The World of Yellow Sky

"The World of Yellow Sky" Author: Luo Xiaoming

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

"Misery, corruption, bullying!"

"I waited for the small people to experience hardships, the officials were corrupt, and bullied me wantonly, I was just a merchant, a soldier, a farmer, a soldier, a family without a cone, and I was not known by the emperor of the big man, and to the emperor of the big man, I'm just an ant! "

"The officers and soldiers call me a moth thief!!!"

"There is a severe drought in the world, no crops are harvested, and taxes are heavy, just because the eunuchs, rich and powerful are arrogant, extravagant, lustful, and addicted to pleasure!"

"Our family has no place to stand on, and we are unarmed, but there are many people. Now we are wrapped up in yellow scarves and gathered together. We are determined to revolutionize the world. The power of the Han Dynasty is exhausted, and we will replace it!"

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

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Volume One Dream Huaxu

Chapter 1

At the end of August in the seventh year of Guanghe (184), the Yellow Turbans were victorious, and the Han army was forced to withdraw, but there was no joy in the faces of the Yellow Turbans in Guangzong City.On the contrary, the atmosphere became heavier, because Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong who had been leading them all along, had been sick for many days.

Xu An was lying in the tent, and he, who had seen the Three Kingdoms, knew that after Zhang Jiao died of illness, the Han general Huangfusong assembled his army to besiege Guangzong again, winning seven battles in a row, and then attacked Guangzong at night, beheading the hero general Zhang Liang, More than [-] Yellow Turban soldiers were captured and killed, and more than [-] died in the river.

Closing his eyes, the time seemed to go back to a few months ago. On his way back to school by train, he passed a long tunnel in the middle. The darkness lasted for a long time, until a flame engulfed Xu An's body.

When he regained consciousness again, he was already in the wounded barracks of the Yellow Turban Army. He was taken care of by the alchemists and Fu Zhu who had their heads wrapped in yellow turbans, as well as General Tiangong's talisman and wound medicine.

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

Amidst the shouts that shook the sky, Xu An gradually realized his situation. He had left the world he was familiar with. He traveled through thousands of years and came to the chaotic world that had been strife for a hundred years at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The fate of the Yellow Turban Army seems to be doomed. Xu An has also thought about being a deserter, but now the world is in severe drought, the people have no crops, and there is chaos everywhere. He is an ordinary liberal arts college student, and he has never had the experience of living in the wild. , Leaving the team rashly is courting death, but it is safer to stay in the Yellow Turban Army.

For more than a month, the Han army and the Yellow Turban Army fought dozens of battles. As a member of the Yellow Turban Army, Xu An was naturally pushed onto the battlefield.

On the battlefield, either you will die or I will die. In the repeated fierce battles, he has already become a qualified yellow scarf soldier, and the long spear in his hand has accepted the souls of several Han soldiers.

Xu An followed the Yellow Turbans to fight in many places, and the sights he saw on the road were all starved and dead, and corpses everywhere.

He saw the Yellow Turbans, known as thieves and bandits, distribute the food in their hands to the refugees around them, and bring the refugees to beg for work. The reason why these refugees became refugees was because the officials of the Han took all the food they had left. empty.

Xu An felt as if he had cleared away a layer of fog in front of him. He began to re-examine this history. The Yellow Turbans, who were once called moth thieves in the book, were actually just a group of ordinary people who wanted to survive.

Maybe not all the Yellow Turban Army behaved like this, but the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Jiao has always been the Yellow Turban Army who is full of hope and wants to build a world of Yellow Heaven that can live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about food and clothing.

The Yellow Turban military system is similar to that of the Han Army. There is a five-person army with a team leader, a ten-person team with a team leader, a team with 50 people, and a team leader. A village with a hundred people has a village leader. , 500 people set up a military marquis, five sets of front, back, left, and right sides, one set of Sima, one set of 500 people set up a party, and the main general is called Qu Shuai.

However, dozens of yellow turban warlocks were added to each part, who preached before the war, boosted morale, and taught the soldiers the classics of Taiping Dao in peacetime.

Perhaps it was these Yellow Turban Warlocks that made the Yellow Turban Army so united.

Under the leadership of Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turban Army has won successive battles and rapidly expanded its troops. After going through the most difficult adaptation period, compared to ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers, after all, compared to a group of illiterate, almost never For farmers who have traveled far, Xu An has more knowledge.

The scale of the Yellow Turban Army has grown like a snowball, and Xu An has become the leader of the first team, but even if he becomes the leader of the team, it is only a drop in the ocean. Under the fierce offensive of the famous general, he began to retreat and went into decline.

Xu An looked at the tall building in the center of the city with countless yellow flags flying, and fell into silence.

……

Above the high-rise buildings in Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao was lying on a grass couch. He knew very well that he was about to reach the end of his life, and that the disease had tormented him for too long.

He saved countless lives and wounds in his life, but when he was afflicted with illness, he couldn't save himself.

Zhang Liang knelt beside the grass couch and held Zhang Jiao's left hand tightly. Seeing Zhang Jiao looking at him, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but tears flowed down instantly.

While groggy, Zhang Jiao heard the roar of the wind howling outside, and the howling wind brought Zhang Jiao's thoughts back to the nameless settlement.

In the seven years of Guanghe, there was a severe drought in the world, and no grains were harvested. The government did not reduce taxes at all. In a short time, countless poor people were displaced, corpses spread everywhere, and plagues spread everywhere.

But all this still cannot stop the officials who collect taxes.

In that nameless settlement, Zhang Jiao led his disciples into a house, the courtyard was full of corpses, and there was a slight stench in the air.

A thin woman was leaning against the wooden wall, her eyes wide open as she looked at Zhang Jiao and the others who had pushed in the door. She raised her left hand hard, her shriveled mouth moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but Can't speak anymore.

Before Zhang Jiao could get close, the woman's left hand had already fallen down, and her head was hanging to the side. She was covered in mud, only the swaddling clothes in her arms were slightly clean.Zhang Jiao stretched out his hands to pick up the baby in her arms, and the baby in the baby's eyes were tightly closed, as if in a deep sleep.

The light from the sun hanging high in the sky made Zhang Jiao almost unable to open his eyes.

The strong wind whistled again, and it also swept back Zhang Jiao's thoughts.

The light of the sun outside the window shone into the grass in the house and sprinkled on Zhang Jiao's body. Zhang Jiao raised his hand to block the dazzling light, but the sunlight still fell into Zhang Jiao's eyes through the gap between his palms.

The sudden sunlight seemed to make Zhang Jiao regain some strength. Zhang Jiao straightened up, leaned halfway against the wall, looked at the junction of sunlight and shadow in front of him, his eyes were slightly lost, and he slowly said:

"I really want to see with my own eyes what the world of Huang Tian is like."

Brothers are connected, Zhang Liang knows that Zhang Jiao is in a state of return to light at this time.

Zhang Jiao was silent for a while, and then heaved a long sigh.

"I'm really not reconciled."

Zhang Jiao pulled Zhang Liang closer, and solemnly handed the "Taiping Jing" in his arms to Zhang Liang, "If there comes a day, you must remember to tell me what kind of scene the world illuminated by Huang Tian is like." .”

Zhang Jiao slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the wooden wall as if asleep.

Zhang Liang was already in tears.

The crying intensified, and on this day, the city of Guangzong was covered with hemp.

In the Yellow Turban camps inside and outside Guangzong City, there was a continuous stream of mournful cries.

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

Some people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, some people lay on the ground as if they had lost their souls, and many people even committed suicide in the military tent and followed Zhang Jiao to leave this despairing world.

Xu An was lying in the military tent, looking at his colleague who was almost collapsed, and only felt powerless for a while.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Now that the big battle was imminent, Xu An knew that Huangfusong would lead the Han army to besiege Guangzong soon, and after two months, the city would be destroyed. 3 people were captured and killed, and more than [-] people went to the river to die. He, Xu An, was about to become one of these people, but he didn't know whether he died in the fighting in Guangzong City, or was besieged by the Han army, forcing him to Jump into the freezing cold water.

Historical records only record that Guangzong was unable to attack the Han army for a long time, Zhang Liang was slack, and Huangfu Song took the opportunity to strangle his troops at night, and Ji Ming sent troops to raid the Yellow Turbans' positions.

The Yellow Turban Army rushed to the battle, fought until noon, and was defeated, but did not say the exact time, and even if it was recorded, how could Xu An record these dates that did not require exams.

Even if they wanted to warn in advance, the Yellow Turbans were not allowed to leave the barracks without permission. I was afraid that Xu An would not even be able to see Zhang Liang's face, and Xu An felt a sense of powerlessness again. Come to this nightmarish world.

Time passed little by little, the dazzling Golden Crow had already flown into the ground, and darkness enveloped the whole world.

Dozens of miles outside the city of Guangzong, there are countless soldiers of the Han army marching towards Guangzong with torches, winding for more than ten miles, and they can't see their heads at a glance, like a huge fire dragon.

The Han army marching on the official road is full of spirit and high morale.

Their general is the most famous general of the Han Dynasty, Huangfu Song. Under his command, the Han army defeated the Yellow Turbans one after another.

For hundreds of years since the founding of the Han Dynasty, there have been countless powerful enemies who have been eyeing on the side, but without exception, these powerful enemies have all fallen under their swords. They firmly believe that this time the yellow turban mob is no exception.

Chapter 2 Good luck! ! !

Outside the city of Guangzong, the Han army camp stretched for more than ten miles, and high walls had already been built around it to resist horses.Groups of Han army archers stood on the high wall and waited.

Looking through the Yuanmen, there is a huge green curtain military tent between the layers of military tents and the halberds. Outside the tent, there are many soldiers who do not hesitate. Song's Chinese army tent.

Huangfusong stood in front of the case books in the big tent, facing north.Wearing a red armor, covered with a blue cloak.Although he is in his forties, his beard and hair are already half white.

But Huangfu Song was originally born with a broad face and a heavy heart, with a majestic appearance.He was eight feet tall, and he was dressed in military uniform at this time, which was even more heroic, with the demeanor of a famous general.

In the tent, Sun Jian, Cao Cao, Guo Xing, and Yan Zhong, dozens of famous generals, all stood in the tent with their helmets pierced through their armor, waiting for Huangfu Song's order.

Huangfusong stepped forward, everyone in the tent looked at Huangfusong, Huangfusong pulled out the sword from his waist and said in a low voice: "The thief's first horn is dead, the yellow scarf in Guangzong City is no more than a mourning dog, it can be broken in one battle!"

Then he swung the long sword and shouted loudly:

"Get out!"

"promise!"

The generals of the Han army in the tent came out in response, and the camp of the Han army was suddenly full of voices, and then the gate of the camp was opened wide, and Huangfusong's carriage drove out of the camp gate, followed by a fiery red flag, with earth-shattering cheers behind him. Voice.

At that moment, the Han army came into battle!

The Han army led by Huangfu Song this time was the elite soldiers of the Han army's various counties and states, as well as the forbidden troops of the five schools of Luoyang Tun Cavalry, Infantry, Yue Cavalry, Changshui, and Shesheng, and the Knights of Hedong, Hanoi, and Henan. Help out.

There are [-] troops in this battle, and the army is mighty and boundless.The trumpet sounded one after another.

Thousands of soldiers of the Han army in red clothes and black armor poured out from the camps everywhere and merged into fiery red streams. Under the command of the generals at all levels, they walked out of the camp in an orderly manner.

In the high-pitched sound of war drums, the Han army spread out its military formation. On the field outside Guangzong City, stood full of Han army soldiers dressed in red clothes and black armor. One by one neat square formations were led by generals and schools at all levels. Stepping down into the battlefield, military flags at all levels are erected high.

The forward cavalry roared past in front of the army formation, and the forward cavalry was the three thousand knights of the Han army led by the cavalry captain Cao Cao.

General Huangfu Song's army was divided into four formations, and the left and right formations were led by generals Guo Xing and Yan Zhongtong, who led [-] state soldiers from the prefectures to respond to the central army.

The front line of the assault was led by Sun Jian, with Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, and Zu Mao as deputy generals.

Huangfu Song personally sat in the middle army. The middle army gathered the most elite troops in the entire Han Empire. The forbidden army and Sanhe Knights from the five schools in Luoyang were also here.

The four formations are divided into battalions, and each battalion is divided into divisions, which are stacked on top of each other and are not ventilated.

The Han army set up an army formation four miles in front of the Yellow Turban Camp in Guangzong City, and the nest cars were pushed out. Due to the flat terrain, only on the nest cars could the entire battlefield be observed and the opponent's formation and mobilization could be observed in time.

Several commanding turrets were also quickly erected, and the Han army's auxiliary soldiers quickly built simple fortifications in front of the formation.

A war drum was erected on the turret of a building, and the strong wrestler slapped the war drum with his drumsticks.

The huge army was spread out, and the Han army was like a rock, standing on the wilderness south of Guangzong City. The Han army's army stretched for several miles. .

The five battalions in front of the Han army were lined up like a red ocean, and the dense halberds covered the sky above them.

Huangfu Song stood on the turret of the Central Army, surrounded by generals like a cloud, and soldiers like a forest.

After a short while, the Han army formation was completed. The huge army formation was like crane wings, lying across the south of Guangzong City. The Han army gradually became quiet.

At this time, I saw the Han army on the high platform of the middle army, the big flag was dancing, and then the countless square formations all around responded to the flag, the huge red tide boiled, and the cheers of the sky came.

The Han army was like a wild and ancient fierce crane that was ready to go and was preparing for hunting.

When the flag was answered, the drums stopped, and in the Han army, countless soldiers hit their shields with swords and halberds to the ground, shouting loudly.

"Han army mighty!"

"Han army mighty!"

"Han army mighty!"

For the country's wings, such as the prosperity of the forest.Get out of the car, Peng Peng, flags are fierce, the Son of Heaven has ordered me to fight in the Quartet!

The Yellow Turban sentry roaming outside the city had long since been expelled by the Han army knights led by Cao Cao. Above the Guangzong city tower, Zhang Liang looked at the Han army in formation from a distance. Out of breath.

The general who led the Han army out this time was the famous Huang Fusong. His elder brother Zhang Jiao died. At this time, people in Guangzong City were panicked and undercurrents were surging.

Zhang Liang's heart was unstoppable, but now he was the backbone of the Yellow Turban army in Guangzong City and the leader of the Yellow Turbans in the world.He must have the determination to win at this time, and cannot reveal a trace of fear, otherwise he will fall into a doom.

He took a deep breath and walked up the steps to the high platform of the city tower. Every step he took, the pace quickened by one point, as if it was more firm. Everyone on the city wall in yellow turbans also looked at Zhang Liang, looking towards Zhang Liang. their general.

Standing on the high platform of the city tower, looking at the wooden faces of the people in the yellow turban below.

In addition to Taiping Taoists, there were refugees who fled due to disasters, commoners who were forced to pay taxes and had nowhere to go, deserters who could not bear to fight for years, tenant farmers who lost their land and were oppressed, and family members of soldiers who lost their homes because of the expedition against the Xianbei and Qiang people.

Zhang Liang opened his mouth slowly, and with a pause, the surrounding yellow turban warriors spread what Zhang Liang said to the surrounding.

"Misery, corruption, bullying!"

"I waited for the small people to experience hardships, the officials were corrupt, and bullied me wantonly, I was just a merchant, a soldier, a farmer, a soldier, a family without a cone, and I was not known by the emperor of the big man, and to the emperor of the big man, I'm just an ant! "

"The officers and soldiers call me a moth thief!!!"

"There is a severe drought in the world, no grain is harvested, and the tax is heavy, just because the eunuchs and the powerful want to be arrogant and enjoy the blessings!"

"Our family has no stand, no weapons, only a large number of people. Now we are wrapped up in yellow scarves and gathered together. We are determined to revolutionize the world. The power of the Han Dynasty is exhausted, and Huang Tian will replace it!"

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

Before he finished speaking, countless Yellow Turban soldiers in and out of the city had already raised their wooden spears high and responded to Zhang Liang frantically.