yellow Turban Army?"

Fan Chou staggered forward, and the singing outside his camp became louder and louder. Doesn't this just prove that a large number of Liangzhou soldiers surrendered to Taipingdao?

The singing in the camp became louder and louder, and slowly turned into whimpering and crying.

Xu Rong lifted the curtain, and Fan Chou was already in tears.

Xu Rong looked around and found that all the soldiers from Liangzhou were weeping and deeply grieved.

The morale of the army has been lost, and there is no more will to fight.

But the depression in Xu Rong's heart was swept away at this time, he knew that they could survive.

In the past, Xiang Yu was trapped in Gaixia to fight trapped beasts, and the songs of embarrassment rang out from all directions. The army had no fighting spirit, and the generals had no fighting spirit.

The situation now is much the same as it was then.

At that time, Xiang Yu still had a lot of troops in Gaixia, and Xiang Yu once had battles in which the weak defeated the strong and the few defeated the many.

In the Julu battle, Xiang Yu broke the boat and defeated 40 Qin army with [-] Chu soldiers.

After nine consecutive battles, Zhang Han led his troops back, and Qin General Su Jiao was beheaded by the formation.

The strategy of being besieged on all sides is precisely a strategy to completely disintegrate Xiang Yu's trilogy.

But now, the Yellow Turban Army has an absolute advantage. Dong Zhuo was killed and surrounded on all sides. There is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. It only takes one charge to kill all the [-] Liangzhou soldiers in Ruixiang, and hang their heads on the banner.

But Xu An didn't. Instead, he let the Liangzhou soldiers who surrendered first sing Liangzhou folk songs, so as to disintegrate the will of Liangzhou soldiers to resist in the end.

The melodious and sad singing was faintly mixed with the sound of noise, Xu Rong followed the prestige, and saw a group of soldiers walking slowly in their direction.

The flames flickered, and the north wind was getting stronger.

Under the firelight, a khaki scarf first caught Xu Rong's eyes.

Xu Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, stood where he was, and looked directly at the person coming.