The World of Yellow Sky

Wen Chou finally led the crowd to arrive, and Zhang Yan's cavalry did not dare to stop the Han army's armored cavalry.

The two Han cavalry were like two sharp knives, inserted into the heart of the army formation.

The military waiting flags in the formation swayed and fell down weakly.

The five sergeants who stayed behind had already been broken by two in just a few moments.

Wang Xun was already stunned, and the defeat was too sudden. He did not expect that the incoming Han cavalry was even more brave than the Han cavalry they fought against outside Yingtao City.

"Retreat! Mingzheng!!!!"

"Mingzheng!"

Wu Xun ordered loudly, and soon there was a clear and crisp sound of gongs in the army, and the sergeants of the other two teams of Zhang Yan's army rushed towards Jingxing Pass as if they had been pardoned.

As soon as the retreat sounded, Yan Liang and Wen Chou found out at the same time.

How could Yan Liang and Wen Chou not seize such an opportunity, the neighing sound of the horses of life suddenly sounded, and in just a short while, the Han cavalry who were chasing and killing the ruthless enemy joined the cavalry formation one after another.

Hundreds of Han army armored and cavalry soldiers joined together and charged straight towards Zhang Yan's troops who were evacuating not far away.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The war drum sounded, and a huge war drum in Zhang Yan's army was struck.

Wang Xun did not retreat, and the soldiers under his command were still lined up on the official road.

The Han army will definitely pursue it. If everyone retreats, who else will break the line for the army?

Accompanied by the sound of the fierce drums, Zhang Yan's cavalry, who had been wandering outside the battlefield, finally moved.

In fact, most of the time, the duty of the rebel cavalry is to sacrifice, to use their lives to delay the pursuit of the Han army's cavalry, so all the soldiers of the cavalry enjoy the best treatment of course.

Wang Xun held the ring-headed sword at his waist, his knuckles were already white, and the sound of the war drums passed through the chests of every sergeant of Zhang Yan's army in the army, and then passed forward and fell into their horse team.

This group of knights with their heads wrapped in yellow scarves, riding low horses, waving their swords, rushed towards the charging Han army armored cavalry without hesitation.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Hundreds of Yellow Turban knights shouted in unison, and the Yellow Tide and the Red Tide slapped together violently.

The neighing of war horses, the screaming and killing of knights, the percussion of Jin Ge colliding, and the sound of swords breaking into flesh all sounded at the same time in an instant, forming an epic movement.

The khaki flags fell in pieces, the yellow tide was slowly disappearing, and the noisy sound slowly faded away, and the red tide ruthlessly devoured the yellow tide.

The Voice of Wansheng perished in the red tide.

Wang Xun's chest seemed to be suffocating, blocking his heart, making him breathless. Even though he saw more life and death, his eyes were still blurred involuntarily.

Wang Xun pulled out the ring-shaped sword around his waist and shouted with all his strength, "Wan Sheng!!!"

The sergeants of Zhang Yan's army in the array responded with hoarse voices to their military Sima.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The voice of Wansheng resounded in the army again.

This time, the shouting was stronger than before, I don't know how many times, the death of Pao Ze aroused the anger in their hearts, behind them are their family members, their own Pao Ze, they have no way to retreat.

The Han cavalry roared, and the sound of the drums in the army was still unbroken.

"Without bleeding, fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Countless sergeants of Zhang Yan's army roared loudly, facing the charging Han army armored cavalry.

The two sergeants of Zhang Yan's army who retreated on the official road have already re-arranged the army not far behind them, and the khaki flags fluttered in the wind.

Countless feathered arrows shot out from the Han army's cavalry formation, and the Han army's cavalry formation turned a corner in front of their formation and ran to the left.

Wave after wave of arrows fell into the tight army formation, causing countless screams.

One after another, the sergeants of Zhang Yan's army fell under the arrows like locusts, but they were soon replaced by new sergeants.

But without the cavalry guarding the wings, and without the infantry equipped with long-range weapons, it was like a piece of fat in the eyes of the high-speed cavalry.

What's more, the cavalry generals of the Han army were Yan Liang and Wen Chou.

There was another dense rain of arrows. Wen Chou shot three people in a row, slammed into the horse's belly, and the horse rushed into the formation. The sergeants of Zhang Yanjun all around rushed up, and the horse lance in Wen Chou's hand instantly lit up in the formation. Several peach blossoms and the sergeants of Zhang Yanjun who had come up all fell to the ground.

The Han Qi in the Mercedes-Benz swarmed like a shark that smelled blood.

The elite Han cavalry cut the gap. Although Zhang Yan's soldiers resisted desperately, how could manpower be able to compete with the tall horses.

The pace of the Han cavalry charge did not stop because of this. Under the leadership of Yan Liang and Wen Chou, the armored cavalry of the Han army was like a huge war machine that had already been launched, mercilessly harvesting one after another of Zhang Yanjun sergeants. life.

The cavalry formation of the Han army had pierced through the formation of Zhang Yan's army, and the armored cavalry of the Han army was raging in the formation...

The army formation had been shattered in less than a moment under the iron hooves of the Han army's armored cavalry.

I don't know how long it took, the knights of the Han army gradually moved away. Wang Xun leaned on the halberd and put most of his body weight on the halberd. He gasped and stood under the tall Sima army's flag, and he was still lying down beside him. The corpses of three Han armoured cavalry.

There were only standing sergeants around him, and there were only a dozen or so blood-soaked remnants left.

The knights of the Han army did not attack again, they stopped not far from the flag.

The corpse was strewn all over the land, and the sergeant in the yellow turban who was still standing was staggering, walking slowly towards the khaki military flag, and more people were already sleeping on the ground.

Chapter 73 Yan Liang

Wang Xun looked up at the dim sky, the suffocation in his chest had dissipated, and he knew that the time for his soul to return to the yellow sky was coming.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

He shouted loudly in a hoarse voice, the sergeants around him all focused on him, and they all did their best to respond loudly to their Sima.

"When the year is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!"

The voices of dozens of people, but they were as loud as hundreds of people, intertwined and merged into one piece, soaring into the sky!

"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!"

Yan Liang and Wen Chou quietly looked at Sergeant Zhang Yanjun under the khaki army.

This group of sergeants with rudimentary armor actually withstood the charge of the armored cavalry, and they have not yet been defeated. They are not the fanatical Taiping Dao believers, nor the fanatical Yellow Angels.

"This group of thieves is a little different."

Yan Liang looked at the military flag not far away with a solemn expression.

"Behind you are your family, and anyone will work hard."

Wen Chou shook Ma Leng in the handshake and let out a suffocating breath.

In the cavalry formation behind him, there were no more slaughtering noises and cluttered human voices, only the heavy sniffing of the warhorses. Perhaps the atmosphere was too dull, and the warhorses in the cavalry formation were scrambling uneasy on the ground.

"At the end of the day, most people just can't survive, and who wants to really rebel..."

Severe pain came from the shoulders, blood flowed out of Wang Xun's robe, he gritted his teeth, and even made a harsh grinding sound because of the force.

"Kick kick kick..."

The crisp sound of horse hooves was particularly clear on the silent official road.

Wang Xun raised his head and saw a member of the Han army cavalry formation, a Jinpao cavalry general walking out of the formation single-handedly. Wang Xun recognized the cavalry general, even if it turned to ashes.

The cavalry general took the armored cavalry of the Han army and broke through the two army formations under his command.

The golden-robed knight asked, "What's your name?"

Although one person faced more than thirty or forty people, the Jinpao general remained calm.

Wang Xun was a little surprised, looking at the Jinpao Cavalry not far away for a moment, he didn't understand why he asked this question, but he still answered the Jinpao Cavalry's words.

"Wang Xun."

The Jinpao Cavalry was Yan Liang who was wearing the Southern Kingdom's Shu Jin Baihua Pao. He recited Wang Xun's name several times, nodded solemnly, and said, "Wang Xun, I've written it down."

Yan Liang wrote down Wang Xun's name, and when his mind changed, he asked, "Why are you rebelling?"

"Rebellious?"

As if he heard something funny, Wang Xun burst into laughter, almost out of breath, and even burst into tears.

"The world is in chaos, and plagues are spreading everywhere, and the emperor of the Han family has to give away taxes! How could there be any food in my waiting family!!!"

"Dare to ask the general, should I starve to death at home when I'm waiting for the promotion of the peasants?"

Wang Xun roared, shouting hoarsely, venting the depression in his heart.

Yan Liang rode on the dark clouds and treading the snow without saying a word. He had been in the military camp for a long time and had no idea about the situation of the people. Even if he knew, as a military officer, he could not do anything.

No wonder the more than ten "Jingguans" outside Xiaquyang and Guangzong City have no effect. The rebellion in Jizhou is still one after another, like bamboo shoots after rain.

Yan Liang originally thought that they were just being deceived by the believers who were brainwashed by Taiping Dao, but today's mysterious question made Yan Liang realize that something was wrong.

The truth does not seem to be the general propaganda of the government...

Yan Liang let out a breath of turbid air, raised the knife between his eyebrows, turned over and jumped off the war horse.

"Everyone is willing to submit to me, someone is the Sima Yanliang of the Han army. If you surrender, you must treat each other with courtesy."

Yan Liang really had a heart of sympathy. These soldiers were quite determined. If they were trained as personal soldiers and used in battle, it would be a great help.

The sergeants all around looked at Wang Xun standing at the flag, but they all held the swords in their hands tightly.

"No need..."

Wang Xun looked at the sergeants around him and nodded lightly, he already knew the answer.

Yan Liang took the knife between his eyebrows and stepped forward, stepping over the corpses of the fallen soldiers.

Two sergeants of Zhang Yan's army, holding long swords horizontally, swooped from the left and the right...

A leader of Zhang Yanjun's team, standing with a ring-headed sword, roared and charged...

One sergeant after another fell under Yan Liang's knife between the eyebrows, and the thick blood slowly dripped onto the corpse on the ground along the curved surface of the knife between the eyebrows.

In battle, courage is not the root of everything, training, martial arts, military formation, and discipline are all important.

Wang Xun used a large Han sword to stand on the ground against his buttocks to support his bruised body so that he would not fall down, and clenched the halberd with both hands.

There was no other sergeant beside him, only the golden-robed general who came slowly.

Wang Xun exerted strength with his feet, stood up with all his might, and thrust his halberd straight at Yan Liang's chest.

Yan Liang clenched the knife between the eyebrows with both hands, and with a violent force, it danced like a windmill.

As soon as the light of the knife appeared, the sharp knife between the eyebrows slashed Wang Xun's throat with a single stroke, and a curtain of blood splattered out, dyeing the Shu Brocade Hundred Flowers Robe from the southern country red.

Wang Xun held the gap in his neck and collapsed weakly beside the khaki Sima Banner. He slept with his robe and his sergeant. Together with his comrades, his soul returned to Huang Tian.

"咴-"

The dark clouds and the snow slowly stepped to Yan Liang's side, and a dry horse also came to the front.

Yan Liang stood in place, unable to calm down for a long time.

On the official road in the distance, there was a sound of people neighing, khaki flags covered the official road, accompanied by strange screams, countless sergeants wrapped in yellow scarves entered the battlefield, and the horse team whistled in front of the battle. A khaki-yellow flag of a tall general appeared in the eyes of Yan Liang and Wen Chou.

Wen Chou knew that it must be the reinforcements of the troops who rushed to the rear of the palace.

"Let's go..."

Yan Liang turned on his horse and lost his previous fighting spirit.

"General, this flag..."

A knight reminded that Yan Liang did not cut off the military flag belonging to Wang Xun, and Wang Xun's khaki-colored military Sima flag was still stuck among the corpses everywhere.

Yan Liang didn't answer, he instigated the reins to turn the horse's head and walked towards the rear.

In the mountains in the distance, the sun was only a little bright, and the setting sun was like blood. The official road was full of corpses, and there was a dead silence. The chasing Han Qi took the dead robe and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

When the last red flag disappeared from Gong Du's field of vision, the sun also fell between the mountains, and the darkness eroded little by little to the earth.

Chapter 74 The Eve of the Great War