The World of Yellow Sky

Under the khaki flag, stands their general!

Two hundred yellow angels chanted the scriptures of Taiping Dao in the thunder, and thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers shouted Wansheng under the lightning.

Xu An held the Taiping Jing tightly in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. The chapter on short-term weather forecasting in the Taiping Jing is quite reliable.

The clouds and mist between the arms are like the mountains, and they are wrapped around the mountainside, not on the top of the mountain. This is a sign of rain. Standing on the tower before, Xu An was not only thinking about whether to take the initiative to attack, but also observing the "Taiping Jing" meteorological.

When he predicted that there would be a heavy rain, the scout sent an order again, and when the Han army's camp moved to Shi Chuang Mountain, he understood that Xu An understood that the opportunity had come.

A rainstorm can change a lot of things.

Like making an army blind...

The Han army was large and divided into two villages. Zhang He led the main force to be stationed on the top of Shikuian Mountain, while Gao Lan led more than [-] infantrymen to station on a hill beside Shikuian Mountain.

The raindrops that fell from the sky were almost connected into lines, and the heavy rain poured down from the sky like a collapsed sky.

The gates of the Han army’s camp on Shi Chuang Mountain were wide open, and teams of drenched scouts quickly returned to the camp. The muddy road made it more difficult for the horses to travel, and even Han army scouts were caught from their horses. Fall was injured.

These Han army scouts were simply unable to clearly observe everything around them under the pouring rain and the howling wind.

Zhang He could only helplessly order the scouts to return to the camp to rest and recuperate. The rain was so heavy that if they were taken in the wilderness, all the scouts would fall ill in the army one day later.

The Han army's camp was not much better. When the sky was dark, Zhang He guessed that there might be rain, so he made some preparations in advance, but what he didn't expect was that the degree of rain far exceeded his. expected.

Therefore, the Han army, who was preparing to bury the pot to cook at that time, was in a state of embarrassment by the sudden heavy rain. The fire for cooking was extinguished, and even a lot of rainwater was mixed into the food.

Temporary awnings are almost useless under heavy rain.

The sergeants who were guarding outside the tent were also completely wet, and the strong wind even blew down the tents that were not very stable.

Wet sergeants were crowded into one of the few tents, curled up in bedding to keep warm. Those sergeants who got wet had no way to start a fire in the cramped tents. They had to use cloth strips to keep themselves as dry as possible. , and then prayed that he would not catch the cold.

They don't really trust the so-called medics in the military.

"Rumble..."

Huge thunder echoed in the sky above Shi Crisp Mountain, and lightning pierced the sky from time to time.

Yan Liang and Wen Chou walked out of the military tent side by side, and their armors were soaked by the torrential rain.

"Could it be God's will?"

Zhang He felt a little dejected. Seeing that he was about to approach Jingxing Pass to save the Yellow Turbans who wanted to destroy the rebellion, who knew that the heavy rain would completely defeat his plan.

Wen Chou glanced at the restless Zhang He, frowned and said, "This is the end of the matter, what's the use of self-pity, the most important thing at the moment is to check the situation of the sergeants in the camp, I don't know how many sergeants will be infected by this heavy rain. Wind chill."

……

Sticking to Jingxing Pass, with thousands of county soldiers outside the pass, it is impossible to capture Jingxing. It can be said that there is no danger at all.

However, Xu An chose to advance lightly and only brought three thousand soldiers into battle. He was going to face the famous Hebei Sitingzhu outside the customs.

He didn't know what was wrong with him so he had to take the initiative to attack.

Perhaps he thought it was such a heavy rain that the Han army decided that the Yellow Turban army, who was chased and fled like a lost dog, would take the initiative to attack.

Perhaps he wanted to confirm the "Tai Ping Jing" in his hand, so as to establish his prestige among the Yellow Turbans.

Or maybe he was just blinded by anger, he wanted a hearty victory to wash away the shame of being chased by the Han army after Quyang's defeat.

But now it doesn't matter what the reason is. Xu An has led three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers to a place that is no more than seven miles away from the Han army camp.

The heavy rain fell like a rain, but the Yellow Turban soldiers who were marching on the extremely muddy road had no complaints at all. Their morale was high, and everyone's face was full of enthusiasm.

Now in the hearts of the Yellow Turban soldiers, Xu An is the incarnation of Huang Tian in the world.

"There is an order, the whole army will stop!"

"There is an order, the whole army will stop!"

"There is an order, the whole army will stop!"

Under the command of the military flag and the scolding of the colonel, the queue slowly stopped moving forward.

There was no more commotion in the crowd, and every order of Xu An could now be unconditionally obeyed.

Xu Anli was under the torrential rain, the torrential rain poured into his armor, the cold rain eroded his robes, and gradually made him wake up from the state of anger.

His heart was beating violently, and Xu An was lost. Now he finally felt scared. When he came out, his anger completely covered his eyes.

What he had to face was nearly [-] well-trained Han Dynasty soldiers, the most powerful army of this era.

Chapter 77 Wind and Rain Stone Crisp Mountain ([-])

The mountain wind whistled as cold as water, and the trees and pines murmured in the rainstorm.

Xu An let out a sigh of turbidity, the khaki flag had stopped, and the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers behind him had also stopped.

Xu An had never believed in gods before, but when he came to this troubled world inexplicably, he began to have some awe.

Xu An stopped the advancing army, and he wanted to do divination for this battle.

The generals of the Yellow Turban Army followed Xu An, and countless pairs of scorching eyes focused on Xu An.

Xu An shook the tortoise shell in his hand, hearing the sound of the rainstorm and the sound of the people and the ground, his heart calmed down little by little, and the fear was leaving his chest little by little.

In the swaying wind and rain, more than [-] soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were like a boat in the sky.

Xu An took out the copper coin from the turtle shell and placed it in the palm of his left hand.

He carefully observed the lines of the copper coins, and everyone stared nervously at Xu An's face, trying to see a clue from his face.

Under everyone's attention, Xu An clenched his left fist, raised it high, and shouted hysterically, "This is a good fight!!!"

"Good luck!!!"

A group of generals responded to Xu An with their weapons held high.

The results of the divination spread through the entire queue like a gust of wind, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers knew the results of the divination.

So people shouted in unison.

"Good luck!!!"

"Good luck!!!"

"Good luck!!!"

The wind and rain drifted, but it did not quench the blood in the hearts of the Yellow Turbans.

"Everyone!"

Xu An rode his horse and galloped on the muddy road.

The three thousand soldiers all stared at each other.

"Please entrust your life to me!!"

"promise!!!"

The Three Thousand Yellow Turbans responded with a bang.

Xu An laughed wildly, raised the halberd in his hand and slammed it forward, the jujube red horse under his crotch let out a long neigh.

"Get out!!!"

There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky, and several lightning bolts flashed past, illuminating the entire dim earth in an instant.

"There is an order for you to go out!"

"There is an order for you to go out!"

"There is an order for you to go out!"

The military orders were passed down one level at a time, and the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers turned around in unison. They followed the khaki flag, braving the strong wind and heavy rain, surging towards the Shikuan Mountain.

……

The Han army who came in pursuit did not bring anything to keep out the rain, so when the heavy rain came, the only thing they could do was to make a bowl of hot soup to warm the cold body.

Zhang He ordered the sergeant in charge of logistics to boil most of the meat he brought into the porridge. With the efforts of the sergeants, the sergeants in the camp finally drank the warm broth.

The rainstorm still did not stop, and the Han army guarding the wall also hid under the wall, leaving only a few simple watchtowers on which several Han army bowmen with bows and crossbows observed the situation.

But in reality their attention was not beyond the camp walls at all, but on the steaming broth on the ground.

No one in the Han army had ever thought about the possibility of the Yellow Turbans attacking the camp. Those who were beaten by the Yellow Turbans had already been frightened.

What's more, in such a heavy rain, normally it is impossible to fight and march at all, and the vulnerable troops will even collapse in the heavy rain.

Zhang He drank two cups of wine in the tent to warm his icy body. He always felt a little strange and uneasy in his heart. He looked at Yan Liang and Wen Chou in the tent.

Yan Liang was drinking the broth, wondering what he was thinking, while Wen Chou was standing on the topographic map of mountains and rivers observing the terrain.

The sergeant's laughter came from outside the tent, which made Zhang He feel a little calmer. Zhang He shook his head, only thinking that he was too concerned about the yellow turban that let go outside the gate, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

……

A sergeant above the watchtower suddenly put down his hand and drank almost the broth. He stood up and looked nervously at the dimly lit ground outside.

He just heard an abnormal sound, like a human shout.

But apart from the torrential rain and the roar of thunder, there was no other change.

"Did you hear anything?"

The other two sergeants on the watchtower huddled by the wall and did not stand up.

"With such a heavy rain, you still want to go out to the camp to investigate? Don't cause the wind chill."

The sergeant who got up to check stopped for a while, but chose to sit down again.

The rain was really heavy, and the wind was blowing, and he just stood up to investigate, and half of his armor was wet with the rain.

……

Under the cover of torrential rain and strong winds, the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers had arrived at the foot of Shikui Mountain.

Shibian Mountain is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is just a relatively large hill with an altitude of less than [-] meters. This is why Zhang He chose to camp in Shibian Mountain.

Xu An could already see the low wall of the Han army camp, as well as the red flags on the wall that were hunting in the strong wind.

However, there were no soldiers guarding the walls of the Han army, and there were no sergeants even on the watchtower.

The sergeants of the Han army have all left their positions to find a place to shelter from the rain. No one thought that there would be a daring army who would brave the rainstorm to attack.

Therefore, Zhang He also lost his prudence and did not arrange for a sergeant on duty.

……

The stagnant water on the ground was stepped on by the boots of the Yellow Turbans, and the mud spots were almost covered with the body of the advancing soldiers. The splashing yellow mud dyed the clothes and armor of the Yellow Turbans into khaki.

The splashed water scattered around, forming a mist in front of the Yellow Turbans.

Xu An's halberd slammed down, and loudly ordered: "Da Jing sends orders! The whole army assaults!!!"

He rode on a jujube red horse and rode on the mud with difficulty. The torrential rain almost obscured all his sight, but he knew that they were not too far from the Han army camp.

Xu An guessed right, they were only less than 200 meters away from the Han army camp.

"There is an order! The whole army assaults!!!"

"There is an order! The whole army assaults!!!"

"There is an order! The whole army assaults!!!"

The Yellow Turban Army did not hide their whereabouts anymore. When the military order was passed down, all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army shouted at the same time. Shocking war roars came from their throats, even overshadowing the thunder in the sky.

A huge lightning flashed across, illuminating the dim earth as bright as day.

The Han army sentries on the watchtower saw the most terrifying thing in their life. Countless armored soldiers wrapped in yellow scarves and with fierce faces were climbing over the low wall, and behind them were endless yellow tides!

The khaki-colored torrent formed by three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers slammed on the low wall of the Han army, making a loud noise!

The Han army camp was crumbling under the slap of the khaki flood...

Chapter 78 Stormy Stone Crisp Mountain ([-])

The noise of people outside the tent was getting louder and louder, and even the sound of the rainstorm and the roaring thunder could not be completely covered.

"Somewhat something is wrong."

Zhang He's heart sank, and he smelled a dangerous breath.