The World of Yellow Sky

The horns in the army rang in unison again.

"Wan Sheng!" ·

The yellow turban sergeants on both sides also roared hysterically. The tidy army formation instantly became fragmented. Countless sergeants jumped out of the army formation and charged the thieves at the gate of the village with the halberds in their hands.

"die!"

Xu An shouted loudly, and stabbed the knife around the head in his hand. The body of the knife pierced through the chest of a thief, and blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto the dusty ground.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, a thief raised the short knife in his hand in despair, roared, and slammed towards Xu An.

The tall tower shield blocked his way, the war hammer in Xu Da's hand fell on the head of the thief, and the huge force directly smashed the thief to the ground.

The linen turban wrapped around his head could not provide him with the slightest protection. The warhammer directly smashed a large piece of his skull down, and white unknown objects flowed all over the floor along the turban.

The roaring Yellow Turban sergeants rushed out from both sides of Xu An. Although these sergeants had only received more than a week of training, their opponents were just bandits who had already fallen into chaos.

The bandits on Lutai Mountain completely collapsed.

The control of the village gate was returned to the hands of the Yellow Turbans, and Zhang Ji planted the yellow flag in his hand on the wall of the village.

Xu An stood on the wall covered in flesh and blood, looking down at the bandits who were blocked on the mountain road outside the gate.

These aggressive bandits who were still showing off their might not long ago, but now they are as terrified as a bereaved dog.

The Huangtian soldiers in heavy armor rushed out from the gate of the village to chase down the thieves who fled from the desert. Many of these thieves who were scrambling to look at each other and looting in the village turned out to be pushed down the cliff.

A human head was thrown by Xu An and landed in the chaotic crowd on the mountain road.

Everyone saw Xu An standing on the edge of the wall, and the yellow flag fluttering in the wind on the wall. The yellow turban soldiers stopped the sharp blades in their hands and looked at the bandits in front of them.

"Kneeling and surrendering, avoid death!"

The howling mountain wind spread Xu An's words all over the mountain road.

…………

More than 600 bandits knelt down on the school field behind the gate of the village with their heads downcast.

All kinds of strange weapons and tattered armors were piled up into hills.

The school field was filled with yellow turban soldiers with blades and armor, and their sharp eyes glanced back and forth in the crowd from time to time.

As for the young men of the three families, that is, the sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army, they sat on the other side of the school grounds, and from time to time someone looked at the thieves kneeling on the school grounds with bad eyes.

At this time, Li Heng was sitting with Wang Ren and Zhao Le with his head lowered.

Not far from where the young soldiers gathered, a middle-aged woman was helping Li Heng to bandage the wound on his shoulder.

While guarding the fortress, an old bandit took advantage of the chaos to climb up the wall. Li Heng didn't react, and was cut open by the old bandit with a long knife on his shoulder. Fortunately, Wang Ren was not far away. Come back with a life.

Xu An walked to the fire, sat directly opposite Li Heng and asked, "How is the injury?"

Li Heng looked up at Xu An, his throat rolled up and down, opened his mouth but made no sound, and lowered his head again.

Xu An untied a small pottery pot from his waist and put it on the ground, and said, "This is my Taipingdao's golden sore medicine. It is applied to the wound and changed every day."

"We won and that's why you're still sitting on the floor feeling sad."

Li Heng raised his head again, but only saw Xu An's back.

The crimson robe has been dyed crimson, and the coagulated blood on the black armor has also covered up the dark light that should have existed.

In just one year, the children of the three families have experienced this life and death many times.

……

Huang San knelt down on the ground, his body covered with dust, his blue-blue shirt was torn and tattered, and the short halberd in his hand was not known somewhere on the mountain road.

Gong Du's stomping on his chest is still a burning pain, making Huang San almost unable to breathe, and then being dragged up the mountain by the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, almost breaking his bones.

Just as Huang San was trying to calm his breath, a shadow appeared in front of him.

He raised his head, first saw a pair of copper-inlaid tiger-head boots, then a gold-inlaid belt carved with animal patterns, and then a blood-stained face under a black iron armor with a feather in it.

Huang San knew that this person was probably the commander of this army.

Beside the man, standing at the foot of the mountain was the fierce Chinese general who was as fierce as a bear.

Huang San didn't dare to look directly at the Han general, and turned his head to look aside. There was also a burly yellow-faced Han general standing on the other side, but he was slightly shorter than the other.

The surrounding soldiers in heavy armor stood around the school grounds. The yellow flag was swept up by the mountain wind on the high platform, and the wind rattled.

How could this group of sergeants with amazing combat power suddenly appear in Lutai Mountain, no matter how Huang San thought about it, he could not imagine it.

Xu An looked down at Huang San at his feet, looked up and down the man with five short stature and said, "Are you the third head of Luohu Mountain?"

Huang San's eyes flickered a few times, then glanced at the yellow flag on the stage, and replied: "The villain is indeed the third head of Luohu Mountain, but the general is not the general of the Han army, right?"

"Snapped"

The whip of the soldier beside him slapped Huang San's back fiercely, and Huang San couldn't help but slightly arched his waist under the pain.

The burning pain from the back stimulated Huang San's nerves.

Huang San took a few breaths, the pain in his chest could not help making him groan, Huang San took his breath and looked at Xu An and continued to speak.

"If the general wants to capture Luohu Mountain, Huang San is willing to deceive the general to open the mountain gate."

Xu An was a little surprised when he looked at this short-statured man.

This group of thieves was captured and no one could escape. It was indeed feasible to use this group of thieves to defraud the mountain gate of Luohu Mountain. Xu An also thought so.

After all, this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"go on."

Xu An sat in front of Huang San and looked at the thief with interest.

"The first route in the cottage is clear and dark. As the third head of the village, I am clear. I even know a lot about the situation of the surrounding Dazhai."

"So, what do you want?"

Huang San took another look at the heavy armored warriors standing around, and finally looked at Xu An in front of him, and said solemnly.

"Live."

Chapter 45 落虎山

It is already late autumn in Taihang Mountain at this time. The clouds and mist are entangled among the mountains, and the mountain wind blows slowly through the trees of various colors. In autumn, Luohu Mountain is dotted with a huge and colorful picture.

An eagle swooped down from the thick clouds, it uttered a cry, quickly passed a group of slightly noisy people on the mountain road, and flew towards the towering Luohu Mountain in the distance.

There were about 200 people in this group, and the marching team was a bit crowded, but they still formed a long dragon on the narrow mountain road, and they were slowly moving towards Luohu Mountain along the mountain road.

Huang San rode a pony at the front of the team, and Xu An and Liu Pi, who were wearing short brown, were following Huang San's horse.

Xu Dazheng, the captain of Xu An's personal guard, was holding onto a cart, his eyes moving around Xu An.

The original pony has already entered the appetites of the people in Lutai Mountain, and now Huang San and the others are riding on the other pony.

The crowded team walked slowly on the mountain road. Several carts in the team were covered with some dilapidated cloth strips, tied together with ropes, and some cloth bags and clay pots containing grain could be seen from the gaps.

In the team of more than 200 people, more than 50 people are actually surrendered thieves, and they are all arranged in front of the team. The other 100 people are all yellow angels brought by Xu An, and some of them are mixed in the middle of the queue. Some are at the end of the line.

They all put on the tattered clothes of thieves and bandits, and took up all kinds of messy weapons to hide in the center of the team and around the car.

On the mountain road a few miles away from them, Gong Du led more than a dozen yellow scarves in heavy armor and rode their horses at the forefront. Li Heng and Wang Ren also put on leather armor and followed suit. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army followed Gong Du on both sides.

Behind Gong Du and the others were more than [-] Yellow Turban sergeants who had just been trained in Lutaishan.

Almost the entire army was dispatched from Lutai Mountain, and only dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers and wounded soldiers were left in the village, as well as Zhao Le, the head of the Zhao family.

In his words, Wang Ren and Li Heng had both left, and he had to stay to take care of the injured three children, as well as take care of the captured bandits to prevent any trouble.

Definitely not out of fear.

It was very different from Xu An and his party's messy marching team. These more than 300 sergeants tried to keep the team as neat as possible during the march.

The people in the queue were very long in heavy armor, and they kept looking at the sergeants in the queue.

Whenever someone took the wrong step, or distanced himself from the original queue, he would get a heavy military stick on his back.

The leaders of each team marched beside the queue of their own team with their halberds and guards in their hands.

No one was chatting and shouting loudly, only the sound of footsteps walking on the mountain road.

……

The outpost of the bandit ahead became clearer and clearer in Xu An's eyes.

Several thieves guarding the outpost were gathered around the fire to keep warm, their swords scattered aside, and they didn't know what they were chatting about.

When Xu An and the others had reached a distance of forty or fifty paces, the guards at the outpost noticed that there were more people on the mountain road.

When they saw the third master riding on a pony, they hurriedly removed Jumu who was blocking the road.

The thieves at the outpost stood tremblingly beside the outpost and did not dare to come out.

Strangely, Huang San didn't seem to see them, and walked right past them.

A young bandit with a slightly childish face lowered his head and whispered to a man in a turban beside him, "Brother Hu, why did the third master not punish us?"

Although the bandit called Brother Hu was a little strange in his heart, Huang San was the third in charge and acted ruthlessly. Some brothers who committed crimes were beaten and scolded at light, and even lost their lives at worst. He changed his temper and didn't even scold.

The few thieves at the outpost were not punished, and their attention was attracted by the carts in the team, and they were all whispering about the goods on the carts.

Just as they were concentrating on watching the cart and chatting in a low voice, the marching team quietly took out several men in sackcloth and came behind them.

A large hand suddenly stretched out from behind the young bandit. Before the young bandit could react, the short knife had already come out through the chest, and the tip of the knife was still hung with bright blood beads.

The gleam in the eyes of the young thief began to slowly dissipate, and his body without any support fell softly to the ground.

The six bandits on the outpost all fell on the mountain road, and blood flowed out of the wounds, converging into small streams.

The team like a long dragon did not stop for the slightest bit because of the thieves who fell to the ground, and the queue was still advancing in an orderly manner.

The men who came out of the team wiped the bloody dagger with the sackcloth on their bodies, and then returned to the queue, as if nothing had happened.

In the dense forest on the side of the mountain road, a thief was hiding in the bushes, and he could see everything that happened on the mountain road.

The three masters actually rebelled! ?He must quickly send this news back to Zhaizhong.

After he glanced at both sides vigilantly, he wanted to withdraw from the bushes, but just took a step, and a sharp ring-shaped knife behind him had already cut his neck.

The two sergeants with their heads wrapped in yellow scarves walked over the thief's body. The two looked at each other and nodded, and then walked forward quickly.

Huang San had already told Xu An all the secret whistles around the mountain road. In the eyes of the experienced Yellow Turban scouts, the secret whistles of these bandits were childish like children.

The outposts set up on Luohu Mountain along the way are like nothing, and they did not bring any vigilance to Luohu Mountain at all.

……

As the sun approached dusk, the sun was almost setting in the mountains, leaving only more than half of the outline.

The sky was rendered into an orange-orange color, and even the clouds and mist dissipated a lot.

A dozen thieves stood sparsely on the wall of Luohu Mountain.

A gust of cold wind blew, and a tall thief was shocked by the cold wind that got into his clothes, and he couldn't help muttering: "This ghost weather, it's so cold before winter begins."

A leaf was swept up in the wind and covered his eyes, and the tall bandit cursed inwardly. When he picked the leaf off, he suddenly found a corner of the mountain road not far away, and suddenly turned a black-spotted tree. Flag brigade.

The tall bandit hurriedly shouted to the surrounding: "Look, is this the third-headed man?"

A one-eyed thief with a leather thong was awakened by the tall thief from his sweet dream, and crawled up cursingly.

Seeing Huang San riding a pony on the mountain road not far away, the one-eyed thief almost jumped up, and quickly shouted: "It's really the third master, this evil star is back, quickly open the gate of the village, my motherfucker I I don't want to eat whip."

The bandits on the wall of the village were in a hurry, and the closed door of the village was slowly opened with a harsh creaking sound.

Chapter 46 Invincible

Outside the gate of the village, the cloth covering the frame has been torn down by the sergeants next to the frame. There is no food on the frame, some are just a bunch of bright swords, and even several sets of black iron. Cast armor.

Xu An drew the weapon at his waist and pressed forward, and the sergeant who was already ready to go beside the frame rushed towards the open door of Luohu Shanzhai.

Before the one-eyed bandit behind the gate could figure out what was going on, a feather arrow was inserted into his throat. He covered his throat with one hand and grabbed it upwards with the other, as if there was something, but he didn't wait. He had other actions and was drowned in the raging crowd.

Liu Pi held his breath, bent his bow and shot arrows, and the arrows were shot like beads.

At almost the same time, Huang San was dragged off his pony by two sergeants and rushed into the wall. More than ten Huang Angels held the ring-headed knife and rushed the bandits in the forty or fifty teams to the wall. corner.

The remaining more than 130 yellow angels followed Xu An and poured into the cottage of Luohu Mountain.