The World of Yellow Sky

A bandit leader in half-armored armor, dancing with a mace, gathered hundreds of bandits and blocked the aisle.

The Yellow Turban offensive on Luohu Mountain on the mountain road quickly became stagnant.

The condescending thieves on the low mountain have the advantage of the terrain. These thieves in Luohu Mountain are essentially a group of bandits. At the beginning of the massacre, they only caught the two thieves on the low mountain by surprise.

Now that it has been counterattacked, it has fallen into a hard fight.

"call out----"

At this moment, another long and sharp screeching sound fell into the crowd of Luohu Mountain thieves who were rushing towards the top of the mountain.

"Wan Sheng!"

There was a burst of shouting from the crowd again, and the crowd who had slowed down their advancing speed frantically rushed up the mountain as if they had been beaten with blood.

"Hush-hush-hush-"

Three rapid chirps.

The Yellow Turban army on the hillside was split into two like a wave.

Holding an iron halberd, Xu An rode a purplish red horse and rushed out of the crowd with Gong Du and a group of knights.

A yellow flag fluttered in the wind, and a big Xu character was written in black ink.

The strong wind blew Xu An's crimson shirt, and the negative feathers on the backs of the knights rattled in the wind.

"Wan Sheng!"

Xu An raised the iron halberd in his hand and roared up to the sky, pulling the reins with one hand, and his legs slammed into the horse's belly.

The jujube red horse under its crotch strode forward with its four hoofs, and the hurried sound of the hooves struck the ears of the bandits like a talisman.

A leader of the bandits held a long sword high, and shouted that the bandits around him gathered to raise their spears, but before the bandits lined up, the iron halberd in Xu An’s hand was already roaring towards the bandits. He stabbed straight away.

The bandit leader didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only subconsciously raise the long knife in his hand to block.

"Chong"

There was only a sound of the banging of the golden geese, and the long knife in the hand of the bandit leader was cut into two pieces, but the sharp halberd blade remained undiminished.

A head shot into the sky, the body of the bandit leader without the head did not fall down, and blood spurted out from his neck like a spring!

More than a dozen knights rushed out with Xu An behind him. Gong Du, dressed in two layers of heavy armor, jumped high from his horse and smashed into the bandits on the mountain road like a beast in the shape of a human.

A thief was trampled to the ground by Gong Du flying off his horse. The tens of kilograms of armor, plus a hundred kilograms of human body, directly smashed the thief's lumbar spine.

The long axe in Gong Du's hand opened and closed, and every time he swung it, it brought a rain of blood. No matter the leader, no matter the bandit, whoever dared to stop it, all died under the axe.

Another old bandit rushed towards Gong Du with a ferocious face.

Gong Du's beard and hair were stretched out, his tiger's eyes widened, and he turned the long axe in his hand and cut the old bandit in half with just one horizontal slash!

The leader of the bandit in the crowd was frightened, his hands and feet were numb, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

A real killing intent rushed towards him, and the killing god actually charged with a long axe like a bear, and the thieves along the way seemed to be fake.

The bandit commander didn't care if he had any battles, and whether he could hold back the Yellow Turbans who were going up the mountain. He only had one thought in his mind, that is to run.

But how could Gong Du let him run away like this.

Gong Du grabbed a short gun from a bandit in front of him and threw it directly at the bandit commander.

A piercing scream rang out in everyone's ears, and the short spear flew out of the forest like lightning. The bandit commander had just run two steps away, and the sharp spear head pierced through the bandit commander's chest. And passed.

The huge force actually took the body of the bandit leader one step forward and nailed the bandit leader to the trunk of a tree!

In an instant, this group of bandits who had just gathered was easily killed and dispersed.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Countless Yellow Turbans raised their swords high and shouted at Gong Du for Wan Sheng.

Wave after wave of shouts came from the bottom of the mountain, as loud as thunder in the sky.

The bandits on the low mountain seemed to have seen the Yellow Turban army that was traversing the Taihang Mountains not long ago.

The thieves and bandits in the Taihang Mountains all collapsed and perished one after another in the endless "Wansheng".

"It's the Yellow Turban Army! The Yellow Turban Army!!"

The bandits on the low mountain have completely lost their resistance.

A group of bandits were smashed into pieces under the fierce offensive of the Yellow Turbans, and they were divided into dozens of pieces. They could not establish effective resistance at all, and the Yellow Turbans marched forward.

……

"Luohushan's dog kills talents!!!" Outside the big tent of Diaoshan, a black-faced man in rotten leather armor with a gloomy and terrifying face was Li Hu, the second head of Shuanghushan.

Li Hu grabbed the bandit who reported the letter and roared, "He just ran away like this?"

He only heard the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air, and a feather arrow flew past his head. Li Hu only felt a burning pain in the back of his head, and the rapid sound of horse hooves was already ringing in his ears.

At this time, Li Hu was trembling with fear. In less than half a quarter of an hour, did the bandits from Luohu Mountain reach the top of the mountain?

Turning his head with difficulty, Li Hu could clearly feel the cold chill on the tip of the opponent's halberd even though he was separated by a distance of more than ten steps.

The speed of the war horse's charge was so fast, the cold light quickly became clear in Li Hu's eyes.

Li Hu's body in leather armor flew out like a kite with a broken string. Li Hu only felt that his chest was hit hard, and even breathing became difficult.

It seemed that there was still a mass of unknown things stuck in his throat, but this world did not leave much time for Li Hu to think, and the endless darkness had already swallowed up all his consciousness.

……

The two flags on the low mountain were finally overwhelmed and collapsed to the ground under the slashing of the Yellow Angel.

When the banner was broken, all the bandits near the low mountain knew that the heads of the two families were probably already out of luck.

"Wan Sheng!"

When the Yellow Turbans on Luohu Mountain saw the banner on the low mountain fall, they couldn't help holding up their swords and shouting wildly.

However, the morale of Li Damu and Qingniujiao fell to a low point in an instant, and the weak line of defense that had just been established almost collapsed in an instant.

Chapter 53 Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!

Banyun Mountain is in the center of the bandits, extending in all directions, with several mountain roads leading to all parts of Taihang Mountain.

Taking advantage of the Yellow Turban army's attack on the low mountain, Qing Niujiao led more than a dozen bandits and jumped all the way. In the chaos, more than 400 bandits gathered around him again.

The feather arrows on his body have been taken out. Fortunately, when he was going down the mountain, he was wearing a set of rotten iron armor. In addition, the archer shot hastily, and the arrows did not penetrate deeply into the flesh.

Qingniujiao was riding on a war horse, and dozens of old bandits surrounded Qingniujiao. A group of 400 people were running along the mountain road to the vicinity of Qingniu Mountain.

It was just that after turning the corner of the mountain road, there was no clear mountain road, but hundreds of sergeants lined up neatly, holding curved shields and wrapped yellow scarves on their heads.

Countless halberds protruded from the back of the military formation shield, like a curled hedgehog, all the sharp thorns on the body were stretched out to defend against the enemy.

Even on the right side of the army formation, there are armored soldiers in full-body iron armor holding tower shields and sharp blades.

Zhao Ji was standing in the second position on the right of the front row of the Yellow Turban Army formation, tightly clinging to their standing position. Although the curved edge shield in front of him could not cover his entire body, he still gave him a belt. A lot of security came.

Looking at the ferocious bandits turning around on the mountain road, Zhao Ji's heart couldn't help beating, especially the bandit general riding on the horse, who seemed to have two horns on his head, just like rumors in the mountains The bull monsters in the middle are average, not to mention the thieves who are shouting and making strange noises.

"Stabilize the army!"

The colonel standing in the array shouted loudly.

"Military regulations: When facing the enemy, the military formation has been set, move your feet and turn back, if the density is uneven, behead!"

The team leader of each team stood at the far right of the queue, repeating the military rules over and over again.

Wearing heavy armor and carrying a yellow flag, the captain of the Yellow Turbans stood on the far right of each, and when the soldiers looked up, they could see the flag screeching in the wind.

There was a very long shout in Zhao Ji's ears. There seemed to be a kind of magic in the words of this group of people called the Yellow Angels, and Zhao Ji's frantically beating heart gradually calmed down.

The roaring mountain wind from the mountains came, and the surging crowd also rushed towards the formation of the Yellow Turbans.

"Kill!!!"

The high-pitched killing voices of the bandits penetrated Zhao Ji's ears like demonic voices, and a chill went straight to the top of his head from the bottom of his heart, almost unable to grasp the weapons in his hands.

On weekdays, they met the enemy on the wall of the village. How could they ever face the brutal and fierce bandits in the field? The Luohu Mountain bandits who invaded the Lutai Village were nothing more than bereaved dogs. When they captured Luohu Mountain, It is only to solve dozens of scattered enemies.

Even the thieves and bandits on the Luohu Mountain beside them were terrified. If it weren't for the Yellow Turban Army generals who were staring at the side, they might have fled to nowhere. After all, they only had 200 people, far less than those rushing forward. Bandits.

"call out----"

A sharp chirping sounded again, and the bandits in front of the Yellow Turbans actually froze.

The sharp chirping sound made them ring the pursuers behind them.

"Tiger!"

Hearing the chirping, more than [-] Yellow Turban sergeants stepped forward and shouted in unison.

Hearing a crisp sound of "Zheng", the officers of the Yellow Turbans standing on the far right all pulled out the knives around their waists, and the sharp blades in the sunlight reflected cold rays of light.

The ferocious army of bandits ahead was only thirty paces away from them.

"call out----"

The second sharp chirping sounded, and it still clearly appeared beside Zhao Ji's ears in the midst of the roars of thieves and bandits.

"Tiger!"

Under the leadership of the colonel on the far right, everyone took another step forward and shouted loudly. The general and colonel of the Yellow Turban Army on the right raised the knives with their heads high in their hands.

Although the enemy was close at hand, the fear in Zhao Ji's heart was being dispelled little by little in the high voice of unison. He knew that his beside him was his robe, and they were shoulder to shoulder, holding swords. Standing beside and behind him.

He was not alone in facing the bandits, he still heard the voice of his brother Zhao Xu in the shouting.

The bull-like thief riding on the horse, along with countless shouting thieves, was only twenty paces away from the army formation.

A dozen fluttering feather arrows shot out from the crowd of bandits, and the feather arrows fell into the army formation. Someone in the army formation wailed, and the neat army formation also began to have some confusion.

"call out----"

A third sharp chirping sounded.

"Tiger!"

Zhao Ji followed Pao Ze next to him and shouted hoarsely.

In front of him, the sinister and twisted faces of the bandits were clearly audible in Zhao Ji's eyes.

The 200 people in the army shouted hysterically in unison, overwhelming the shouts ahead.

The yellow turban generals and colonels carrying the yellow flag on the right side slammed their swords forward.

"call out--------"

With three loud shouts, a long shriek sounded again in the military formation, and the piercing shriek almost pierced everyone's eardrums.

Zhao Ji spread his legs and strode forward with a shield and halberd. The two hundred yellow turban sergeants all stepped forward. The sound of footsteps filled his ears, completely suppressing the shouting and killing of the bandits.

"Good luck to the world!"

The yellow turban generals and colonels beside him shouted in unison.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Pao Ze next to him shouted loudly and moved forward side by side.

"kill!!!"

The bandits in front of them all screamed and shouted, rushing up.

The distance of just over ten steps is fleeting, and the two sides face each other!

"Puff puff!"

The sound of the halberd cutting into the flesh and the sword cutting into the bone sounded again and again.

The sergeants of the Yellow Turbans stabbed the halberd from the formation into the bodies of the attacking bandits, and the halberd held by Zhao Ji's right hand stabbed an old bandit in the neck.

A bandit with a short axe next to the old bandit screamed, and his body fell over the long halberd in Paoze beside Zhao Ji, and the short axe smashed directly at Zhao Ji's face.

Zhao Ji quickly raised the curved edge shield in his left hand, and the halberd in his right hand had no time to retract.

However, the expected heavy blow did not appear. Through the gap in the curved shield, Zhao Ji could clearly see that a long halberd stretched out behind him, and the tip of the halberd pierced directly into the thief's chest.