The World of Yellow Sky

The sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army rushed towards the city wall frantically.

The wall of Jingxing Pass has almost become the cemetery of the Yellow Turbans. One after another, the Yellow Turban soldiers fell under the wall, and the bricks on the wall were covered with dark red blood.

The first batch of Han army reinforcements in the pass had already climbed the city wall under the leadership of the officers of the team. The long dragon composed of torches occupied the entire pass wall. The red armor of the Han army was as red as blood under the light of the fire.

The light soldiers of the Yellow Turbans under the wall were on the verge of collapse, and their morale dropped to the bottom due to the large number of casualties.

Some timid light soldiers could not help but move their footsteps and step back.

"Those who quit without permission, die!!!"

However, the military judge who was standing in the line and the supervising team had already stood behind them, and several sergeants who retreated were mercilessly beheaded on the spot.

Xu An was surrounded by a group of soldiers in the center of the army formation. The torches illuminated his face red, and even his eyes were blood red.

The cries of killing on the wall gradually weakened, Xu An raised the ring-headed sword in his hand and drew forward, shouting loudly, "Order the second squad of light soldiers to attack!"

"Hey—" "Hey—" "Hey—"

Xu Dawen, who was beside him, blew the wooden whistle hanging around his neck, and the short and sharp whistle spread throughout the entire battlefield. At the same time, the continuous horn sounded from the Central Army.

The remaining light soldiers of the Yellow Turbans in the front line slowly withdrew from the battlefield under the scolding of the officers.

"Back, back!"

The Han army on the wall couldn't help cheering loudly, holding their swords high, but soon the cheers on the wall stopped abruptly, because the Yellow Turbans from the Guanwai Brigade had already rushed up again.

"Boom--" "Boom--" "Boom--"

The fierce sound of war drums sounded on the wall, and the warriors of the Han army slammed the drums heavily on the war drums.

The sound of the drum beats the chest of the Han army soldiers who are closing the wall again and again.

"I am a mighty man!!!"

The commander of the Han army raised the ring-headed sword in his hand and roared up to the sky, venting the anger in his heart.

"mighty!!!"

The surrounding Han army soldiers slammed the halberds in their hands on the hard stone bricks, making a crisp sound.

The light soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army outside the pass approached the city wall again, and the morale of the Han army above the pass wall had also reached its peak.

Chapter 61 Bloody Battle

"kill!!!"

Zhentian's scream of killing sounded again, and Rolling Stone and Leimu kept falling from the tall wall of Jingxing Pass.

The sky was already white with fish belly, and the fighting in Jingxing Pass had almost never stopped. The bandits outside the pass seemed to be inexhaustible, and they attacked the pass like crazy.

It's already the fifth wave...

Lu Jun leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. Fortunately, the wall at Jingxing Pass was not long, and the five hundred Han troops were able to take turns defending. During the battle of defending the city, his physical strength is being rapidly consumed.

"Hey—" "Hey—" "Hey—"

There were three more short and sharp chirps, and there were hundreds of new troops wrapped in yellow turbans from outside the gate slowly.

Lu Jun looked through the small shooting hole in the wall, and by the morning sun, Lu Jun could see the scene outside the gate. On the official road, which was not too wide, there were crowds of people and flags fluttering, like a khaki ocean. .

The light soldiers of the Yellow Turbans came up again, and the heavy armoured troops not far from them had not attacked. Under the khaki-colored banner, a large flag was hunting in the air, embroidered with black thread. With a big "Xu" character.

Zhao Ji marched in the center of the army formation, looking at the tall and majestic wall not far away, he couldn't help feeling dry for a while, and looked at the robe next to him from the corner of his eye, Zhao Ji felt a little more at ease.

After the First World War in the Mountain Road, his super long was promoted to the team leader, and he was also promoted to super long by him.

At this time, it was already dawn, and the blue bricks on the wall were clearly visible to everyone. In the middle of the night, countless sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army fell under the wall, and the air was filled with a suffocating and rich bloody smell.

The ladder was put on the wall again,

"call out--"

A sharp wooden whistle blared.

The light soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army under the wall stepped through the blood pool, and the surging crowd rushed up the ladder with a loud whistle.

Huge khaki waves slapped on the wall of Jingjingguan, causing countless waves.

Countless boulders fell on the wall again, and the light soldiers of the Yellow Turbans marching on the ladder fell like raindrops.

The location of Jingjing Pass is too narrow for the tens of thousands of troops to deploy. Every time the Han army on the wall faces the Yellow Turban army, there are not many.

There was still a gentle slope outside the pass wall, which made the Yellow Turbans' attack even more difficult. Xu An didn't notice these situations when they were inside Jingjing Pass.

But the current situation is already difficult to ride a tiger. Xu An even began to worry about whether the reinforcements of the Han army would support Jingjingguan. Although he was very sure at the military meeting at the time, it was only to persuade Huang Long to stabilize the military.

If Jingjing is not good for this battle, Xu An's prestige built by beheading the three Taihang Mountain bandits will definitely be greatly reduced, and there may even be a mutiny.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army had already suffered 500 casualties in the pass, and the large number of casualties made the morale of the army even more low.

Behind Xu An's army, in the camp where Gong Du and Huang Long were stationed, there were faint signs of commotion. The grievances of the army were accumulating, and the moment it reached its peak, it was the moment when the army collapsed.

There were stumps and broken arms in front of him, and some of the sergeants who fell from the ladder were still not out of breath, and the bruises flowed out of their mouths, lying on the pile of corpses and mourning.

"call out--"

The hurried wooden whistle suddenly sounded in Zhao Ji's ears, Zhao Ji knew that it was their turn to attack the city...

The one who survived with Zhao Ji was the current leader of their team. When the wooden whistle sounded, this fanatical yellow angel raised the dazzling ring-headed sword in his hand, and strode forward. On the ladder.

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

The Yellow Turbans that have been pressed up are different from the previous ones, almost all of them are followers of Taiping Dao...

Soon, the Han army on the wall understood what it means to be fanatical. The yellow turban army wearing heavy armor led the charge, and even the flags representing the colony and the army officers were rapidly approaching the cloud ladder.

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

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

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

The slogans were overwhelmingly slapped on the wall.

"Kill!!!"

Under the long battle, the crenels of the Han army's defense gradually appeared gaps under the impact of this group of fanatical believers of Taiping Taoism.

The first Yellow Turban sergeant climbed to the top of the city, and although he soon fell under the swords of the Han Army soldiers, more Yellow Turbans poured into the wall.

"Stop them!"

Lu Jun waved the ring-head knife in his hand and beheaded a Yellow Turban army chief who had just jumped out of the crenel. The sharp ring-head knife almost cut off the head of the Yellow Turban army chief, but such a bloody scene It did not frighten the sergeant who came up later.

More Yellow Turban sergeants rushed to the wall.

"die!"

Lu Jun shouted violently, and the ring-head knife in his hand slashed towards a sergeant of the Yellow Turban Army in front of him.

"what!!!"

The sharp ring-head knife effortlessly cut through the leather armor of the Yellow Turban sergeant, and the blade cut through his fragile abdomen in an instant.

A Yellow Turban soldier with a flag stuck on his back, with a ferocious face, charged towards Lu Jun with a roar.

Lu Jun wiped off the blood on the knife with his sleeve, stepped forward and turned his wrist, a snow-white light of the knife suddenly appeared.

The halberd in the hands of the Yellow Turban Army Chief fell to the ground, and knelt on the ground with his hands covering his neck, blood flowing from the gaps in his hands.

"Ugh——"

The low-pitched horn sounded at the top of the city, and the sound of the war drums became more and more urgent. The Han army soldiers who were waiting to rest behind the wall hurried to the emergency crenel.

"it's time……"

Looking at Jingjingguan in the sun, Xu Anqiang pulled out the ring-head knife around his waist, and the Han army who was closed was already exhausted.

The sound of the sharp blade unsheathed alarmed the soldiers around Xu An, and everyone's eyes turned to Xu An under the command of the general.

Xu An pulled out the ring-headed sword around his waist and swung it forward vigorously. The sound of a thousand victories resounded from the throats of the hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers beside him. They raised the ringed-headed sword in their hands. Holding up the sturdy curved edge shield in his hand, he followed Xu An's pace and rushed forward.

"call out----"

The shrill whistle rang throughout the battlefield.

Lu Jun on the wall clenched the ring sword in his hand. He knew that the final test was coming. Looking back at the east, the sun had completely jumped out of the mountains, but on the official road in the distance, the red flag of the Han army It still didn't appear, and he also guessed something in his heart...

Although Xu An took the lead in the charge, the armored soldiers beside him would not really let the main general stand at the forefront of the army formation, and more and more armored soldiers on both sides and behind crossed Xu An's flag.

Chapter 62 Scramble

The whistle from the central army clearly reached the ears of everyone in the front line of the Yellow Turbans.

Huang San, who was commanding the siege, heard the whistle of the central army, and shook his body involuntarily. When he looked back, he saw Xu An's general flag approaching the wall.

Huang San was the military officer who commanded this formation to attack Jingxing Pass. Originally, he just wanted to launch a few attacks according to the previous formations, and then retreat when the Chinese army's whistle came, but what Huang San did not expect was , Xu An actually led the team to press him up.

Huang San turned his head and took another look at the wall that was shouting and killing. If he let Xu An rush in front of him, I'm afraid this military officer would do it too.

"call out--"

Huang San violently blew the wooden whistle on his neck, gritted his teeth and pushed away the guards beside him, then took a few steps up the ladder, jumping up and down, like an ape in the mountains.

The yellow turban army chiefs around saw that Huang San, as a military waiter, took the lead in climbing the ladder, and hurriedly ordered the sergeant to approach the ladder.

The military law formulated by Xu An stipulates that when facing the enemy, if Quanqu retreats, only one soldier will be killed.

If Huang San was killed in battle, they would not have achieved much military exploits. After returning to the camp, the military judge had no choice but to lead the way to death.

The rushing whistle fluctuated continuously in the Yellow Turban army formation under the wall. The troops of each team in the Yellow Turban army formation and the long khaki-colored flags rushed up the ladder one after another. move up.

For a time, the entire Yellow Turban Army in the front line pressed against the wall. Most of the Yellow Turban Army in this line were originally fanatical Taiping Taoists, not to mention the strict military discipline forcing them.

Huang San jumped down from the cloud ladder like a flying swallow, and at the crenel in front of him stood a Han army commander with a ring-headed sword, but before the Han army commander could react, Huang San He swung two hatchets and attacked his head.

Hearing the sound of "bang", although the axe blade did not cut through the black iron armor worn on the head of Shi Chang of the Han army, the huge impact directly shook him to death on the spot.

"Dang..."

The ring-headed sword in the hand of the Han army chief fell on the stone brick of the wall with a crisp sound, and the burly body fell softly to the ground, and blood slowly flowed out from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices. .

A Han army corporal on one side reacted and charged straight towards Huang San with the halberd in his hand. He roared hysterically, trying to kill the Yellow Turbans who killed his Shangguan.

Huang San laughed, took an axe from the left, and the short axe smashed firmly on the halberd of the Han army corporal leader. The body smashed and almost lost his balance.

How could Huang San miss such a great opportunity, the short axe in his right hand made a semicircle in the air, and slashed sharply at the corporal of the Han army.

With the whistling sound of the wind, the short axe was firmly embedded in the left shoulder of the Han army corporal. The iron shoulder armor could not defend against Huang San's short axe.

The severe pain caused large drops of sweat to flow from the forehead of the Han army corporal, and his body fell directly to the ground, and the halberd in his hand also fell on the floor tiles.

Huang San raised his left foot against the corporal of the Han army who was still screaming. With his right hand, he pulled out the short axe from the shoulder of the corporal of the Han army. A bloody arrow rushed out and splashed. Huang San's face filled with a bit of ferocity to Huang San's hideous face.

The figures of the Han army reappeared in front of them, but their faces under the helmets showed an irresistible look of fear. This ugly-faced man with five short statures easily killed their Shangguan in just one breath.

Huang San grinned, holding the hatchet in both hands and turning his wrist, the hatchet drew a circle on both sides of him with the sound of wind.

However, no one from the Han army around dared to step forward.

But not far away, a team leader of the Han army noticed the situation here, and he was coming to support with his guards.

only……

Behind Huang San, more and more Yellow Turban officers in heavy armor appeared at the head of the city.

"kill!!!"

The grim-faced Huang San rushed forward hysterically. The soldiers and light soldiers behind him were urged by Huang San to move forward together.

The fighting on the wall has reached a fever pitch. Although the Han army is desperately resisting, the balance of victory is slowly beginning to skew toward the Yellow Turbans.

One after another, the Han army soldiers fell under the swords of the Yellow Turbans. Lu Jun rushed there with his personal guards, and was able to block this wave of offensive, but several other defense lines also became precarious. up.

Even some soldiers of the Han army have begun to slowly lean towards the stairs of the city wall...

Xu An stepped on the ladder, and the crimson shirt was blown up in the strong wind. All the Yellow Turbans in Guan and Guan were focused on him, and the [-] soldiers raised their swords and shouted in unison.

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

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

Countless Yellow Turban sergeants also shouted together, and the shouts resounded through the mountains.