The World of Yellow Sky

Yan Liang and Wen Chou reacted almost at the same time as Zhang He.

"Ugh——"

The low-pitched horn sounded in the Han army camp finally, and the Han army in the camp finally realized that the situation was not good.

But it was too late, the wolves had already poured into the camp!

"Wan Sheng!"

More than a dozen warriors of the Yellow Turban Army pushed the thick ramming wood and slammed it against the camp gate.

"Oh!"

The impact of the ramming wood made a loud noise at the camp gate, and the weak camp gate made a sour noise under the heavy blow of the ramming wood.

"Tiger!" "Tiger!" "Tiger!!!"

The warriors of the Yellow Turbans shouted their horns and slammed the ramming wood against the Han army's camp gate again and again.

"call out----"

The sharp wooden whistle spread throughout the entire Yellow Turban formation. The soldiers of the Yellow Turbans built the short ladders they were carrying on the wall, and waves of Yellow Turban soldiers climbed over under the leadership of the generals at all levels. past the wall.

Countless back flags and various military flags were erected high on the low wall, marching forward in the sound of a wave of victory.

The sergeants defending the wall of the Han army's wall did not have the slightest precaution at all. In order to avoid the rain, these sergeants who were supposed to be in charge of guarding the Han army ran into tents or rested under the canopy, drinking warm broth and rice porridge.

The Han army on the periphery had almost no organization at all. They were caught off guard by the Yellow Turbans who came by surprise. One after another, the Han army fell under the sharp blades of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Their heads became the military merits on the waists of the Yellow Turbans.

"Bang!!!"

After a loud bang, followed by a harsh cracking sound, the camp gate of the Han army camp was finally slammed open.

The torrential rain did not dampen Xu An Xin's blood, and the camp gate opened.

Xu An jumped his horse in front, holding a halberd in his hand, and the jujube red horse leaped into the camp with a long neigh. The more than [-] knights of the Yellow Turban Army behind him were not far behind, and they all rushed into the Han army camp.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Xu An roared loudly, as if to calm the anger in his chest.

A group of knights followed with thunderous hoofs, and the khaki flag was as bright as a beacon in the dark. All the yellow turban soldiers who could see the big flag were madly killing the flag in the direction of the flag. .

And the direction of the Daqi flag is the Han army's handsome tent, Zhang He's residence!

……

Zhang He didn't have time to put on his armor, so he rushed out of the handsome tent wearing only the shirt. The storm was no longer as violent as before. The sergeants around the handsome tent were also organized under the command of the generals at all levels.

Zhang He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the enemy was still on the periphery, and the situation could still be recovered.

"Jun Yi, I'm going to Dongying!"

Wen Chou mentioned Ma Lan, turned over and stepped onto the war horse beside the handsome tent, shouted at Zhang He, and rushed into the rain without waiting for Zhang He to speak.

Zhang He didn't say a word. The enemy army came from the west. I'm afraid that the periphery was already a mess. Wen Chou went to the east to consolidate the army at this time. It was indeed the best way.

"Report!"

A member of the Han army scout, soaked and scarred, stumbled over from the rain curtain. Seeing that Zhang He had no time to speak, he stumbled to the ground.

"Yellow scarf, yellow scarf..."

The scout of the Han army struggled to get up from the muddy ground, and muttered to tell Zhang He about the military situation on the front line, but the blood gradually draining from the wound made his sanity more and more blurred, and he became more and more sleepy...

He finally hadn't said it yet, and when Zhang He approached, the last gleam in the eyes of the Han army scouts disappeared.

The heavy rain was slowly cessation, but the screams of killing were getting louder and louder, and the rumbling of hooves rang in Zhang He's ears.

"The enemy is still on the periphery, please go first!"

Zhang He's personal soldiers came forward. They were all Zhang He's most trusted subordinates. For them, everyone's life, even the outcome of the battle, was not as important as Zhang He's life.

"I can't go. If the Chinese army's banner falls and the [-]-strong army is defeated, what face will I have to see the old general!"

Zhang He mounted his war horse, raised his spear, looked around at the sergeant in the rain, and roared up to the sky: "Be loyal to the country, just today, follow me to kill thieves!!"

"kill!"

The Han army sergeants who had gathered in large groups responded with a bang, and rushed forward frantically after Zhang He's horse.

……

The continuous tents blocked the advance of the Yellow Turbans to a certain extent, and the Han army, who had slowed down, also began to counterattack under the leadership of the general.

The formation of the Yellow Turbans gradually became scattered, and the attack turned into a melee.

The sergeants of the Han army and the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans fought fiercely in every camp, every stronghold, and every open space.

However, when the Yellow Turbans suddenly attacked, the Han army was completely unprepared.

When the two armies fought, one side had no armor to defend itself, and it was still hasty to fight, and the result was predictable.

……

"kill!"

Xu An waved his halberd and pierced a Han army who had just run out of the military tent. The armored cavalry behind him even trampled some of the military tent to the ground. The tent became their coffin.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and it was almost inaudible in the heavy rain, and several hatchets cut through the rain curtain and came quickly.

Unprepared, three or four Yellow Turban knights in the cavalry formation fell straight down, and were trampled into flesh by the following horses.

Xu An's head jumped wildly, and one of the knights who had just fallen from the arrow was a step to his left.

"there!"

Gong Du raised his long-handled battle-axe and pointed to the side. There was an army formation of more than 40 people, surrounded by a Han army officer.

The Han army's formation seemed to be orderly, but most of the people didn't have time to put on their armor. When they saw the attention of the Yellow Turbans, they were a little panicked. The soldiers in the front row worked hard to stabilize the halberds in their hands. , want to form an army.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

"Kill the past!"

Xu An roared, pulled the reins, and deflected the direction of the war horse.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

A group of knights roared loudly and rushed straight away with Xu An.

The distance of twenty paces was only a matter of seconds for the warhorse. Several short axes flew out from the Yellow Turban cavalry, and one of them was directly embedded in his leather.

The rest of the axe also had their own merits, knocking down a few Han army soldiers with halberds in the front of the army.

When the horseshoe of the Yellow Turbans stepped into the army, the result was already doomed.

Chapter 79 Stormy Stone Crisp Mountain ([-])

This army formation consisting of only more than 30 people turned into a pile of corpses on the ground in a blink of an eye.

But they are the last line of defense of the Han army in front of the Han army commander.

The noise caused by the fighting here also attracted the attention of the Han army everywhere.

A palpitating killing intent has swept like a tide from the handsome tent not far away.

Xu An suddenly raised his head, a military horse rushed out from the handsome tent, and a red flag with a height of [-] feet appeared in front of Xu An.

Two cavalry generals led the crowd out, one of them did not wear armor and only covered a scarlet shirt on the outside. At this time, he was holding a bright silver gun horizontally, walking in the forefront of the Han army.

The other person was only a hundred paces behind the red-robed cavalry generals. He was not wearing any armor. He was covered in a brocade robe embroidered with hundreds of flowers.

Hebei Four Court Columns!

Xu An's heart sank, these two must be the commanders of this army, but he is not sure which two of them are in Hebei Sitingzhu, but it is not important on the battlefield now.

because……

No matter who they are, today's victory must belong to the Yellow Turbans!

"call out----"

Xu An whipped his whip, and the sharp wooden whistle sounded beside him along with the roar of thunder. The knights of the Yellow Turban Army swarmed out from behind him, and countless knights rushed out of the cavalry formation roaring.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army all around were shouting and slaughtering forward, and the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers were frantically moving towards Xu An.

"kill!!!"

Zhang He and Yan Liang did not hesitate to drive their horses to kill Xu An, and the khaki flag Zhang saw that this man was the commander of this daring Yellow Turban.

Although there were only dozens of Han knights behind Zhang He, they still charged forward without hesitation.

"kill!"

The low horns of the Han army were intertwined with the sharp wooden whistles of the Yellow Turbans.

All kinds of throwing weapons flew out from the cavalry formations on both sides, and in the undulating screams, the two phalanx formations fell from the horses one after another.

At a distance of dozens of steps, after the two sides threw two rounds of weapons, they were already close to each other.

On the muddy ground, countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army shouted forward and came to encircle the Han army knights.

Zhang He and Yan Liang smashed into the Yellow Turbans' cavalry formation like two heavy hammers, and a dozen people in the Yellow Turbans' cavalry formation were immediately cut off from their horses.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The knights of the Yellow Turban Army shouted in unison, madly killing the two generals, behind them was their general, and they had no reason to take a half step back.

"die!"

Zhang He's eyes widened in anger, a spear flower appeared in front of him, a blood hole appeared in the neck of a Yellow Turban cavalry general, blood gushed out like an arrow, and his strong body fell softly from the horse.

"call--"

The sound of breaking air suddenly sounded in his ears, and a black spot came quickly in front of Zhang He's eyes. He came in a hurry, and he didn't have his armor on.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the short axe that broke through the air was blocked by a knife between the eyebrows and fell weakly into the water on the ground.

"咴-"

The dark clouds stepped on the snow with a long hiss, and their hooves were raised high.

Zhang He looked back, Yan Liang was covered in blood, and there was no one behind them.

Only the two of them had completely defeated the cavalry of the Yellow Turbans, and the rest of the Han cavalry had all fallen on the road of confrontation.

The khaki flag was twenty steps in front of them, and the general of the Yellow Turban Army wearing a helmet with a feather feather was just below it.

There were only four or five knights sanitation beside him, but around him, more and more Yellow Turbans were marching in his direction.

One after another, the screaming sounds like a magic sound penetrated into the ears of Zhang He and Yan Liang. The Yellow Turban cavalry formation at the rear has also changed its cavalry formation, and more Yellow Turban soldiers have been killed.

"Boom--"

A flash of lightning flashed across, thunder sounded, and the howling wind violently passed through the camp of the Han army, sending a sound of mourning into the distance.

The two horses galloped towards Xu An.

The yellow turban soldiers behind Xu An had already rushed to the front, Xu Da looked at the front coldly, slashed the long knife in his hand, and ordered it loudly.

"Hatch!"

There was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and more than 40 throwing hatchets pierced through the heavy rain curtain and flew towards Zhang He and Yan Liang.

At the juncture of life and death, Zhang He hooked the stirrup with one foot and hid under the belly of the yellow horse.

The dark cloud under Yan Liang's crotch made a low hiss and ran to the side like lightning.

After all, the hatchet was not as accurate as the arrow, but there were still seven or eight hatchets smashed on Zhang He Huang Pyu's body.

"咴——"

The Huang Pyu horse let out a whimper and ran forward a few more steps. With a whimper, he fell to the muddy ground. Zhang He's eyes were completely cracked. At the last moment, he jumped up from the horse's belly. At this time, he was only five steps away from Xu An. far!

Just as soon as he landed, the last four or five knights beside Xu An had already killed him.

A long knife hit him straight at the door.

In a short while, Zhang He slanted his body abruptly, and the bright silver spear in his hand had pierced the rain curtain and embedded it into the knight's chest.