The World of Yellow Sky

The war horse continued to run forward, but he didn't know that his master had returned to Huangtian.

"die!"

Two Yellow Turban knights came to kill one by one.

Zhang He snorted coldly, his hands twitched, and the bright silver spear shot out spear flowers in the air. After the warhorse ran forward a few steps with a whining sound, it fell to the ground weakly, pressing the knight in the quagmire.

Xu Da shouted loudly, and the long knife slashed down with horsepower. Zhang He also roared angrily. The silver spear in his hand was like a silver snake spitting out a letter. A bias.

Under the tremendous force, Xu Da's long knife was knocked out by Zhang He.

Zhang He felt that his heart was beating wildly. Through the rain curtain, he could see that in the darkness, a little cold star had shot up like lightning.

At the juncture of life and death, Zhang He took another step forward. A short axe was deeply driven into his left shoulder. The axe was meant to hit him in the chest.

Under the pain, Zhang He was almost unsteady, and the bright silver spear dropped from his hand on the muddy ground, but the three soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army came in front of him, and the three halberds stabbed straight at him. he comes.

"Whizzing!"

The sound of breaking the air struck again, but this time it came from behind Zhang He's head. The two Yellow Turban soldiers only had time to snort and fell straight into the quagmire.

It was Yan Liang who shot the feathered arrows to rescue Zhang He. Wu Yuntaxue dodged most of the feathered arrows, and a small number of feathered arrows were also knocked to the ground by Yan Liang.

"Zheng!"

At a critical juncture, Zhang He put his right hand on his waist, and suddenly pulled out the ring-shaped knife around his waist.

A blood line appeared on the bare neck of the Yellow Turban soldier. The soldier had an unbelievable expression on his face, and his sturdy body fell weakly into the quagmire beside Zhang He.

Chapter 80 Stormy Stone Brittle Mountain ([-])

The gust of wind whimpered, but suddenly there was a little light in the sky, and the dim earth began to become clear.

The dark clouds are slowly retreating and thinning, and the heavy rain curtain is beginning to thin.

Zhang He held the ring-headed sword in his hand, and looked around with his eagle eyes open in anger. Countless yellow turban soldiers were walking slowly from behind him with heavy footsteps. The cold light on the blade penetrated Zhang He's eyes through the rain. .

Yan Liang, who wanted to come to the rescue, was also blocked by the Yellow Turbans' cavalry formation.

In front of Zhang He was dozens of Yellow Turban archers who bent bows and arrows, and even more Yellow Angels wearing heavy armor stepped forward.

Zhang He has completely stepped into a desperate situation...

The place on his shoulder that was hit by the feather arrow had already made his left arm unable to move, and the severe pain made Zhang Yun's whole body tremble.

Almost!

Xu An was surrounded by the yellow angels.

The shrill screams echoed in Zhang He's ears, and the frantic screams of killing continued for a long time. Zhang He closed his eyes, he knew that he was defeated.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Zhang He laughed loudly, as if the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were coming from all around him were nothing at all. Leaning on his spear, he raised his head and shouted angrily to the sky covered with dark clouds: "The sky is so thin, I am Zhang He, why is there a heavy rain in the sky? Help the thief!"

"Zhang He?"

Xu An's eyes lit up. This person was actually Zhang He in history. He was not only one of the Four Court Columns in Hebei during Yuan Shao's time, but also Zhang He, the five sons of Cao Cao's good general, who was skilled in using his troops and formed formations, and was good at using terrain. famous.

This is Xu An's second face to face in the troubled times of the late Eastern Han Dynasty. The first was Sun Jian who encountered in the Battle of Guangzong.

That Sun Jian, known as the Tiger of Jiangdong, often slashed into formations, causing the Yellow Turbans to lose their vitality.

Zhang He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, raised the ring-head knife in his right hand and wiped it towards his neck.

"Catch him!!!"

Xu An shouted and found Zhang He's actions, he actually wanted to kill himself!

When there was no time to let go, a rope protruded from Zhang He's side, and the rope slipped into Zhang He's body from the top of his head, directly dragging Zhang He to the ground, and the ring-head knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

The four soldiers swarmed up and pressed Zhang He to the ground.

"Jun Yi!"

Yan Liangchong's crown cracked, and he killed several Yellow Turban knights in a row. He wanted to enter the siege to save Zhang He, but Zhang He had already gathered a large number of Yellow Turban infantry.

Not far away, the knights of the Yellow Turbans came again, and the dark clouds stepped on the snow with a long hiss. Yan Liang instigated the reins and beheaded the two again. Looking up, a large number of the Yellow Turbans were rushing towards him, and Xu An was already beside him. A large number of yellow turban soldiers gathered.

The best chance had been lost. Yan Liang took another look at the place where Zhang He had fallen, and instigated the warhorse to go straight to the east.

"Ugh-"

The low horn sound came from the east, and the noisy human voice slowly emerged in Xu An's ears.

The scouts of the Yellow Turbans galloped from all over the place.

"The Han army at the foot of the mountain is marching towards Shicriish Mountain!"

"The Han army in the east of the camp is marching towards our army!"

......"

The thumping sound of war drums came from the foot of the mountain.

Thousands of soldiers of the Han army in red armor are climbing towards Shikui Mountain.

Gao Lan ran at the front of the queue with a face and his own troops. The heavy rain seriously affected the actions of the Han army. The shouting of killing had just started, but Gao Lan did not dare to act rashly.

When the scouts were dispatched again, and then the whole army went into battle, the screams of killing on the mountain were obviously much quieter.

A piece of military situation was reported to the flag of Da Jing by the scouts of the Yellow Turban Army.

The dim sky is slowly becoming clearer, and the violent wind and rain are slowly dissipating.

Xu An raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

"Zheng!!"

The sound of zheng was knocked by the soldiers behind him. At this time, the Han army had already recovered, and Xu An had also achieved his goal. If he did not retreat, it would be a bit unwise.

After all, there were still [-] fully-armed freshmen at the foot of the mountain, and the Yellow Turbans who had been fighting for nearly half an hour were almost exhausted.

……

The torrential rain finally stopped. When Gao Lan led his troops to the main camp at Shicriish Mountain, the entire camp was almost in ruins. Only the easternmost camp was slightly intact.

Looking up on the muddy ground, there were dead Han soldiers lying down in the water pool, most of them did not even put on their armor.

The knights of the Han army were stationed in the south of the camp, and thousands of horses were gone. The Yellow Turbans were simply a pack of wolves, taking everything they could bring, including armour, clothing, food, and even the Han army. clothes are not spared.

These well-trained Han armoured cavalry on the plains fell under the raid of the Yellow Turbans, and their deaths were worthless.

Chapter 81 Kill! ! !

Inside the Jingxing Pass, Xu An sat at the desk, Liu Pi, Gong Du, Huang Long, and Zhang Yan led the Yellow Turban Army generals on both sides.

Under the hall was a Chinese general who was tied with five flowers and had loose hair. This Chinese general was Zhang He.

"Zhang He!"

Gong Du's eyes were red and he let out a low growl, wishing he could eat Zhang He alive.

In the night battle in Quyang, Zhang He captured the general Zhang Liang and became famous, and Gong Du was under Zhang Liang's tent for a long time, so he naturally wanted to kill Zhang He.

Zhang Yan's face is not very good now, and the death of his brother Zhang Niujiao has nothing to do with Zhang He, not to mention that Zhang He led his troops to chase for hundreds of miles, and he was almost nowhere to be found.

Liu Pi looked at Xu An's expression, but did not speak.

Xu An sat at the desk. He remembered Zhang Liang's parting sigh in the forest of Quyang, stood up and looked at Zhang He who was knelt down by the yellow angel, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you Zhang He?"

Although Zhang He was forced to kneel on the ground, there was no fear on his face, and he looked back to meet Xu An's gaze.

He did not answer Xu An's question, but instead asked, "Are you Xu An?"

"Exactly."

Xu An paused and nodded.

Zhang He looked at Xu An standing in front of him and seemed to have an illusion, as if it was not Xu An who was standing in front of him, but Zhang Liang who had been captured by him.

But he clearly knew that Zhang Liang had already died in Xia Quyang, Zhang He shook his head, his heavy head was slightly awake, but his thoughts returned to the forest in Xia Quyang.

……

"It's as real as fantasy, confusing and bustling, but it's just a dream Huaxu."

As the lights flickered, the crazy yellow angel's voice was particularly terrifying, and there was no beast or bird chirping around.

The crimson fire shone in Zhang He's eyes, almost dyeing his eyes red. The surrounding Han army soldiers had already rushed up, and they tied Zhang Liang tightly with ropes.

On Zhang Liang's face, there was no sign of intention, even if he was held down by the soldiers, he still held his head high.

The crazy yellow angel stared blankly at Zhang Liang who was pressed to the ground, his eyes gradually became clearer, and he stood up staggeringly with the ring-head knife in his hand.

The surrounding Han army soldiers quickly clenched the swords in their hands, and the most dangerous thing was the beast's dying struggle.

But the yellow angel didn't step forward. He focused all his attention on the ring-head knife in his hand, and sighed for a while: "It turns out that this Huang Tian is also dead..."

As soon as the ring head knife turned, a blood line appeared, and the yellow angel fell weakly into a pool of blood.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Zhang Liang, who was pinned to the ground, suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed wildly, and even tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

"The world is already like a fire burning in the original, and it can't be turned to you, but it can still be extinguished?"

"presumptuous!"

When a team leader of the Han army heard that Zhang Liang was still talking nonsense, he couldn't help being furious, and the whip in his hand slapped Zhang Liang's cheek fiercely.

It was so powerful that it almost blurred Zhang Liang's cheeks.

But the whip still couldn't stop Zhang Liang's wild laughter.

The Han army's anger did not subside, and when Zhang Liang was still laughing again, the whip in his hand was again drawn towards Zhang Liang.

The whip swung down with a cracking sound.There was only a "pop" sound, but the whip did not hit Zhang Liang in the face.

But it was Zhang He who stopped the team's whip with a scabbard.

"Get out!"

Although the team leader of the Han army was puzzled, Zhang He was a Shangguan, and he captured Zhang Liang himself, so he could only raise his hand and say, "No!"

"Back to camp!"

Zhang He got on his horse, raised his spear slightly, and shouted loudly.

"Back to camp!"

All four soldiers should drink, and a hundred and ten soldiers surrounded Zhang He and returned in the direction from which they came.

……

On the school grounds, Huangfu Song sat high on the high table, with dozens of Han generals on both sides standing by their swords, countless soldiers standing around, and hundreds of Han troops gathered here.

Long Shi Liang Yan stood on the right of Huangfu Song, and the gathering of troops stopped. Liang Yan looked around at the soldiers under the stage, and shouted coldly: "Lead the bandit chief Zhang Liang!!!"

The four Han soldiers dragged Zhang Liang, who was bound by Wu Hua Da, out of an army formation.

For a time, there was some commotion among the Han army soldiers gathered in the school grounds. You must know that they are demons who are proficient in magic techniques, stirring up the demons of the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty!

"Boom!"

A dull war drum sounded, and the warriors of the Han army suddenly sounded the war drum, and the drum sound spread throughout the school field in an instant.

"quiet!"

Liang Yan raised his eyebrows and shouted sharply. Seeing Liang Yan's anger, the Han army in the school ground returned to silence after a while.

He glanced at Zhang Liang with disheveled hair under the stage, and continued to read the document in his hand:

"The demon talk confuses the public, bewitches the good, gathers bandits, and causes chaos in China!"

"kill!"

Several Han army soldiers have stepped out, holding Leng Sensen's ring-headed sword, striding towards Zhang Liang.

"Demon talk confuses the public, bewitches the good, gathers bandits, and causes chaos in China?"

"When you have enough food and clothing, you think this world is like this? It's ridiculous!"

Zhang Liang roared and rushed forward, his eyes full of anger, and the four Han soldiers could hardly hold him alone.