The World of Yellow Sky

The Han saber and shield hand flashed sideways, raised his sword and slashed at Chen Wu's gun barrel, the gun barrel snapped off, Chen Wu only felt a shock in his mouth, and backed half a step involuntarily.

At this moment, a long spear in the back row suddenly shot out from the gap in the front row, and pierced straight in through the exposed armor on the side of the Han saber shield hand.

"puff!"

The spear pierced straight in, and the Han saber shield hand froze in place as if electrocuted, and then a terrifying howl came out of his throat.

The soldiers of the two sides were entangled and fell into a fierce battle. The infantry of both sides formed an army formation. The soldiers were shoulder to shoulder, chest to back and close together. Countless spears and halberds protruded from the gaps in the formation. , The sergeants on both sides stabbed forward with their weapons.

The spirits of the few sergeants at the front were on the verge of collapse. The group of people in the gap between life and death shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to ease the despair and fear in their hearts, but in the army formation, there was no advance or retreat, and there was no way out. There is no place to retreat, they must fight until one side collapses.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly there was a rush of golden drums in the formation of the Han army, and several tall red flags suddenly appeared in the formation of the Han army.

"Ruishi!!!"

A leader of the Yellow Turban Army had a terrified expression in his eyes, and he couldn't help screaming. He used to fight the Han army, and when he encountered those monsters in heavy armor, the sharp soldiers of the Han army, he would always be in this anxious moment. attack.

Accompanied by the sound of "mighty" that shook the sky, the red flag had rushed out of the Han army's formation, but there were no Han soldiers in heavy armor, but hundreds of them in leather armor and holding various swords. people.

Facing the forest-like formation of spears, they didn't show the slightest fear on their faces, instead they stepped forward quickly.

Chapter 114 The Battle of Jinyang ([-])

The leader of the Yellow Turban Army didn't relax at all, because he smelled another dangerous breath from them.

In fact, these people were not Han soldiers, but disciples and chivalrous men of the royal family in Taiyuan, or they were sent to the army to be driven by Zhang Yi because of the favor of the royal family.

These disciples, rangers, may not understand the battle formation, but they are all proficient in martial arts, food for the king, loyalty to the king, they have been favored by the king's family all the year round, and they are fighting today, most of them have the will to die.

These disciples and rangers of the Taiyuan royal family didn't care about their own casualties at all.

"kill!"

Although these fighters do not have heavy armor, most of them are strong and have extraordinary martial arts skills.

Under the onslaught of these fearless fighters, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army was pushed back a few steps almost instantly, and gaps were opened in more and more places.

The death of the unknown doormen and rangers around him will only arouse the blood of other people, while the death of the familiar doormen and rangers will arouse the hatred of these fighters.

The retainers and rangers of the Wang family in Taiyuan fell one after another, but the sergeants in the front line of the Yellow Turban Army also fell one after another, almost fighting with their lives. It is undeniable that this method is indeed useful.

It can't go on like this anymore, Wang Ren already felt bad when looking at the army formation ahead, Wang Ren followed Xu An through repeated fights, and also experienced the battle at Chishiling.

He knew that once the army formation collapsed, all the soldiers here, including himself, would definitely not be spared. In this wilderness, they would be swallowed alive by the Han armored cavalry on the side, not even a fur left.

What's even more frightening is that if Wang Ren buried these three thousand yellow scarves, the Wang family may fall into hell in one day, and there will be no day to recover.

Wang Ren took off his top helmet, threw the top helmet on the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Could it be that only the Han army has soldiers who dare to die! Children of the Lutai royal family, follow me!!!"

Wang Ren got off his horse, raised the ring-sword in his hand high, and pressed forward suddenly. Dozens of Wang family's children behind him roared and followed Wang Ren to kill.

Wang Ren's army Sima flag moved forward again, and the tall khaki army Sima flag was inserted in the field outside Jinyang City like a needle for the sea, at the forefront of the Yellow Turban Army formation.

Every sergeant of the Yellow Turban Army in the army can see this towering flag, and let them know that their general has not abandoned them, and their general is still fighting side by side with them!

"Heaven is dead!"

The sergeant in front of him made way for Wang Ren like a wave, and Wang Ren shouted loudly.

"Huang Tian should stand!!"

Behind him, twenty disciples of the Lutai Mountain Wang family roared to the sky.

"Aged in Jiazi!!!"

Hundreds of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army around him howled in response.

"Happy world!!!!"

Then the entire Yellow Turban Army formation boiled up, and they shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The yellow turban alchemist who served as a military judge in the army sprinkled the talisman paper in his arms to the sky, drew out the sharp knife at his waist and rushed forward while shouting.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Wang Yi cut down a fighter who rushed into the formation with his sword, and more than [-] Wang family disciples came out behind him. Although their martial arts were not as good as the opponent's ranger, they were better than the armor and sharp blade, and they were equally brave and fearless.

In addition, with the addition of Wang Ren and others, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army came to the battle in person, and these panicked Yellow Turban Army regained their backbone. They followed Wang Ren's footsteps and wiped out these fighters who broke into the formation.

Although these fighters were brave, they were hard to beat with two fists and four hands after all. They fell one after another under the double strangling of spears and swords. All were driven out of the army.

The Yellow Turban Army formed into an army formation was like a curled up hedgehog. The armored cavalry of the Han Army led by Zhang Yi could not break into the formation at all, and even the archers in the Yellow Turban Army caused some casualties to the armored cavalry of the Han Army.

Although the knights have armor, they are not like the elite of the Han army. The Sanhe knights generally wear heavy armor.

"Look, sir!"

A cavalryman of the Han army pointed to the distance. Zhang Yi followed his reputation and saw a soldier and horse with a yellow flag galloping towards here. If it wasn't the Yellow Turban Army, who else could it be?

"Pity……"

Zhang Yi pulled the reins of the horse, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

"If there are five hundred more riders, these 'moth thieves' will definitely come and go!"

With the waving of Zhang Yi's flag, the sound of gongs sounded from the top of Jinyang City, and the infantry of the Han army dissipated like an ebb tide.

Almost at the same moment, the Yellow Turban Army outside the city also saw the soldiers and horses holding the yellow flag.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

All the Yellow Turban soldiers in the army cheered loudly, it was the joy that rose from the bottom of their hearts after the disaster.

Seeing the Han army retreating, although Wang Ren wanted to order a chase, the cavalry of the Han army were still on the edge, and the Yellow Turban army formation was still relatively well-organized, and these knights of the Han army had no chance to attack.

However, if he followed the infantry of the Han army, the army formation would be disorganized, and the Han army could take advantage of it. After careful consideration, Wang Ren finally chose to be safe. He could not afford to fail without an order to pursue him. the price.

The brigade of Han infantry slowly retreated into Jinyang City, and they walked into the tall Jinyang City with the dead body of Paoze and Yijia.

Zhang Yi walked in the last position of the Han army, and only after all the Han army entered the city did he slowly ride his horse into Jinyang City.

Amidst the tooth-piercing squeaks, the tall gates of Jinyang City slowly closed towards the center. Zhang Yi looked back and saw that the city was full of devastation. The periphery of the army array.

Gong Du stood under the banner, looking solemnly at the devastated battlefield, and also saw the blood-stained Army Sima banner at the front of the army formation.

Under the banner of Army Sima, the armor of Wang Ren, who was over forty years old, was soaked in blood. His right arm was cut by a fighter, and he could only hold the knife with his left hand.

As for the disciples of the Lutai Mountain Wang family who followed him to fight together, only three of them could still stand, and the rest of them had already fallen in the pool of blood on the ground, unable to get up again.

When Wang Ren saw Gong Du who was leading his troops to help, he finally let go of his forced breath. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the color in front of him slowly dissipated in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, the wound on his body made him extremely weak, his strength was dissipating from his body, he couldn't hold on any longer, amidst the exclamation of everyone, Wang Ren fell heavily to the ground .

Chapter 115 The Battle of Jinyang ([-])

Nancheng!

Xu An slammed his fist on the railing, and the trumpet sounded first from the north. He thought it was Zhang Yi who wanted to swallow his northern troops, but he didn't expect that the horn sounded again in the south city.

What Zhang Yi really wants to attack is not the North City, but his part in the South City.

Although after reacting, he immediately asked Gong Du to lead the remaining [-] horses in the army to support, but it was already a few minutes late. .

Xu An raised his eyes and saw that the two armies outside the east city were fighting in full swing. The Han army at the head of the city was still resisting tenaciously relying on the city. Countless sergeants fell to the ground in seconds, but they were still unable to move half a step forward.

This Jinyang City is like a rock, standing firm under the wave after wave of the Yellow Turban Army.

To attack Jinyang, Xu An dispatched more than [-] sergeants in the mountains. He thought that Jinyang lacked cavalry, and he had the advantage of cavalry. Dare to go out of the city to attack the partial division.

But now it seems that Xu An is too arrogant, he underestimated Jinyang City, the courage of the Han army, and Zhang Yi, the governor of Bingzhou.

It seems that even people who don't leave much ink in the history books should not be underestimated.

If the partial division in Nancheng is swallowed up, it will undoubtedly greatly increase the morale of the defenders. Without the harassment of the partial division, the defenders of Jinyang City can concentrate on defending one city wall. It will be more difficult to capture Jinyang in this way.

Could it be that the battle of Jinyang ended in such an anticlimactic manner?

Xu An gripped the railing on the high platform tightly with both hands, at this moment his heart was already in chaos.

"Ugh——"

The low sound of the horn sounded in his ears, Xu An leaned over and looked, the sergeants who retreated to the formation for the first time had already rearranged the formation.

Army Sima Li Heng led his horse and knelt at the bottom of a high platform. On the high platform, three yellow scarf alchemists were preaching. There were more than ten personal guards behind him, all of whom were descendants of the Li family in Lutai Mountain. There are only two people left.

And the Army Sima Zhan Banner, which was originally clean, is now in tatters, covered with blood and dust.

During the last attack, Li Heng personally led the team to charge up to the top of the east city of Jinyang City, fighting for nearly a quarter of an hour, but because of the desperate resistance of the Han army, they still had no choice but to withdraw from the top of the city.

But when they came back, there were more than [-] sergeants in the first part, but now there were only more than [-] left, and almost [-] sergeants were left in Jinyang City.

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

When the alchemists of the Yellow Turban Army finished their practice, Li Heng turned on his horse and galloped over from the front of the formation. He waved the long knife in his hand and shouted hoarsely.

"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!!!"

All the sergeants in the military formation responded loudly.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The high-spirited war drums sounded again, and the thousand and five hundred yellow scarf remnants marched forward again.

"Huang Tian..."

A cloud of mist appeared in Xu An's eyes. He saw the battle of Guangzong, those yellow scarves who dared to line up outside the city in the face of the Han army led by Huangfusong, and those Paozhe who were fighting to the death in Xiaquyang.

The whole Taipingdao is nothing but a lie of Zhang Jiao. He just wants to gather the people of the world with religion, and then sweep the entire thirteen states of the Han Dynasty, and overthrow the decadent Han Dynasty in his eyes.

Those fairy arts and spells in the book "Taiping Jing" given to him by Zhang Liang are nothing more than some tricks. The three brothers of the Zhang family saved lives and healed the wounded just by learning the Qi and Huang skills in the book.

But those believers in Taipingdao believed it. They believed in the teachings of Taipingdao, believed that the heaven was dead, and the yellow sky should be established. They believed that they could finally establish a harmonious and prosperous world of the yellow sky.

"call out----"

Under the eastern city of Jinyang City, the sharp whistle sounded again, which also pulled Xu An's divergent thoughts back to the present world.

The Yellow Turban Army once again launched an attack on Jinyang City, and more Yellow Turban Army gathered into a khaki wave, slamming towards the city wall of Jinyang City.

Time is passing bit by bit, the life and death of the partial teachers in the south city are uncertain, and the soldiers in the east city are shedding their blood all the time.

Looking around, Xu An found that there was no one around him to discuss with. He had to decide everything by himself, and no one could help him.

He fell into panic, he didn't know what to do, just like he himself woke up suddenly from that train and came to this troubled world, and it was like waking up from a dream every night, with a sense of precarious fear.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The roar of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army came again, like a roaring tsunami, which made Xu An's drowsy head a little clearer.

"Wan Sheng..."

Xu An muttered to himself, he remembered Zhang Liang's teachings in the past, and also remembered Zhang Liang's dying words.

"When the yellow sky is covered, how can the common people survive."

"Both inside and outside, the eight states are concurrent, as real as fantasy, confusing, bustling, but a dream Huaxu."

Xu An raised his left hand and placed it on the ring-shoulders around his waist. He turned around and looked at Xu Da and Zhang Ji standing behind him, as well as his guards.

"Woo——" "Woo——"

The continuous sound of horns came from under the banner of the Yellow Turban Army, and the eyes of the entire Yellow Turban Army formation were focused.

Li Heng was riding on a war horse and was loudly boosting the morale of the soldiers under his command. Suddenly he heard a strange sound from behind. Looking back leisurely, he saw the towering khaki flag of the Chinese army moving forward slowly, representing The tiger-striped battle flags of the yellow angels also moved forward together.

The tiger-striped flags behind the five hundred yellow angels fluttered in the wind like five hundred tigers.

"drive."

Xu An's legs gently kicked the horse's belly, and the bay red horse under his crotch neighed softly, and ran forward with four hooves. The dazzling sunlight shone on Xu An's eyelids, as well as his armored body. His body, which was chilled because of fear, was slightly warm.

"call out----"

Under Jinyang City, the whistle of the Yellow Turban Army's attack sounded again.