The World of Yellow Sky

Lu Zhi shook his head. If the million yellow scarves were raised by then, with the unshakable banner of Xu An in Shangdang County, the foundation of the big man would be shaken.

It is necessary to take down Bachi Mountain and take the initiative. The best thing is to enter Xiangyuan City before the Taihang Yellow Turban goes north and hold the northern part of Shangdang County. Only in this way can the Taihang Yellow Turban, which is rapidly expanding in strength, be contained.

"Pass me the general order, send Rui Shi out!"

Lu Zhi suddenly got up and ordered.

A series of military orders were passed down from the Chinese army, and the generals of the Han army beside Lu Zhi left one after another.

Countless flags were waving under the fiery red flag, and the sharp soldiers of the Han army in heavy armor stepped out of the army formation slowly to the sound of high-spirited war drums.

More siege vehicles were pushed out by the Han army, as well as some shield vehicles.

The style of this shield chariot is the same as the shield chariot used by Xu An to attack Jinyang City at the beginning. The shield surface is made of two layers of wood, and the Han army thickened it a few points, adding some defensive means.

Liu Pi looked at the sergeants of the Han army pushing the shield carts down the mountain, and his expression became serious.

The shield chariot was mentioned by Zhang Yi in a letter to the emperor Liu Hongzhong, and Lu Zhi also ordered some to be built in imitation of what Zhang Yi said.

On the watchtower on Bachi Mountain, Liu Pi looked at the Han army at the foot of the mountain who were preparing to go, but his expression was no longer as serious as before, but a lot more relaxed.

At this moment, standing in front of Liu Pi was a scribe holding a silk fan, and beside him stood two generals.

These three people were Yan Zhong, Xu Huang, and Gong Du who came all the way in a hurry, and they also brought more than 100 knights.

After destroying the Han army in Changping, Yan Zhong took the initiative to ask Ying to go north to help Liu Pi.

At this moment, Liu Pi is fighting fiercely with Lu Zhi. Liu Pi was only the leader of the Yellow Angels before. Yan Zhong was afraid that he would lose if he defended for a long time, so he wanted to go north immediately to take command.

Xu An only thought, even if he agreed to Yan Zhong's request, after all, the outcome of Bachi Mountain is very important.

So Xu Huang and Gong Du led more than 100 elite riders to protect Yan Zhong and galloped all the way northward, one with two horses, and finally arrived at Bachi Mountain on the [-]th.

Just when the Han army was ready to go down the mountain, Yan Zhong had already arrived at the Yellow Turban Barracks on Bachi Mountain, and took over the command of the Yellow Turban on Bachi Mountain from Liu Pi.

Chapter 164 Han Army Assault!

"woo"

The low sound of the horn sounded in the formation of the Han army, and the desolate sound of the horn slowly flew to the sky, and also passed over the heads of the soldiers of the two armies who were fighting hard on the mountain road.

In the formation of the Han army, a big fiery banner galloped forward.

Lu Zhi supported the saddle with his left hand and held a lance in his right. He steered the white horse under his crotch to stop in front of the lineup of sharp soldiers of the Han army who were waiting to attack.

Before the formation of the sharp soldiers of the Han army, the last line of the Han army has been formed.

"go ahead!"

The Marquis of the Han Army drew out the ring-shoulders at his waist, stood on the right side of the army formation, and shouted loudly.

Five hundred Han soldiers marched forward slowly, and they were about to replace the soldiers of the Han army who were fighting fiercely on the mountain road, providing cover for the subsequent assault of the sharp soldiers of the Han army.

The burly Han soldiers pushed the siege vehicles to the front.

Lu Zhi led the white horse and galloped in front of the sharp soldiers of the Han army. The mountain wind howled, blowing the crimson battle robe on Lu Zhi's body.

"Gaodu City has fallen, and now the moth thief has entered Shangdang County!"

Lu Zhi's voice was like a bell, and his words were clearly heard by the five hundred Han soldiers who were preparing to attack.

"Now that the country is in danger, barbarians are everywhere, and rebels are swarming everywhere, it is the day for our generation to serve the country!"

Lu Zhi raised his lance high, the tip of the lance pierced the sky, and shouted angrily: "Slay the bandit chief and sue my emperor!"

A burst of high-spirited war drums sounded, which was the signal for the attack of the sharp soldiers of the Han army!

"Slay the thief chieftain and sue my emperor!"

"Slay the thief chieftain and sue my emperor!"

"Slay the thief chieftain and sue my emperor!"

All the sharp soldiers of the Han army were furious, they repeated Lu Zhi's military orders loudly, and walked resolutely towards the mountain road.

Looking at the brave soldiers beside him, Lu Zhi's eyes were slightly red, and he let out a long sigh.

Now there are countless moths inside the Han Empire, which are slowly eroding her life, and there are countless powerful enemies outside, trying to tear it apart.

These sergeants stayed in the border area for a long time, and used their bodies to build a great wall to protect the safety of the Han Empire.

For hundreds of years, they repelled powerful enemies one after another for the great man, and until now, they are still willing to fight for their country and their emperor.

"There is no retreat!!!"

The military marquis of the Han army's elite soldiers held up the halberd in his hand. He walked at the forefront of the army formation and shouted hoarsely.

"There is death but there is no life!!!"

The sharp soldiers of the Han army responded in unison and strode forward.

Lu Zhi didn't move, and his fiery red banner stood in front of the Han army's formation at the foot of Bachi Mountain.

On the Bachi Mountain, yellow flags fluttered, countless soldiers came and went, and the Han army was about to launch an assault.

Yan Zhong's face was solemn, and on the mountain path of Bachi Mountain, a large number of Yellow Turban troops were rushing along the mountain path to help Qingshiling and Anshan.

Qingshiling Yellow Turban Barracks.

The banner of the left school stood at the forefront of the position.

The attack intensity of the Han army suddenly intensified. Although there were reinforcements from Bachishan to help the battle, Zuoxiao was still quite embarrassed at this time.

This time the Han army invested several times more siege vehicles than in the past, and several village walls were breached one after another, and the Han army was rushing into the village walls one after another.

Moreover, this time the Han army did not take over the attack as before, but fought to the death without retreating, and it is still advancing, as if it had been beaten with chicken blood.

There was already a river of blood beside the wall, and the corpses of soldiers from both sides were piled up together.

The armies of the two sides fought together, and no one was willing to take a step back.

A sergeant of the Yellow Turban Army had just stabbed his spear into the neck of the Han army in front of him, and then another soldier of the Han army pierced his thin body with a halberd.

The Han army in the front line was already red-eyed at this time, they let out a beast-like growl from their throats, and moved forward frantically.

The front of the Yellow Turban Army was being repelled step by step by the Han army, and more and more Han troops poured into the wall of the village.

If it wasn't for Zuo Xiao's desperate resistance, the Yellow Turban Army on Qingshiling almost approached the verge of defeat several times.

There were several knife marks on the armor on Zuoxiao's body. Fortunately, in addition to the iron armor on the outside, he also added a layer of leather armor inside, so as not to hurt the body.

But up to this point in the fight, Zuo Xiao's physical strength has also been severely consumed. Zuo Xiao leaned against the military tent, panting and cursing angrily: "Damn it, why are these thieves killing all of them!"

"woo"

At this moment, the sound of a low-pitched horn suddenly sounded from the wall of the village.

Colonel Zuo's complexion changed drastically, and there was a sudden commotion in the Yellow Turban Army formation in front, and some sergeants even dropped their weapons and fled backwards.

"Stop them for me, those who dare to escape, kill without mercy!"

Zuo Xiao roared and issued the military order.

A total of five lines of defense were built in Qingshiling's camp. The previous four lines of defense were broken by the Han army one by one. Now this is the last line.

There are only a few horses and fences behind Zuo Xiaoxiao. If the army is defeated, the entire Qingshiling camp will definitely be lost.

Zuo Xiao's personal soldiers rushed forward, blocked the escape route of the fleeing soldiers, and wanted to kill them one by one on the spot.

It was just the scene in front of them that made them stop their progress.

The soldiers of the Han army in sharp clothes jumped into the battle formation, and those soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army holding spears and halberds in their hands couldn't resist at all.

The weapons in their hands can't even pierce the armor of the sharp soldiers of the Han army!

The sharp soldiers of the Han army rushed into the formation of the Yellow Turban Army like tigers like a flock of sheep. In an instant, hundreds of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army fell under the assault of the sharp soldiers of the Han Army.

The entire Qingshiling defense line became fragmented in an instant under the assault of the sharp soldiers of the Han army.

"Reinforcements will be here soon! Whoever dares to run, my left school will be the first to kill him!"

Zuo Xiao looked back at Bachi Mountain, he still remembered what Liu Pi said when he went out to fight that day.

For the Yellow Angels in Taiping Dao, Zuo Xiao naturally knew very well, so he also knew that if he dared to leave the camp and retreat, he might really suffer all kinds of punishments and die.

"Hold me up!"

Zuo Xiao had a lot of prestige on weekdays, and for a while the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans beside him were also stopped by Zuo Xiao.

And after all, the sharp soldiers of the Han army are still more than 30 steps away from here.

"call out"

The whistle sounded, and the reinforcements from Bachi Mountain had also arrived. There were probably a group of soldiers marching forward from the rear of the camp in a neat formation.

The sharp whistle was heard by everyone at this moment, and it had never been so pleasant.

Seeing the reinforcements coming, the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans finally stabilized their minds and the army formation.

The same situation happened in the Yellow Turban camp in Anshan. The sharp soldiers of the Han army broke through several Yellow Turban formations in succession.

Guo Daxian led the soldiers under his command to retreat again and again until he reached the last wall of the village, and then he managed to stabilize the line of defense by relying on the bed crossbow on the wall and the support from Bachi Mountain. However, if the Han army's offensive continued like this , I am afraid that the loss of the two camps will be a matter of time.

And if the two camps of Anshan and Qingshiling fell at the same time, then the remaining [-] soldiers on Bachi Mountain alone would not be able to resist the Han army's offensive alone.

Chapter 165 The Wind Rises!

On Qingshi Ridge, the fighting between the two armies has reached a fever pitch.

Among the two armies, no one noticed the abnormality on the other side of the slope.

Xu Huang held the reins in his left hand and led the restless Hualiu. The strong wind blew up his plain war robe, revealing the dark iron armor inside, and the yellow scarf tied on the top helmet was also blown by the mountain wind. rise.

As the wind fluttered, a banner with the word "Xu" in black on a yellow background unfurled in the wind.

The mountain wind also transmitted the sound of fighting on the other side of the hillside. Xu Huang listened to the sound of fighting in his ears, and let out a breath of foul air.

Holding the rein with his left hand, Xu Huang kicked the horse's belly with his legs. Hualiu let out a low neigh and galloped forward slowly.

The tall banner was blown by the mountain wind, and more than [-] knights wrapped in yellow scarves like him behind Xu Huang were also galloping forward with their saddles on their horses.

The heavy horseshoes knocked on the mountain road, like heavy rain from the sky falling into the river.

……

Zuo Xiao's two personal guards, one on the left and one on the right, supported Zuo Xiao by his side. Zuo Xiao's leg was stabbed by a sharp halberd and he could no longer stand up.

Zuo Xiao has never felt that time has passed so long, and soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army's formation are constantly being killed by the Han army.

Crying, wailing, and killing sounds penetrated Zuo Xiao's head like magic sounds, making Zuo Xiao's head extremely painful.

Zuo Xiao's heart turned cold little by little, and the bloody scene in front of him stimulated his nerves.

He wanted to escape, he wanted to escape from the purgatory battlefield, the ferocious faces of the sharp soldiers of the Han army in front of him, and the terrified expressions of the sergeants beside him, all could be seen by the left school.

Zuo Xiao's body trembled slightly, he didn't want to die, his Adam's apple surged up and down, he wanted to order the guards guarding him to take him out of here.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

A roar suddenly came from the army formation, interrupting Zuo Xiaoxiao's words.

"The year is Jiazi, the world will be blessed!!!"

More Yellow Turban soldiers roared hysterically.

Hearing the shouts of the soldiers beside him, a layer of mist gradually appeared in front of Zuo Xiaoxiao's eyes. He clenched the broken halberd in his hand and swallowed the words of retreating back into his stomach.

"The souls of those who died in battle return to Huang Tian...it's a good destination."

There was a wry smile on Zuo Xiaoxiao's face. He raised the broken halberd in his hand, and the sharp soldiers of the Han army in front of him had swarmed again, and the time for a desperate fight had come.

"call out"

A piercing scream suddenly sounded from the right of the Han army.

Time seemed to have stood still for a moment, and before Zuo Xiaoxiao's eyes, the menacing soldiers of the Han army who swarmed over stopped moving forward.

The left school even saw fear on their faces.

The thunderous sound of horseshoes suddenly echoed in Zuo Xiao's ears, Zuo Xiao suddenly turned his head, and the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army had stepped into the formation of the Han army like an overwhelming mountain.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army beside Zuoxiao shouted loudly, and the crisis in front of them finally dissipated!