The World of Yellow Sky

The brave Sanhe knights easily broke the blockade of the city gate. The Han army soldiers on both sides of the city gate shouted their might and marched into the city on the corpses of the former robes and moth thieves.

They threw the torches in their hands into the house and ignited everything they could see. In the gust of wind, the fire started to ignite, and within a quarter of an hour, the city gate was already a sea of ​​fire.

Within the southern city of Guangzong, there were shouts of killing everywhere. The peasants in the city, who had suffered from hard work for half their lives, erupted with unimaginable strength. Although the army was scattered, there were still yellow scarves who were stubbornly resisting.

They knew that the Han army would not accept their surrender. Even if they knelt down and begged for their lives, they would only be kicked to the ground by the Han army's material officer, and their heads and ears were cut off.

Even if they are captured, their heads will be chopped off a few days later, and they will be built into Jingguan.

The Han army who entered the city charged forward frantically. In their eyes, the Yellow Turbans were the military merits of the movement. The corpses of both sides filled the streets, and the horse teams behind could only trample over the corpses.The crowded road once again became the focus of contention between the two armies.

Chapter 7 Fighting Guangzong ([-])

The sky is getting brighter, and on the horizon in the distance, the sun is rising, and the dazzling light is climbing up the city wall of Guangzong little by little.

There was already a sea of ​​blood in Guangzong City. The Han army had already defeated the Yellow Turbans defending the southern city. No one expected that the attack speed of the Han army would be so fast. The camp was surrounded by water.

Several attacks by the Yellow Turbans were repelled by the Han army. The Han army's strong bow and crossbow became a nightmare for the Yellow Turbans in the narrow alley. The Yellow Turbans could only watch the Han army attack Zhang Liang's camp.

Blood dripped down Xu An's eyes along the brim of the helmet bound with the yellow turban, and the attack of the Yellow Angels led by He Yi himself was repelled, as if all efforts were in vain.

Xu An knew that the Han army could not be unprepared outside the city. At this time, they were trapped in Guangzong like a turtle in a urn.The fiasco of the Battle of Guangzong was quicker than he expected, the newly born sun on the distant horizon, the dazzling light stinging Xu An's eyes.

Just like this, step into the underworld with the yellow scarf in Guangzong City?Just turned into a cup of loess?

Xu An was really not reconciled, and came to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty in a daze, was tied to a chariot with a yellow scarf in a daze, and died like an ant in a daze?He didn't even have time to change his destiny with the wisdom of 2000 years.

The only way out is to change history and rescue Zhang Liang who had died under the siege of the Han army.

"I can't wait to find a way out."

Xu An couldn't help but feel sad when he remembered what he had seen and heard along the way. He stood up and repeated loudly, "I just want to find a way out."

The sights of the yellow turban soldiers around, including He Yi, were attracted by Xu An. They looked at this man like a bloody man.

"Why is this big man's world so big, but there is no place for us?"

"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."

"It is said that God's grace is mighty, but we kneel down and beg for our lives, but there is no way to survive, why!"

The so-called Yellow Turban thieves are actually just a group of starving peasants. They have endured hard work for half their lives, and they have been bullied by officials.

They knelt down and begged for life, but the officials took away the last grain of food. Many people starved to death at home, and there was no rooster for a hundred miles.Countless people fell by the side of the road to escape.

The man didn't cry easily, just because he didn't reach the sad place, the cries slowly sounded around Xu An, and the emotions that had been suppressed for several months were suddenly released. , which is not already broken down?

If you can't survive, who wants to rebel?

"I can't wait to find a way out!"

The cries grew louder and louder, and even overwhelmed the sound of the war drums.

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

The yellow turbans all around began to slowly gather towards Xu An, and the silly boy Zhang Ji stood behind Xu An without knowing what to do, holding Xu An's military waiting flag high.

"Rescue the great virtuous teacher!!!"

Xu An looked around, a sense of pride poured out of his chest, he stepped out of the crowd, and walked steadily towards the Han army soldiers who were waiting not far away.

"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!!!"

Behind him is a tsunami-like sound of mountains and tsunamis.

The Yellow Turbans are marching again!

The Yellow Turban soldiers who merged into the Yellow Tide rushed forward frantically, and many people even ran in front of Xu An.

With a big wave of the Han army's military officer, arrows flew like locusts, and continuous screams came from all around Xu An, and the yellow scarf soldiers who lacked shield protection immediately fell down.

Some were shot in the face and died directly, some were shot through the chest and were dying, some were shot in the thigh, screaming on the ground, and some were shot in the arm, still charging forward desperately in the shoulder.

Xu An's shield was also inlaid with three or four feathered arrows, and one feathered arrow was nailed to his left shoulder. Fortunately, Xu An had already changed into the armor of the Yellow Angel, and the arrows failed to penetrate the bones.

"Wan Sheng!!!!"

Xu An continued to push his shield forward. The arrows of the Han army continued to rain one after another. One after another, the Yellow Turban thieves fell on the way to charge. The short alley of dozens of paces almost became living hell.

Xu An charged at the front, and the stupid boy Zhang Ji who followed him disappeared. The number of yellow turban soldiers around him became less and less, and the Han army formation in front of him was clearly audible.

Xu An gave a strange cry, and slammed into the Han army's large shield, making a gap in the general's formation. Before waiting for the subsequent Han army to react, the yellow scarves from the rear rushed over one after another, and the Han army's army formation was instantly destroyed. Torn apart, more Yellow Turbans crossed the defense line of the Han army.

The defense line of the Han army infantry was shattered under the onslaught of the fearless Yellow Turban thieves, and the Han army archer who had shown great power before was kicked to the ground by the pursued yellow turban.

I don't know how long it took to fight, Xu An erected the big shield and pressed his whole body on the big shield. The continuous fighting almost made him lose his strength. He gasped and wanted to recover some energy quickly.

Looking up at the soldiers who were fighting all around, blood was everywhere, stumps and arms were everywhere, and heart-piercing cries were everywhere.

The Yellow Turban Army was only a few dozen steps away from Zhang Liang's camp. At this moment, a banner with the Chinese character Sun suddenly flashed out, embroidered on the army Sima, and the leader was Sun Jian in a flamboyant red robe.

Seeing the noise in the north, Sun Jian took his personal guards and headed straight for the noise.

"It's Sun Jian!!!"

Sun Jian fought several times, and almost no one of the Yellow Turbans was the enemy of his unity. There were countless slashing generals and capturing the flag. At this time, they suddenly appeared, and the momentum of the Yellow Turbans was suddenly suppressed.

The soldiers on both sides even tacitly put away their weapons and opened the distance.

It’s over.

Xu An, who was in the Yellow Turban formation, also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart at this time. Sun Jian was a first-class general in both the Three Kingdoms and the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Guangzong fought several times in a row, and Sun Jian's bravery left an indelible mark on the hearts of the Yellow Turbans.Xu An really couldn't think of a way to stop Sun Jian.

"Sun Jian!"

At this time, a loud shout suddenly came from the Yellow Turban Army, and everyone on the battlefield looked at the sound.A burly yellow turban walked out of the school, it was He Yi.

"He Yi, the commander of the Taiping Daoqu in Yingchuan, came to ask your Excellency your martial arts."

He Yi raised his long sword and shouted loudly to kill Sun Jian.The guards behind him also followed, and the soldiers of the two armies scuffled together again.

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

While Xu An led the remaining soldiers and horses to madly attack the Han army formation in front of the village gate, everyone knew that He Yi had already held the heart of mortal death.

Chapter 8 coffin-bearer breakout

The spring is late, and the trees are blooming.Kung Geng Jie Jie, mining Fan Qi Qi.

"Kill! Kill!!"

Xu An frantically waved the ring-head knife in his hand, and the Han army in front of him seemed to be inexhaustible. When another Han army fell, more Han troops rushed in. The distance of more than ten steps was as insurmountable as a moat.

"Good luck to the world!"

The gate of the village not far away suddenly opened wide, and groups of yellow angels rushed out suddenly, but it was Zhang Liang who noticed that a yellow turban army broke through the encirclement and came to meet them, so the camp that had voluntarily given up came out of the camp.

The Han army was attacked by the enemy for a while, and then encountered the elite Yellow Angels of the Yellow Turbans, and the army collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Liang led a group of Yellow Angels to join the battle group, making Xu An and others less pressured.

However, He Yi, who was blocking Sun Jian not far away, was at the end of the battle, and the guards around him were all killed in battle.In front of him is the majestic Jiangdong Tiger, and on both sides of him are the soldiers of the Han army coming slowly.

He Yi shouted and took a few steps forward, and the long knife in his hand slashed at Sun Jian. Sun Jian also raised the ancient ingot knife and slashed at He Yi's long knife. With the long knife in his hand, Gu Ding Dao slashed away from He Yi's shoulder.

He Yi only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and the noisy shouts of killing on the battlefield suddenly became inaudible, and then a headless corpse fell heavily to the ground in front of him, and then the endless darkness had completely swallowed him.

"mighty!"

All the soldiers of the Han army raised their swords and cheered loudly.But with He Yi's obstruction, Zhang Liang was able to join the Yellow Turban army led by Xu An. At this time, Zhang Liang and Xu An had already left with the carriage carrying Zhang Jiao's coffin.

Dozens of Yellow Angels were left at the entrance of the alley. They were the troops who stayed behind. If the Han army wanted to pursue Zhang Liang, they could only step on the corpses of these fanatical Yellow Angels.

Zhang Liang rode on the white horse with a gloomy face. The sentries sent out to report that several city gates on the east and west sides had been occupied by the Han army, and only the northern city was still under He Man's control.

Out of the North City is the Zhangshui River. The river surface is dozens of meters wide. There are only a dozen or so boats in Guangzong's ferry port. It is impossible to transport all the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans to the north bank.

However, the Han army had already entered Guangzong City, and staying in Guangzong City at this time would be like a turtle in a urn.

When the order to retreat came, the Yellow Turbans in the city had already been frightened by the Han army, and they persisted until now only to rescue Zhang Liang. When Zhang Liang's order to retreat came, the Yellow Turbans in the city rushed towards the northern city frantically.

The frame carrying Zhang Jiao's coffin had already left the North City, and Xu An was standing on the wall of the North City with Zhang Liang at this time.Near the city gate of the North City, there were all the retreating Yellow Turban soldiers. They lowered their heads and supported the injured Pao Ze to pass the city gate as fast as possible.

Fortunately, Zhang Liang was rescued, and the chasing Han army was also counterattacked by the Yellow Turbans in the rear, and the withdrawal of the Yellow Turbans appeared to be slightly orderly.

All the retreating Yellow Turbans were already like birds of fright, but when they saw the great virtuous teacher and the general flag of Ren Gong standing high on the city wall, they suddenly calmed down.

From noon to noon, all the yellow turbans in Guangzong City had been withdrawn to the front of Guangzong Ferry.

The small Guangzongdu was densely covered with more than 6 yellow scarves, and the infantry of the Han army had begun to appear on the roads on both sides.The Yellow Turban Army's several small-scale assaults were all repelled by the Han Army.

Guangzongdu is now like a huge pocket. The Yellow Turbans are trapped in the pocket, and outside the pocket is the army formed by the Han army.

At this time, the banners of the Han army on Guangzong City were all over the city wall, and countless Han troops were standing on the city wall.

Huangfu Song did not pursue the victory, and the strength and physical strength of the Han army, which had been fighting for several hours, were almost exhausted by the stubbornly resisting Yellow Turbans in Guangzong City.

The Yellow Turbans still had the strength to resist. If they rushed into the enemy line at this time, they might be able to destroy Guangzong's Yellow Turbans, but the casualties of the Han army would be extremely heavy.

And Zhang Liang is still there, which adds a few more variables. If the battle is defeated, the Yellow Turbans, which have already stopped, will probably evolve from a spark of fire to a prairie prairie.

As the head coach of the Han army, Huangfu Song must act cautiously.

In front of Guangzong Ferry, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops were bustling with people, and the surviving Yellow Turban generals were encouraging them to maintain the army formation.The Han army on both sides of the north side of the city gathered more and more, and Zhang Liang's face became a little bit ugly.

Zhang Liang Shuifeng looked at the Han army in the distance and said, "I can't wait any longer. In a few quarters of an hour, the Han army on both sides will be able to complete the encirclement."

Looking around, looking at the dozens of generals who used to be by his side, now only Liu Pi, Gong Du, He Man, and Huang Shao are left.Zhang Liang's heart not only filled with a hint of bitterness.

But there was no time for him to be sentimental, the Han army was supporting the north of Guangzong City, and the time left for the Yellow Turbans was running out.Zhang Liang looked at Xu An who looked like a bloody man and asked, "What's your name?"

Hearing Zhang Liang's question, Xu An quickly stepped forward and gave a salute: "Xu An, Commander He Yiqu is a military marquis."

"He Yi..." Zhang Liang couldn't help but stunned when he heard He Yi's name, and then smiled bitterly: "This kid is always so reckless."

Zhang Liang pointed to Zhang Jiao's coffin and signaled Xu An to stand on the frame: "Protect the frame."

"promise!"

Xu An and Zhang Ji stood on the frame together, the blood-stained military waiting flag was inserted on the frame of the frame, followed Xu An all the way out of the siege and was also arranged by Xu An around the frame. Everyone clenched the sword in their hands, and they all clearly understood that a bloody battle was coming.

Zhang Liang was riding his horse in front of the battle at this time, just like the previous battle outside Guangzong City, but at this time, there was no sound of mountains and tsunamis where Zhang Liang passed, and every place Zhang Liang passed by was noisy. The voices of people disappeared completely.

When Zhang Liang returned to the vicinity of the coffin again, the entire Yellow Turban formation was almost silent.

Zhang Liang took out a stack of talisman papers from his armor, muttered words in his mouth, and then threw them all in the air. The surrounding yellow turban warlocks also took out talisman papers from their bags and threw them in the air with Zhang Liang. A large number of talisman papers were rolled up by the strong wind Flying, and then suddenly ignited, it was spectacular for a while.

The earth-shattering sound of ten thousand victories came from the Yellow Turban formation again.

Zhang Liang took out his magic sword and climbed to a small mound in front of him. He threw a stack of spells again, and the howling wind seemed to get bigger.

The strong wind rolled the burning spell and flew towards the Han army formation on one side. Zhang Liang pulled the reins and the white horse under his crotch neighed. Under the fierce wind, the khaki shirt danced, and the dazzling sunlight looked like the sky. Will be ordinary.

He shouted hoarsely at the Han army in front of him: "The world is prosperous!!!"

"Good luck in the world!!!" The people in the yellow turbans behind them also shouted frantically, holding their swords high.

Accompanied by the shouting of the sky, the thick sound of war drums in the Yellow Turbans sounded, and the frame carrying the war drums slowly moved forward.Countless yellow scarves shouted for the good fortune in the world, following the banner of General Ren Gong and moving forward.

Huangfu Song stood on the tower and clenched his hands.

Chapter 9 coffin-bearer breakout

Swallow the grass and insects, and croak the katydid.I haven't seen a gentleman, and I'm worried.

Zhang Liang cast spells in front of the formation, and countless talismans spontaneously ignited in the wind, which not only boosted the morale of the Yellow Turbans, but also caused a commotion in the Han army outside the city.If the generals and officials were not desperately pressing, I am afraid that the Han army's formation would not be able to maintain.

The wind howled, blowing the scattered rune paper into the sky.Accompanied by the exclamations of the Han army, the front soldiers of the Yellow Turbans had already reached the charging distance.

Gong Du stood at the forefront of the team with a long axe in his hand, and chanted the scriptures of Taiping Dao loudly. The Yellow Turban soldiers behind him also sang the scriptures along with Gong Du. Thousands of soldiers recited the scriptures, like a heavenly voice.

The voices of the generals and officers in the ears of the Han army soldiers in the formation were suppressed, and only the sound of the Taiping Taoist scriptures could be heard in their ears. Fear gradually filled the chest of every Han army soldier.

"The magic method, the magic method!"

A Han soldier's face was pale, his legs were shaking like chaff, he couldn't bear the pressure any longer, and he threw down his sword and shield and ran to the back.Several Han soldiers were staggered by him, and then several others dropped their weapons and fled backwards. The fleeing soldiers caused a commotion in the Han army.