The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 103 Bootcamp
The captured sergeants of Yang Fengjun were all detained in the former camp at the foot of Chishiling Mountain.

In the battle of Chishiling, Yang Fengjun had more than [-] troops participating in the battle. Now there are only more than [-] people in the prisoner-of-war camp. During the night battle, only a small number escaped into the surrounding forests.

In the bitter sun camp, Yang Fengjun soldiers in sackcloth huddled together in twos and threes. Most of them had no gleam in their eyes, and their faces were numb, like walking dead. Only the rising and falling chests could prove that they all It's a group of real people.

The gate of the camp was opened again, and teams of soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army poured into the prisoner-of-war camp through the gate. farther away.

More Yellow Turban soldiers walked into the camp under the leadership of the chiefs who carried the flags on their backs, and ordered the prisoners who were sitting or lying on the ground to stand up.

Although Yang Mu was curled up in the corner, did he escape the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army? Even because he got up slowly, he almost got a stick on his back.

No one was making noise, because the "Jingguan" made of hundreds of corpses was still standing outside the gate of the camp.

Those thorns who clamored for the prisoners around them, as well as most of the leaders and officers in the army, their corpses were all piled up on it.

"Move forward!"

The leader of the Yellow Turban Army yelled loudly at the prisoners around him, and Yang Mu lowered his head and mixed in the crowd, trying not to be so conspicuous as possible, and followed the crowd slowly towards the direction of the camp gate.

There was also some noise in the queue, but when they walked out of the camp gate and saw the "Jingguan" piled up outside the camp, everyone closed their mouths in silence.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yang Mu followed the queue and walked into a camp that looked particularly neatly arranged, which was completely different from their camp.

There was an endless stream of patrolling soldiers, and there were many soldiers with bows and crossbows near the wall.

After entering the camp, Yang Mu's queue was divided into several teams. Yang Mu took a rough look, and there were about forty or fifty people in his team.

They were taken to an open space by soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army and ordered to stand in a square formation.

Yang Mu and the others obeyed the order of the escorting Yellow Turban Army sergeant, and it took half a minute to form a phalanx crookedly.

Yang Mu was selected to be the vanguard of the second row. The first row was a dark-skinned burly man, but this man was a head taller than him, and his physique was also much stronger. Stand out from the crowd.

However, although this man was tall, he was a little dull. When he was lining up, the sergeant of the Yellow Turban Army called him several times but did not answer, so he was beaten firmly by the third and fourth army sticks.

Yang Mu and the others were forced to stand in the queue in a particularly weird posture. After standing for only a moment, Yang Mu already felt the pain from his feet, and even his back began to ache.

The sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army who were holding military sticks were walking through the queue to check their standing posture. If someone in the queue moved a little, the back or buttocks would be hit with a solid military stick, because everyone dared not move. I had to persevere hard.

It was noon at this time, and the glaring light shone in the valley, and there was no cover in the open space, and it shone directly on the people, sweat rolled down their faces, there were army sticks at the side, and there was no People dare to erase.

I don't know how long it took, until Yang Mu felt that his legs didn't seem to be his own, and finally a yellow scarf soldier dressed as an officer appeared in his sight.

Looking at the group of straight captives, Zhao Ji couldn't help but curl his mouth. He was once ordered to stand in a military posture like this, and even received the Tenth Army Stick instead of his younger brother Zhao Xu.

From curling up in Lutai Mountain, hunting in the mountains every day, farming to satisfy hunger, and now that the Yellow Turban Army has unified Taihang, but in a few years, if Zhao Ji hadn't followed the Yellow Turban Army all the way from Lutai Mountain, he would hardly have I can't believe that all this happened for real.

After he was promoted to team leader, he had already joined Taiping Road under the recommendation of Qu Nei's military marshal.

After a series of battles, most people in the army have deified Xu An, especially after the battle of Shijianshan, after a lot of chanting, and the conscious guidance of the Yellow Turban alchemist, the respect for Xu An in the army is almost has reached its peak.

"Let me tell you the truth, in my Yellow Turban Army, I didn't enter as I wished. According to the order of the superior officer, I trained for [-] days. Those who failed were sent back to the mine."

Zhao Ji glanced coldly at the prisoners in front of him.

"There are many mines in the Taihang Mountains, and there is a shortage of manpower to mine them. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

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At this time, Xu An had already led his division north again, on the way back to Banyun Mountain.

After defeating Yang Feng's main force, Xu An sent Xu Huang and Gong Du to lead the trilogy, and went around to attack the two men who were guarding Qingyanjue and Zhuoquan Valley.

When Sili saw the army surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army, he simply surrendered. He was not a fool. He knew that there was only one possibility for the Yellow Turban Army of the brigade to appear behind him, and that was that Yang Feng's main force was defeated. up.

However, Yuzai did not surrender, and defended Qingyan and wanted to resist stubbornly. However, Qingyanjue's terrain was more dangerous than defending the north. Yes, Yuzai chose to burn himself to death on the top of Qingyanjue mountain in desperation, which can be regarded as his devotion to the Lord.

The troops under Xu An's command, counting the surrendered Yang Feng tribe and the seven forces in the north, now number in the tens of thousands, and new problems are also placed in front of him.

After experiencing the repeated battles between Guangzong and Xia Quyang, Xu An also knew that there are not many soldiers, but the truth that the Han army often wins more with fewer, in fact, it is not the weak that wins the strong, but the strong that wins the weak.

The Han army under Huangfusong was fully armored, well-equipped, and well-trained. With such a sergeant, only [-] soldiers could defeat ten times the enemy.

These tens of thousands of people have complex compositions and uneven levels of combat power. If you pull such an army to resist the Han Dynasty, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

So Xu An issued an order for the training camp, and the outstanding officers of the generals were selected and sent out to serve as instructors, and weeded out those old, weak, sick and disabled, as well as those who sneaked, raped and played tricks.

Those who have serious thieves' habits must not stay in the army, and there is no need for such people in Taipingdao.

Those who are slick and have serious habits of banditry will not only be of no help to the combat effectiveness of the army, but will actually lower the combat effectiveness of an army.

(End of this chapter)