The World of Yellow Sky

The red and yellow waves receded slowly, and the two sides dragged their wounded soldiers staggeringly, and slowly returned to their respective camps.

The wilderness outside Sunflower City is already devastated, covered with broken weapons, torn armor, and the corpses of dead soldiers. The green grass that was originally green is now a dark red color.

The camps on both sides became silent.

But everyone knows that all this is just the tranquility before the rainstorm, and the next collision will be more intense.

Four Hours (14:[-])

"Ugh——"

The yellow turban army's central army suddenly sounded a low-pitched horn.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Then the sound of war drums slowly sounded in the army, alarming the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who had just had their meals in the camp.

"Soldier Gathering Drum..."

In the camp of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, Yang Mu stood up first, looked up to the direction of the Chinese army, and everyone slowly got up from the ground.

The Martial Soldiers Battalion of the Yellow Turban Army can be said to have suffered the most casualties in the entire army. They withstood the most violent attack of the Han army and made the most outstanding military exploits.

Yang Mu's team must have 52 soldiers, but now there are only 21 people who can stand up. The team leader Zhao Ji also retired due to serious injuries.

Like Yang Mu, there were still many teams in the military camp with more than half of the casualties, and there were even entire teams, and even the entire army was wiped out.

The flag officer was standing outside the military tent carrying the team flag, Yang Mu and the others checked their armor and weapons for the last time, and lined up silently under the team flag.

Then slowly walked towards the position of the military camp camp, as usual, more and more sergeants along the road merged into their queue.

It's just that the morale was not as high as before, and the armor was bright. Many of them lowered their heads and moved forward silently.

I don't know how many of the former Pao Ze have passed away forever, left them, and fell down on the field outside Sunflower City.

Yang Mu raised his head and looked forward. In front of their team was another team of soldiers from Tongtun.

When the army marched, there were fifty heavily armed soldiers with high morale in front of Yang Mu, but now there were only eight bloody soldiers with tattered armor.

They walked silently between the gaps in the military tents.

The flag-bearer who liked to joke was nowhere to be seen, and the usually taciturn leader was no longer in the queue.

Yang Mu turned his head to look at their flag officer.

Their flag bearer was limping at this time, but he was holding the team's flag tightly.

The flag officer's thigh was cut through the armor by the halberd of the Han army's elite, but after a simple bandage, he still chose to return to the military camp.

Yang Mu actually didn't understand, he couldn't understand why the flag officer didn't want to stay in the safe wounded barracks, but wanted to return to the battle.

The fierce battle with the Han army was far beyond Yang Mu's imagination. When he was under Yang Feng's command, he also fought with Yu Du's soldiers many times, but the brutality of the fights was far inferior to today's battle.

When he was under Yang Feng's command, there were only a few hundred people fighting in a melee, more than a dozen people fought in a group, and at most no more than a thousand people. Although the two sides lined up randomly, it would not take long for one side to be defeated.

Even the county soldiers who encountered the counties and counties where Yang Feng harassed the imperial court were able to repel the Han army's offensive because of their large number of troops.

What he saw and heard on the battlefield today all stimulated Yang Mu's nerves.

Thousands of people lined up, spears and halberds were as dense as the trees in the Taihang Mountains. The enemy in front of them was not a bandit wearing linen and holding a crudely made weapon, but an elite man wearing solid armor and holding a sharp sword. military.

Those armored soldiers of the Han army were even more terrifying than the Xiong Wei that Yang Mu met in Taihang Mountain.

He finally understood what the army had been emphasizing before.

In a dignified formation, thousands of people lined up, the brave must not be the first, and the cowardly must not be the last.

Cong guns poked, Cong guns stabbed, slashed with random knives, and killed him indiscriminately.

Just rushing in together, it's hard to change hands, how can you move left and right.

When one person turns back, the public is suspicious, and when one person moves, the public will also seize their hearts, so there is no room for advancing or retreating.

He still remembered the terrifying scene when the sharp soldiers of the Han army charged into the formation. Under the leadership of the Han army officers with feathers in their helmets, the sharp soldiers of the Han army rushed into the formation like tigers descending from the mountain, killing all the soldiers. The army formation rushed to pieces.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army can only rely on the battle formation methods they have learned in training, and strive to maintain the army formation.

In the battle formation, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning tightly together, trying their best, and the dense array could barely compete with the sharp soldiers of the Han Army.

After a while, the Yellow Turban Army of each battalion had already assembled in their respective camps.

It's just that most of the camps have a lot more space than before, and an indescribable emotion spread among the Yellow Turban Army.

The north wind howled, and the banners in the Yellow Turban barracks were blown by the wind and fluttered.

The rest of the military camp has all assembled in the camp.

The sound of the drums disappeared, but the school did not step onto the high platform, and no one came to explain what to do, but let them gather on the school grounds.

There was a little commotion in the crowd, but it soon calmed down. The military discipline formulated by Xu An had been firmly imprinted in their minds during the months of training.

At this time, there were dozens of heads at the gate of the military camp. They were soldiers who had violated military discipline on the battlefield before.

Just as the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the school field were wondering, a rush of horseshoes sounded from the gate of the camp.

Then a big khaki flag appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Great virtuous teacher!"

Everyone recognized the owner of this flag, and only one person in the entire Taihang Yellow Turban Army was qualified to use the banner, and the crowd became commotion.

Xu An's prestige in the army has almost reached its peak.

After more than ten years of development, Taipingdao already has a solid foundation, coupled with Xu An's vigorous promotion, every song must have two Fu Zhu and alchemists from the Yellow Turban Army to promote the teachings. At this time, most of the army is Taipingdao believers.

Xu An has been deified under the propaganda of these Yellow Turban Army talismans and alchemists.

With the appearance of Xu An, the original gloomy atmosphere in the military camp is slowly disappearing.

Chapter 142

Under the high platform of the Yellow Turban Soldiers Camp.See 'Mao. Line, Chinese. Chinese, Net

At this moment, Xu An finally understood what Zhang Liang was feeling when he spoke at the gate tower of Guangzong City, because his situation at the moment was almost the same as that of Zhang Liang.

If he wins, he will enter the sea like a dragon. From then on, the world will be as big as he is, and all the yellow scarves in the world will use him as a banner.

At that time, Xu An will be the real great virtuous teacher of Taiping Dao, the leader of the million yellow scarves in the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty.

But if he is defeated, he can only escape into the mountains, and become a small bandit just like Zhang Yan in history, surviving in the cracks among the major forces, and finally surrender under the command of powerful princes, life and death are in the hands of others hand.

Xu An stood on the high platform, and the eyes of all the soldiers in the audience focused on him.

"There is a severe drought in the world, no grain is harvested, and the tax is heavy, just because the eunuchs and the powerful want to be arrogant and enjoy the blessings!"

Under the high platform, the warriors of the Yellow Turban Army repeated Xu An's words loudly, and they wanted to ensure that everyone in the camp could hear Xu An's words.

"The Han army called us 'moth thieves'"

"It's ridiculed that we are like moths to the flame, and we are as weak as insects and ants, but we are too self-sufficient to stop the tall frame of the Han army."

Xu An held the railing tightly and roared loudly.

"I was poor and had no land to stand on, but I was suffering and bullying. Officials broke into our house and took away the only remaining food..."

"We just want to fight for a way to survive, but the damn world won't let it go, and the Liu family who lives in Luoyang and lives in the sky won't let it go!"

All the soldiers in the audience tightly held the weapons in their hands, and they remembered the past.

Those native residents of the Taihang Mountains have become disaster victims since the famine, and bandits and bandits are rampant. Most of the residents have either become bandits or have escaped to the mountains to live in seclusion to avoid wars.

In addition to the local residents in the Taihang Mountains, there are also some soldiers from various states and counties. These states and counties have all suffered famine without exception. What they experienced is the same as the Yellow Turban Army who rose up in the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

They fled into the deep mountains just to beg for a living, but bandits were rampant in the mountains, so the strong became bandits, and the weak died in the mountains.

There are also the Yellow Turban Army who fled into Taihang Mountain with Zhang Yan, the original Yellow Turban in Taihang Mountain, and the survivors of the Xiaquyang War.

Their respective situations are different, and each of them has their own past, but almost none of the past is not tragic, and most of them are just victims of this miserable world.

"The heavens are not benevolent, the yellow heavens should stand! Now we are wrapped up in yellow scarves and gathered together, and we will definitely change the destiny of heaven in the world!"

"Although we don't have strong soldiers, we still have people from all over the world! The Han Dynasty will surely be overthrown, and Huang Tian will definitely replace it!"

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

As soon as Xu An's words fell, countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in the entire camp raised their weapons high and responded enthusiastically to Xu An.

"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 sound of mountains and tsunami came from the audience, and thousands of people gathered together to shout and roar.

At the same time, in the rest of the camp, Fu Zhu in khaki robes and generals in armor were repeating the same words as Xu An.

More and more shouts sounded, and countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army raised their arms and shouted wildly.

"Ugh——"

The horn sounded one after another in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and countless horns were blown.

The Yellow Turban Army is using horns to bid farewell to those Paoze who died in battle outside Kuicheng.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of passionate war drums sounded from the camp, and a big khaki flag galloped out of the camp first, followed by countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army.

At 14:15 ([-]:[-]), the Yellow Turban army came out again.

The khaki torrent rolled forward, and countless sergeants with yellow scarves gathered again under the big khaki flag and marched towards Kuicheng!

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"The main force of 'Moth Thief' is back in battle!"

A scout from the Han army with a feather on his back broke through the curtain, hurried into Zhu Jun's tent and reported loudly to him.

Zhu Jun's face was gloomy at this time, Sun Jian was wounded, Zu Mao and Han Dang died in battle, the family soldiers who followed him all the way to the north and south were also lost over a thousand, and the morale of the army was unprecedentedly low.

"Order all the ministries to stick to the camp and help each other."

Zhu Jun stood up, kept walking in the tent, and had no choice but to give orders.

The Han army and the Taihang Yellow Turban Army fought in a majestic formation in the wilderness outside Kuicheng.

The commander of the left wing of the Yellow Turban Army is Zhang Yan. Zhu Jun has also heard of Zhang Yan's reputation.

Although the right wing is weak, the Yellow Turban Army has more soldiers and can return to help in time.

Only the Chinese army was more difficult. The Yellow Turban Army had a strict formation, and the Chinese army's front-line command was not even inferior to Zhu Jun's.

This also led to the failure of the sharp advance of the Han army.

Although Zhu Jun knew from the letter of Zhang Yi, the governor of Bingzhou, that the Taihang Yellow Turbans were far from ordinary Yellow Turbans, he still chose to use the usual tactics of fighting the Yellow Turbans.

In the field, the infantry on the left and right flanks restrained the cavalry to break through, drove the routs to attack the Chinese army, and the Chinese army broke through the center with sharp soldiers, defeated the Chinese army in one fell swoop, and beheaded the enemy general.

But at the beginning, the Han army lost the advantage of the cavalry because of the heavy cavalry hidden by the Yellow Turban Army. The idea of ​​letting the cavalry control the entire battlefield intelligence and breaking through the two wings came to naught.

Then, the front line of the Yellow Turban Army actually blocked the onslaught of the sharp soldiers of the Han army led by Sun Jian, Zu Mao, and Han Dang.

What shocked Zhu Jun even more was that generally speaking, the Yellow Turban Army needs time to adjust their morale after a war, but the Yellow Turban Army in Taihang Mountain recovered in a short period of time.

Zhu Jun lost the courage of the Yellow Turban Army to fight in the field, not only because the Yellow Turban Army exceeded his expectations, but also because the army suffered heavy casualties.

It is also because in order to meet Taihang's Yellow Turban, he mobilized soldiers from two counties in Hedong and Hanoi.

If he is defeated, there will be almost no troops in Hanoi and Hedong that can be used in field battles. The soldiers of this Yellow Turban Army can even go straight to Henan and threaten Luoyang.

At that time, the capital will be shaken, not to mention that Zhu Jun himself may be dismissed from his post, what is more serious is that the Yellow Turban Rebellion that had already been suppressed will have the risk of resurgence.

The Han Empire has endured too much turmoil. The Yellow Turban Rebellion has just been put down, and the Qiang Rebellion in the northwest has not yet been put down. The Han Empire is now devastated and cannot bear another Yellow Turban Rebellion.

Moreover, the main force of the Han army was still in the northwest at this time, and Luoyang's troops were stretched, so Zhu Jun could only choose to stick to it and preserve the strength of the Han army.

The scouts of the Han army hurriedly left the big tent and took away Zhu Jun's military orders.

The curtain was lowered, and Zhu Jun slowly took off the helmet on his head, revealing his gray hair, and his straight back bent down.

Like Huangfusong, he is no longer young...

Chapter 143 Suigu

In the wilderness outside Kuicheng, the khaki yellow tide has covered the entire front.