The World of Yellow Sky

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Blood dripped in front of Xu An's eyes along the brim of the helmet with the yellow scarf tied on.

Looking around, one after another soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were covered in blood were sitting paralyzed around.

Their eyes all lost their spirit and light...

No matter how difficult it is, no matter how desperate they are, their eyes are shining with light and their desire for life.

But now, everyone's eyes have lost that light.

Xu An knew exactly when the light in their eyes disappeared. That night, the entire city of Guangzong was covered with hemp.

The great and virtuous teacher who led them forward has been crushed by the disease.

Zhang Jiao saved countless lives and healed the wounded throughout his life, but when he was seriously ill, he couldn't save himself.

The sky is dead, and Huang Tian should stand, but it's just a joke.

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"I can't wait to find a way out."

"It is said that God's grace is mighty, but we kneel down and beg for our lives, but there is no way to survive, why!"

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"Rescue the great virtuous teacher!"

Facing the rain of arrows like a swarm of locusts, countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army followed Xu An forward.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The rain of arrows from the Han army continued wave after wave, and the Yellow Turban Army fell one after another on the way to charge, but no one stopped, and no one retreated.

"He Yi, the commander of the Taiping Daoqu in Yingchuan, came to ask your Excellency your martial arts."

Facing Sun Jian, He Yi did not hesitate. When everyone was hesitating, he stood up and stood up to die.

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"Both the inside and the outside, the eight states concurrently, as real as the illusion, confusing and confusing, bustling, but a dream of Huaxu..."

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Jia Xu, who was sitting by the side, was slightly shocked, and he was sitting less than three steps away from Xu An.

He was very close to Xu An, so close that he could clearly feel the changes in Xu An.

Xu An slowly opened his eyes, his tone was beyond doubt.

"Order the whole army, and the soldiers will enter Shenyuan."

Chapter 653 The Lord Can't Be Angry

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

Outside the 轘 [huàn] Yuanguan, the khaki-colored banners gathered together, like the tide of the sea.

The thick sound of war drums slowly sounded from it, rolling towards the four directions.

The war horse neighed, and the drums and trumpets sounded.

The camp of the Yellow Turban Army stretched for more than ten miles, and high walls had been built around it, and horses were erected.

Groups of yellow scarf crossbowmen wearing leather armor and bows stood on the high wall vigilantly observing the distance, ready to fight.

On the field outside Shenyuan Pass, countless cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army galloped on it with yellow flags in their hands, shouting loudly.

Although the wall of Shenyuan Pass has been repaired, it still looks quite dilapidated.

On the wall, the soldiers of the Han army did not stop. They carried sandbags and weapons.

The warriors of the Han army were adjusting the bed crossbows on the wall, and a large number of Han troops were busy beside the catapults fixed on the city wall, transporting stone bullets and other necessary materials.

Team after team of Han soldiers, under the leadership of their officers, walked quickly along the horse path of the city wall.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Just as they climbed onto the city wall, a large number of wounded soldiers were supported and lifted off the wall on the horse path on the other side.

Once again they repelled the attack of the Yellow Turbans, but this time their casualties were more severe than the previous wave.

The offensive of the Yellow Turban Army became more rapid and fiercer each time.

All the Han soldiers on the wall had solemn faces and worried Zhong Zhong.

They have no confidence, they have already lost the confidence they should have, even though their current leader is Huangfusong who broke through millions of yellow scarves in a few months, is easy to break through, and destroys the enemy more than Tang Xue, but all of this There is no way to get their confidence back.

Today's Yellow Turban Army is no longer the Yellow Turban Army of Guanghe Seven Years.

It is now the third year of Chuping, and eight full years have passed.

Inside Shenyuan Pass, a banner of the Han army was erected high in a fortress, and a large number of warriors wearing military uniforms and armed with knives and guns stood around.

This is where the Han army's middle army is located.

The sound of Huang Tian's war drums is incomparably thick, and the materials used for the war drums are all first-class materials.

The war drum is huge, and every time the drumsticks are struck, it will make a thick and powerful sound, hitting people's chest directly, making people's blood boil and impassioned.

The sound of Huang Tian's battle drums outside the Shuyuan Pass can still be heard even inside the Shuyuan Pass.

In the room, Huangfusong sat alone on the soft couch.

The dull sound of war drums outside the Yuan Pass was like a heavy hammer, beating hard on his chest again and again.

A deep horn sounded, and Huangfusong knew that it was the horn of the Yellow Turban Army's attack.

"call out------"

It was another high-pitched, penetrating whistle.

Immediately afterwards, shouts of killing like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted from outside the Yuanguan Pass.

All kinds of sounds penetrated into Huangfusong's ears and into his mind one after another, making it impossible for his altar to be clear.

Staring at the geomancy map on the desk, Huangfusong was slightly absent-minded.

Eight years ago, he led the Imperial Army of Sanhe Five Schools to the city of Guangzong, and besieged the Yellow Turban Army with tens of thousands of troops in Guangzong.

The battle-axes are conferred in the early spring, and the merits are received in the late winter. The soldiers move like gods, and they don't plan. In the ten-month period, the magic soldiers sweep with electricity, and it is easy to break the fortifications, destroying the enemy more than Tang Xue.

Seven prefectures swept across, slaughtered 36 places, the teacher of the barbarian yellow scarf, eliminated evil and harm, or closed the house and carved stones, and went south to repay virtue, powerfully shocked the dynasty, and traveled overseas.

He was appointed as the general of the left chariot, led the herdsmen of Jizhou, worshiped as Marquis of Huaili, and ate the tax of Huaili and Meiyang counties, with a total of [-] households in the city.

It is obvious that the millions of yellow scarves have been destroyed, the evil spirits in the country have been cleared, and the evil spirits have been expelled.

But in just eight years, the huge country has become riddled with holes.

Year after year, month after month, I always hear news of rebellion and Koubian, from black hair to gray temples.

He quelled one barbarian after another for the big man, and one rebellion after another for the big man, but the country is still in turmoil and the country is still weak.

The turmoil shows no sign of subsiding, on the contrary, it has intensified.

Dong Zhuo steals the country, and the heroes divide the regime...

The flames of war burned all over the land of China.

Wang Feiwang, Hou Feihou, rode thousands of horses on Beimang.

There is a Han in the west and a Han in the east. It will be easy for the deer to walk into Chang'an.

Trichosanthes, He Qingqing.Divination for ten days, no birth...

Nursery rhymes, piles of old events emerged in Huangfusong's mind.

The birds are exhausted, the good bows are hidden, the cunning rabbits die, and the lackeys cook.

he is so tired...

His eyes are no longer bright, his back is no longer straight, and his body is no longer strong.

he is old...

He is no longer the high-spirited military marquis at Yanmen Pass, who was blushing and arguing with other generals in order to fight for a vanguard position.

He is old, the old one can't gallop on the horse, the old one can't kill the enemy again on the battlefield.

A series of worries weighed heavily on Huangfusong's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

Taihang Mountain, Xu An.

No one thought that an unknown pawn who escaped from Xiaquyang would stir up such a big storm and disturb the peace of the world.

Yan Zhong's words in the tent in the past echoed in Huangfusong's ears again.

Huangfusong really regretted it in his heart.

He regretted not killing Yan Zhong. When Yan Zhong persuaded him to advance, he was indeed shaken...

He didn't tell anyone what Yan Zhong had said to him.

He asked Yan Zhong to pursue him, but he gave Yan Zhong a chance, and he also gave the unknown soldier Xu An who escaped from Xia Quyang a chance.

He extinguished the fire in Bazhou, but he didn't notice that a spark fell into the Taihang Mountains, and fell into the Taihang Mountains full of dry firewood.

The dragon dives into the abyss, and it can no longer be stopped.

A raging fire has been ignited in the northern border, and the fire is difficult to extinguish, and it cannot be ignored.

The fire in the north was heading towards the south, towards them, sweeping towards them with endless anger.

Now that the two capitals have fallen, the lords have divided their regimes, and the princes have different minds, which is in line with the widely circulated prophecy [chèn].

The sky and the earth are turning upside down, and the fire is about to die; the building is about to collapse, and it is difficult to support a tree.

Huangfusong closed his eyes and leaned on the soft couch behind him.

So many things have happened in the past eight years, too many changes have taken place.

The world has changed beyond recognition.

When the angel from Chen Du sent an edict ordering him and Gai Xun to go north to assist the two passes, Huang Fusong also learned the general situation.

In fact, Sun Jian was already trapped in Dongjun, surrounded by three sides, the situation was precarious, and if there was a slight mistake, it would be lost.

I don't know how long it took for the thunderous battle drums outside the Yuan Pass to stop, and the deafening shouts of killing also slowly dissipated.

Huangfusong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with exhaustion.

He is no longer young, his body is tormented by illness, and it is difficult for him to persevere all the way.

Outside the house, there was a sound of footsteps, and soon the sound of knocking on the door appeared in Huangfusong's ears.

"Come in."

Huangfusong moved his body upwards and made a sound.

The wooden door opened with a sound, and Chang Shi Liangyan, dressed in dust and dust, walked into the house.

"The moth thief has retreated?"

"Temporary retreat."

Liang Yan's face was a little dignified.

"The reinforced city wall still can't stop the 'Thunderbolt Chariot' of the Moth Thief Army. I'm afraid we still need to find another way."

"The city wall must be strengthened, otherwise the moth thief can always rely on the thunderbolt car, without fear of any barriers, and then control the initiative..."

Liang Yan didn't continue talking, he noticed Huangfusong's listless expression.

"General..."

Huangfusong has been ill for a while, and the old injuries are also showing up at this juncture. Huangfusong, who is tortured every day and night, cannot sleep peacefully.

"No problem."

Huangfusong stopped Liang Yan from continuing to ask, and asked his own question.

"Is Xu An here?"

"coming."

Huangfusong's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he had expected it, he was still slightly shocked when he heard Liang Yan's affirmative answer.