The World of Yellow Sky

The yellow turbans in front of the foreheads of the surrounding yellow turban soldiers fluttered in the mountain wind, raised the halberd in their hands, and gestured to Xu An on the high platform.

Everyone in the audience stared at Xu An on the high platform. No one had ever said these things to them, including their patriarch.

When thieves and bandits came, in front of high-ranking officials, when they were being bullied, very few people stood up to help them, even relatives of the same clan could only endure it silently.

After a yellow turban soldier placed a pile of khaki cloth strips under the stage, Xu An banged the drum behind him, and the carts carrying food and grass were pushed to the side of the square by the yellow turban soldiers, and then the pot was heated. The stove was erected, and bags of corn were cut open by sharp swords and poured into the pot.

Another car driving on the hills of pork jerky almost caught the eyes of everyone in the square every day.

"Food, weapons, armor, these things, as long as you join me in Taipingdao, join the Yellow Turban Army, I promise you will have everything."

"If any of you are afraid of death, willing to be bullied by others, and willing to continue to live that precarious life, you can leave Lutai Mountain now, if you are willing to follow me, Xu An, willing to join Taiping Road, willing to sacrifice your life to fight for one. If you want to survive, you are willing to fight for a future for your wife and children, and if you survive in an upright manner, you will stay."

"Those who are willing to stay, wrap the yellow cloth in front of the stage around your heads. From now on, you are a member of the Taiping Road, a member of the Yellow Turban Army, corn, and dried meat!"

The people in the audience were unexpectedly quiet, as if they had lost their voices collectively.

Xu An looked at the different expressions of everyone in the audience and continued.

"All the humiliation you have suffered before, my Yellow Turbans will use the swords in their hands to seek justice for you."

Xu An was a little uneasy in his heart, saying these words had racked his brains, and he didn't know what the result would be.

How to inspire people, how to boost morale, Zhang Liang taught him some methods and words in the short days of Xia Quyang, and Xu An also learned some from the "Peace Jing" along the way.

More than a dozen people walked out of the crowd, and at some point they had put on yellow turbans on their heads, and they came to the front of the stage and bowed respectfully to Xu An.

"Taiping Dao disciple Li Cong pays respect to Qu Shuai."

"Taiping Dao disciple Li An pays a visit to Qu Shuai."

"Wang A, a disciple of Taiping Dao, met with Shuai Qu."

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One thing is another, a few people from Taiping Road in the village took the lead first, and more and more people followed out of the crowd, picked up the yellow scarf on the ground and put it on their heads.

Although they are just a group of lambs, no one wants to live a better life, no one wants to protect their family, and no one wants to live like a corpse without dignity, even if they once did.

What's more, there are more than 200 armored soldiers who are armed with swords, and they are not allowed to resist.

The lambs sat on the ground beside the stove, gulps of corn porridge, and each even got a piece of roasted golden meat.

"Let's go."

Li Heng pushed Wang Ren, and there were fewer and fewer people in the square. Almost only a dozen people who were quite close to the two of them were still standing there hesitating.

As for Zhao Le, he had already put on the yellow turban and stood behind Xu An.

"You're right, this is indeed an opportunity."

Wang Ren did not hesitate any longer, and followed Li Heng to pick up the yellow turban in front of the stage, and the last dozen or so people in the square also put on the yellow turban along with the two of them.

Afterwards, both young and middle-aged people, as well as the elderly and the weak, were given a portion of steaming corn porridge and roasted fragrant dried meat.

Chapter 34 Discipline

Although Liu Pi was one of the chief generals of the Yellow Angels, he did not know how to train troops. As for Gong Du, he was mostly a striker in the army.

Therefore, Xu An could only take over the important task of training troops by himself.

It is true that no one in the Yellow Turban Army understands the method of military training. To put it bluntly, the Yellow Turban Warriors are soldiers with stronger equipment and better equipment, while the Yellow Angels select those believers who are not afraid of death and put on heavy armor.

Therefore, the Yellow Turbans almost never defeated the Han army when their numbers were equal, and they were often defeated by the Han army with less.

There is no method of battle formation, no method of training, and the battle is entirely dependent on blood and courage, and there is not even a systematic trumpet or semaphore.

Compared with the complicated semaphore of the Han army, the flag of the Yellow Turban General School almost only played the role of a gathering sergeant.

Compared with the well-trained Han army, the Yellow Turbans are like young birds, not to mention soaring in the sky, even walking a little staggering.

If this situation is not changed, no amount of Yellow Turbans will be a mob.

The war between the two armies is not because the larger the number, the better the advantage. On the contrary, if the number of the two armies is too large and there is no effective command, the marching operation will be extremely bloated. In the hands of more than [-] Eastern Jin Beifu soldiers.

Training, armor rate, morale, logistics, and command are the keys to determining the outcome of the war.

In the famous Battle of Yin and Jin between Qin and Wei, the Wei State was a well-trained military soldier of the Wei State, while the Qin State was a rabble assembled temporarily, although they had the courage to defend their family and the country.

However, under the leadership of the famous general Wu Qi, the 50 Wei troops were all wearing heavy armor and well-trained. In the end, they defeated the Qin army in an upright battle. The [-] Qin army was defeated and fled, and became famous all over the world in the First World War.

Liu Pi and Gong are not peerless generals, they can't achieve the same seven-in and seven-out as Zhao Zilong, and they don't have the bravery of Zhang Liao, who is mega-zhen Xiaoyaojin.

On the battle formation, one's bravery is almost infinitely reduced. In the face of the rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, even if the mighty man is as powerful as Lu Fengxian, he can only avoid it. In the face of the heavy armored soldiers who come like a wall, even if he is as brave as a horse. Meng Qi also needs to stop the horse.

After the young men of the three families had eaten, they were arranged by Xu to form a phalanx and gathered again on the square.

They just stood crookedly, and there were whispered voices from time to time in the queue.

There were a total of 360 young and strong people gathered by the three families, which was somewhat different from the records of the Han army. Perhaps the Han army did not record the women and children in Lutai Mountain.

The yellow angels have fled all the way so far. There were nearly 300 people in the team, but dozens of people died on the way, and dozens of people fell down in the well. Up to now, only 250 people are still alive.

There are quite a few hunters who can shoot bows from the three hunters, and the Yellow Angel Nakaben has sergeants who can shoot bows and arrows, so Liu Pi found more than 30 bow shooters who can shoot bows.

Although Liu Pi didn't know how to train, Xu An knew nothing about bows and arrows. Liu Pi was a skilled archer anyway, and the Han bows that he carried all the way from Jingjing to Lutai Mountain couldn't have been left to rot in the warehouse in vain.

In such a complex environment in the mountains, there is a team of archers, whether it is attacking or defending the village, it will have a great advantage.

There are still 350 young and strong people from the remaining three families. Xu An slightly changed the military system, no longer set up a captain, and divided the 350 people into 35 teams. 35 people were sent out to pretend to be superior.

Every five years, another team is set up, which is also selected from the yellow angels, and the 35 people are divided into seven teams.

The number of yellow angels is too small. If there is a corporal commander, the number of yellow angels can't even maintain 200 people. In order to ensure that he can always hold a sharp knife in his hand, Xu An can only abandon the military position of corporal commander.

After all, there are still too few people.

Xu An's experience was still too little, and he was selected as a long-term yellow angel, identifying his sergeants one by one, divided into 35 rows of young and strong, standing staggeringly.

There was a lot of fuss for a moment, and then they were divided into seven teams and stood on the square.

These yellow angels are ordinary sergeants, maybe they are qualified sergeants, but they are definitely not qualified officers...

But at the time of hiring people, there was no way out. The seven team leaders selected several senior leaders from the Yellow Angels, and only one of them was the team leader in the Yellow Angels army.

Xu An frowned as he looked at the queue in front of him. Although the seventh team stood still, the queue was obviously crooked and had various standing postures. From time to time there were buzzing discussions in the queue.

This group of people pulled into the battlefield, I am afraid that the army will be defeated if they charge, I am afraid that they will only hate their parents for giving birth to two less legs.

He has never eaten pork, and he has seen Pig Run anyway. Xu An is also a college student. Born in the era of information explosion, he has watched a lot of military training and some military war movies.

One of the films that impressed him the most was a picture of the British army's bayonet assault smashing the enemy.

British soldiers in bright red uniforms and high hats, shoulder to shoulder, stick closely together, hold up the rifles in their hands, and move forward slowly. The ravines of flesh and blood.

The muskets in front of them spit out frightening tongues of flame, taking the lives of one soldier in the front row, but no one retreated, their faces may have fear, but they are still slowly moving towards the sound of the drums. forward.

Paoze in front of him fell down, and someone behind him naturally filled his place. The officer in front of the army fell down, and the soldier behind him still held the rifle in his hand and moved forward until he stepped on the corpse of the fallen officer. Pao Ze's corpse.

Then when they stopped only 30 meters away from the front of the opponent's formation, all the British troops fired their guns together under the command of the order, defeating the powerful French army.

Such is the power of discipline, even more than the fear of death.

That's the most important part of the military, discipline.

In order for the army to exert its greatest fighting power, it must be like an arm and a finger. The brave must not advance alone, and the cowardly must not retreat alone. This is the law of the crowd.

In the war, it is different from the slaughter in the market. In the military formation, all the infantrymen are shoulder to shoulder, with their own robes beside them. Come out to recover the soldiers who cut the enemy's formation, preventing the advance of the enemy's formation.

When the swords and shields and other vanguards broke through the battle, the rest of the crowd rushed to the top to chase after victory. This was the battle on the battlefield, and this was the dignified battle.

That kind of dog-toothed, messy, and chaotic fighting, how could there be a real battle formation?

Precisely because the army needs discipline, without discipline, the best-equipped army is nothing but a mob.

So what Xu An has to do now is to turn these 350 lambs into a pack of wolves, to make them fear military law more than the enemy's sword.

Chapter 35 Training

"quiet!"

Xu An looked at the chaotic queue in front of him and roared loudly, and everyone who heard the roar quickly stopped the commotion.

Although the standing posture was different and the queue was a little crooked, at least it was quiet.

"All stand up straight for me." Xu An carried the scabbard, and led the five selected Yellow Turbans to walk in the gap between the queues, carefully watching the expressions of everyone in the queue.

"Snapped"

The scabbard in Xu An's hand hit a yellow-faced man's back with a muffled sound, and the yellow-faced man couldn't help but screamed in pain, leaning forward all of a sudden, almost unable to stand still.

Xu An put the scabbard on the neck of the yellow-faced man and asked coldly, "Is your waist straight?"

The yellow-faced man was so frightened that he stood up again, and even straightened his originally hunchbacked back.

"Tighten your belly."

"look up."

Xu An couldn't help using the scabbard to adjust the standing posture of the yellow-faced man, until the yellow-faced man stood like a long spear, and then put down the scabbard in his hand.

"You are all optimistic about this stance, go back to your team, and everyone must stand like this."

"promise!"

The five Yellow Turbans sang a promise, and after carefully observing the standing posture of the yellow-faced man, they quickly walked back to their own queue.

350 young and strong, or 350 yellow scarf sergeants is more appropriate.

350 yellow scarf soldiers stood on the square, each of them was like a javelin.

In the queue, several teams led each with two or three yellow angels carrying scabbards, walking in the gap, checking the standing posture of the sergeants in their respective teams.

"Today, we will stand for an hour first. Those who have stood for an hour will be given a piece of jerky for dinner. Those who have not stood for an hour and who have left the queue without permission will have their dinner halved tonight, and they will be beaten with ten sticks."

Xu An's shouting caused some commotion in the queue. Several people who couldn't help moving were immediately beaten by the yellow angel with the scabbard.

Although these young men didn't quite understand why Xu An only let them stand, but because of the temptation of dried meat and the punishment of military sticks, they stopped their voices for a while and stood there obediently.

After all, it took very little time before to eat a piece of dried meat. Even if there were hunters hunting in the village, most of the hunted property was exchanged for food.

But now, as long as he stood in place for an hour, he could eat meat, and no one wanted the scabbard to fall on his body, so the feeling of the scabbard hitting his body was really unbearable.

The Yellow Angels are accustomed to obeying orders, no matter what their Shangguan's order is, whether it is death or it seems unreasonable, these are not important, as long as the person who issued the order is the commander of Taiping Road or the general.

Although the Yellow Angels also had doubts about Xu An's training of sergeants, after all, they just let him stand in place, but even if they doubted, they still firmly carried out Xu An's orders.

Xu An slowly walked around the queue, carefully observing the performance of everyone in the team.

Time passed as everyone breathed and breathed, and many people in the queue were shaking slightly. This group of farmers and hunters had never imagined that they would be so tired just standing there. They could hardly hold on. .

At the top of each row are the Yellow Angels, who have long been in the battlefield. Their physical strength is much better than that of these farmers and hunters. They stand at the front of each row, even if it has been half an hour, they still stand like javelins. Generally straight.

"Boom."

Suddenly a person in the queue fell to the ground, and his body fell to the ground with a muffled sound. When he saw this, a person who was standing on the side with slightly similar eyebrows also immediately left the queue, squatting on the side and looking anxiously on the ground. man.

"All stand."

Xu An stepped forward quickly. Although the Yellow Turbans who were still standing around did not leave their standing position, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look. After all, they were also friends of Tongzhai.

With the scabbard in Xu An's hand pointing at the man beside the fallen man, he said, "Pull him away."

The yellow scarf armored soldier behind him stepped forward and lifted the man up from left to right.

The man's face was slightly frightened, and his body was trembling, but he still explained in a low voice: "General, my brother is weak and can't do heavy work on weekdays. I would like to be punished with a military stick for my brother."

"What's your name."

Xu An was not in a hurry to give an order.

"The villain's surname is Zhao Mingji. This is the villain's younger brother Zhao Xu. When he was a child, he suffered a serious illness. Although he managed to save his life, he was starved to death. He has been weak and ill since childhood.

"Take Zhao Xu down to rest first."

The Yellow Turban Warriors next to him heard the words and dragged Zhao Ji to a shady place. There were also a few Yellow Turban Warlocks with rough medical skills among the Yellow Angels, which came in handy at this time.

Xu An looked around at the people around him, and the people around them were still standing there and insisting, even though their foreheads were covered in fine sweat and their legs were shaking, they didn't dare to leave the place.

The lure of meat and the fear of military sticks made them afraid to move.

"Zhao Ji leaves the team without permission, and he will be punished with ten military sticks immediately. Today's meal will be halved. Zhao Xu has not stood before his full time, and his brother Ji will receive ten military sticks for him.

The two yellow angels drove Zhao Ji directly out of the queue, threw Zhao Ji at the front of the queue, picked up the stick and hit, listening to the sound of the stick hitting the flesh, everyone stood up as straight as possible. For fear that the military stick will fall on his body.