The World of Yellow Sky

"Wan Sheng!!!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The pressure on the defenders in Jinyang City suddenly increased, and more and more Yellow Turban soldiers began to rush up the city wall.

On the city tower, Wang Chen kicked over the wooden box by his feet, and the five baht coins in the box immediately fell to the ground. He drew out the sword at his waist, looked down at the soldiers on the city wall, and shouted loudly.

"I am Army Sima Wang Chen, a member of the Wang clan in Taiyuan. The one who takes the head of the 'Moth Thief' today will be rewarded with one hundred coins for killing one person, three hundred for the chief, one thousand for the team leader, five thousand for the army, and ten thousand for the army Sima!"

Looking at the five baht coins scattered on the ground, the Han army at the top of the city couldn't help commotion. The Wang Chen who spoke on the tower was the son of the largest family in Jinyang City, the Wang family.

Surrounding Wang Chen were not only hundreds of Han army soldiers in full armor, but also dozens of doormen in robes. These doormen each held weapons and guarded Wang Chen's sides. Their sharp eyes scanned the whole area under the tower. All the Han troops.

Wang Chen raised the sword in his hand high and swung it downward.

"kill!"

The warriors of the Han army beat the war drum again, and the thick drum sound spread throughout every city wall, and the military orders were passed down level by level.

"mighty!!!"

"mighty!!!"

"mighty!!!"

Countless soldiers of the Han army scrambled forward, and the Yellow Turban army who had climbed to the top of the city was killed and retreated steadily, and was driven off the city wall.

Chapter 112 The Battle of Jinyang ([-])

"Ugh——"

The desolate trumpet sounded from the tower of Jinyang City.

The warriors of the Han army on the tower were all gnashing their teeth and pushing the winch on the tower with all their strength. With the rotation of the winch, the tall Jinyang city gate was opening to both sides little by little.

The sound of horseshoes under the city was like thunder, as loud as the surging tide. A bright red military flag jumped out of the city gate first, with a large "Zhang" embroidered in black letters on a red background.

Zhang Yi, the governor of Bingzhou, had a golden helmet on his head, a horse in his hand and a leaping horse in front of him. His crimson battle robe was blown up by the strong wind, revealing the two pieces of armor under his battle robe.

The dazzling sunlight shone brightly on Zhang Yi's armor, adding a bit of power.

Hundreds of armored cavalry from the Han army came out closely behind Zhang Yi, also leaping on their saddles, galloping out with guns and halberds in hand.

Suddenly, countless banners flew out of the city gate, and the horses turned their hooves, making a muffled sound like thunder, and rushed out of the majestic Jinyang City with overwhelming force.

Zhang Yi raised the horse with one hand, and shouted loudly with all his strength: "Han Army!!!"

Countless Han soldiers behind them raised their weapons high and shouted in unison.

"mighty!!!"

"mighty!!!"

"mighty!!!"

Zhang Yi jumped in front of the horse, looked up to the sky and roared, and raised his horse horizontally. The five hundred armored riders behind him suddenly turned, changing from a column to a horizontal line.

While the horseshoes were moving, the banners and flags were like a forest, and the spears and halberds were like hemp, five hundred Han cavalry had jumped out of the city gate.

At this time, most of the Yellow Turban Army's attention was on the city. When the armored cavalry of the Han Army jumped out of Jinyang City, they were trying to climb up the ladder against the arrows on the city.

The galloping armored cavalry of the Han army, like a sharp blade, plunged obliquely into the Yellow Turban army attacking Jinyang City.

"kill!"

Zhang Yi raised the horse lance high, then dropped it suddenly.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Behind them, the armored cavalry of the Han army drew their bows and released their arrows, and countless short soldiers flew out of the cavalry formation, flying towards the heads of the yellow scarf soldiers who were fighting desperately.

One after another, the yellow turban army sergeants fell down one after another under the city. Before a yellow turban army leader who was directing the sergeant forward could react, a feathered arrow fell from the sky. It was injected into the back of the neck and pierced out from the throat.

The leader of the Yellow Turban Army staggered for a moment, raised his head and looked in the direction where the armored cavalry of the Han Army were coming, his body shook a few times, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

The short soldiers spun and flew into the dense crowd, and there was a rain of blood and wailing in the Yellow Turban army lacking in armor. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army fell down like cutting wheat.

"Stabilize the army!"

Sima Wangren, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, rode his horse and swung his whip, galloping through the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, shouting loudly, trying to calm down the panicked soldiers.

"Raise the gun! Set up the gun array!!!"

After a moment of panic, many towering long spears were put down by the sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army, forming dense snatching nets in front of the formation, and officers at all levels shouted loudly to the sergeants around them.

Standing in the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, Chen Wu couldn't stop his fear. He had long seen what happened to Pao Ze in the front line. Those armored cavalry of the Han Army galloping out of Jinyang City were wantonly harvesting what was happening under the city. The lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers who attacked the city.

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

The battle drums on the city were also beaten violently by the warriors of the Han army, and the rapid drum beats heavily on the chest of every Han army.

A colonel of the Han army on the city wall beheaded a yellow scarf sergeant in front of him with a sword, and stepped up the ladder in front of him with one step.

"kill!"

The head of the Han army roared, and holding the Han sword, he rushed down the ladder and met the Yellow Turban army who was on the ladder and wanted to kill them on the city.

Zhang Yi charged forward with a lance, and although he was nearly fifty years old, he did not look old at this time. A lance was in his hands, and he surrounded him to resist the charge of the Han army's armored cavalry. All the Yellow Turban soldiers fell under his spear without exception.

A large amount of blood sprayed out from the body of the Yellow Turban Army sergeant, almost staining Zhang Yi and his horse with blood.

The cavalry formation of the Han army broke through one after another of the yellow scarves. For a moment, Zhang Yi only felt a sudden enlightenment in front of him, but it turned out that the formation of the Yellow Turban army had been completely killed.

Looking back leisurely, Zhang Yi saw that Jinyang city was already a hell on earth, with broken limbs and broken arms scattered all over the ground, military flags everywhere, dark red pools of blood formed one after another on the ground, and the disgusting smell of blood filled the air. .

"mighty!!!"

"mighty!!!"

"mighty!!!"

The infantry of the Han army has also poured out of Jinyang City, and more than a thousand well-trained Han troops are slowly oppressing the Yellow Turban army outside the city.

Wang Ren tried his best to maintain a fairly stable army formation in the rear, but countless feather arrows flew out of the infantry formation of the Han army.

The Yellow Turban Army who lacked shields fell down in an instant. Chen Wu stood in the back row, holding the long spear tightly in his hands, silently reciting the scriptures taught to him by the Yellow Turban Army alchemists in the army, and praying to Huang Tian Safety.

"Quick shot!!!"

The military officer of the Han army rode on the horse and waved the flag in his hand vigorously. At this time, he forgot all the shooting and rest.

Four hundred Han army crossbowmen unleashed their strings again, and shot forward frantically from the gaps in the shield soldiers in front.

"Hold on! Reinforcements will arrive soon!"

More and more soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army fell to the ground in front of them, and there were wailing sounds one after another in the formation. Some timid soldiers even dropped their spears and ran back.

Wang Ren's eyes were about to burst, he beheaded several deserters, and then shouted sharply: "The reinforcements are here in no time, running away on the ground is tantamount to seeking death! Hold on to me!!"

"Reinforcements will be here soon!"

"Reinforcements will be here soon!"

"Reinforcements will be here soon!"

The guards behind Wang Ren also shouted in unison, Wang Ren galloped in the formation, the khaki Sima flag waving back and forth, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in the formation saw that their chief general had not left, and the fear in their hearts was slightly reduced scored a few points.

Under the shouts of generals and schools at all levels, although the formation of the Yellow Turban Army was crumbling, it still did not collapse.

"咴——"

The steed neighed, Zhang Yi waved the horse's spear and shouted loudly.

"I'm a big man!!!"

It's hard to imagine that an old man who is nearly fifty years old has such power.

Behind him, five hundred armored cavalry of the Han army immediately responded like a tsunami: "Mighty!!!"

Zhang Yi kicked the horse's belly, rode the horse and raised the whip to move forward slowly. When the strong wind blew, he brought up the bright red battle flag embroidered with the word "Zhang" and made a hunting sound.

The five hundred armored cavalry behind them also urged the horses under their seats one after another, followed Zhang Yi slowly forward, and the banners all over the cavalry array were also hunting in the strong wind.

Although there were only five hundred Han cavalry, they charged like a thousand horses. Under the leadership of Zhang Yi, the five hundred Han cavalry rolled towards the simple formation of the Yellow Turban Army in front of them with overwhelming force.

Chapter 113 The Battle of Jinyang ([-])

"kill!!!"

The infantry of the Han army out of the city had already reached the distance of ten steps. The last wave of arrows shot out from the army formation, and more yellow scarf soldiers fell under the feathered arrows. middle.

Those Han soldiers in heavy armor and holding tower shields in the front row let out low roars, and rushed into the formation of the Yellow Turban Army like beasts out of the slaughterhouse.

The crossbowmen of the Han army who retreated also drew their sharp blades from their waists, and followed the heavily armored soldiers in front.

"call out----"

The sharp wooden whistle sounded from the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, and Wang Ren blew the wooden whistle hanging around his neck with all his strength.

The strange sound of the wooden whistle spread throughout the entire battlefield in just an instant. The sound of the wooden whistle seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made the panic-stricken Yellow Turban soldiers feel at ease.

"call out----"

"call out----"

"call out----"

More whistles intertwined.

"Tiger!"

Countless Yellow Turban soldiers shouted in unison, puffed up their thin chests, and vigorously raised the spears in their hands.

The charging Han army also shouted loudly. The shield soldiers in the front raised their tower shields and slammed into the Yellow Turban army. The Yellow Turban Army formation in front rushed straight away.

Two torrents came head-on, the yellow tide and the red tide collided violently, causing countless waves in an instant, and the shield soldiers of the Han army violently crashed into the gun forest of the Yellow Turban army, setting off a rain of blood.

Holding a curved edge shield in one hand and a ring-headed knife in the other, a Han army chief cut off two long spears in a row, trying to break into the formation, and this happened to be where Chen Wu was.

Chen Wu let out a low cry, and stabbed out the long spear in his hand. The long spear protruded out like a poisonous snake, and stabbed straight at the chest of the Han army's long iron armor. He shot a few sparks, but failed to pierce the long iron armor of the Han army, and the spear slid aside.

Chen Wu staggered due to the effect of inertia, and rushed forward. The chief of the Han army grinned and stepped forward, the ring-sword in his hand slashed straight at Chen Wu's head wrapped in a yellow scarf.

Chen Wu only felt that the cold feeling invaded his whole body instantly, and an indescribable fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and the huge sense of fear made him close his eyes involuntarily.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

The sound of weapons piercing flesh rang in his ears, a cold feeling appeared on Chen Wu's neck, and the stench of blood immediately filled his mouth and nose.

"Chen Wu!"

A loud shout sounded suddenly, Chen Wu felt an arm pull him back from the endless abyss to the present world, the bloody smell in his mouth and nose slowly dissipated, he shook his head, barely stabilized his figure, opened his eyes , to see the surrounding situation clearly.

The head of the Han army who was rushing straight had already had two long spears embedded in his body. He dropped the weapon in his hand and grasped the two gun barrels with both hands weakly, spitting out big mouthfuls of blood. His face was distorted due to the pain. Unrecognizable.

Chen Wu was still in shock, turned his head to look, it was his Shi Chang Wang Qi who pulled him back from the gate of hell.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Shocking shouts suddenly erupted in the Yellow Turban army formation, and the piercing whistle sounded again.

"call out----"

Chen Wu didn't have time to thank his leader, another scream came from his right side, it was one of their spearmen who was stabbed in the abdomen by a Han halberd soldier in front, and fell to the ground, The bluish-white things in it spilled all over the floor.

The Han army halberd soldier had turned his long halberd at this time and stabbed at Chen Wu again. Chen Wu gritted his teeth and took a step forward. soldier's throat.

The eyes of the halberd soldiers of the Han army showed an unbelievable look. The halberd in his hand fell to the ground feebly, and the look in his eyes was rapidly dissipating.

Just when Chen Wu was about to take back his long spear, two Han army sword-shieldmen holding sword shields rolled out from behind the fallen Han army halberd. In the gap, he bowed his body and rushed forward.

Seeing the critical situation, Wang Qiyuan on the side opened his eyes, let out a low growl like a beast from his throat, thrust out his spear with all his strength, and used the tip of the spear to hold a rolling Han saber and shield hand.

The curved edge shield in the hand of the Han saber shield was tilted by the force from Wang Qi's spear, and couldn't stop it, so he turned around and fell to the ground.

Before he could get up, a long spear from the side had already stabbed towards him. The point of the spear almost pierced his unprotected neck. When the point of the spear was pulled out, he struggled silently on the ground, clutching his neck.

However, the sword and shield hand of another Han army was not blocked by the spear. He bowed his body, and with a ferocious face, he used the side edge of the curved edge shield with his left hand to prop up the two spears that were stabbing at him. Push into the dead corner of the gun array.

The surviving Han army swordsman Dunhu yelled and strode towards Chen Wu. Chen Wu's heart beat wildly, his mind went blank, and he just stabbed out the long spear in his hand forcefully.