The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 145 Night Attack
The dark night fell, and the forest in the south of Kuicheng was pitch black, with occasional insects and birds singing, which added a bit of horror to the dark background.

But the city of Kuicheng was brightly lit at this time.

Every ten steps on the city wall of Kuicheng, there is a brazier for lighting, and the wood is burning in it, making a crackling sound.

The sentry of the Han army holding a halberd watched the dark night outside the city vigilantly, guarding against possible night attacks by the "moth thieves" outside the city.

Not far away, several patrol teams of the Han army, led by the officers of the Han army, patrolled back and forth on the city wall.

Four miles south of the city of Kuicheng, the Yellow Turban Army descended into the Ming camp, and the flames covered the entire wilderness south of Kuicheng, as bright as the sea of ​​stars in the sky.

Zhu Jun stood on the tower with a solemn expression, looking at the Yellow Turban Army camp to the south.

The Han army was newly defeated during the day, and several lieutenant generals and schools were defeated in succession. Morale was at a low point.

The city wall of Kuicheng is only more than one foot high, and its ability to protect the Han army is limited. Even if the Yellow Turban army does not have large siege equipment, the Han army in Kuicheng may not be able to stop the Yellow Turban outside the city for too long.

The breeze came, and it also brought a vague howl.

Zhu Jun turned his head to look at a dark place in the city. It was the place where the wounded soldiers of the Han army lived, and the wailing sound came from there.

Zhu Jun was in a daze, how similar he was to Changshe at this time, except that the leader of the Yellow Turban Army outside the city was not Bo Cai, but Xu An.

"My lord..."

A personal guard walked slowly to Zhu Jun's side.

"Sun Jian, the Sima of the Other Ministry, and Wang En, the Sima of the Zuojun, are asking to see you."

Hearing the voice of the guard, Zhu Jun's thoughts were drawn back to his eyes from the sky, and Zhu Jun nodded.

The guards retreated silently, and after a while, the hurried footsteps of Sun Jian and Wang En could be heard in the room.

"Sun Jian pays his respects to the envoy."

"Wang En pays homage to the envoy."

Sun Jian and Wang En walked quickly to Zhu Jun's side and bowed.

Zhu Jun held Sun Jian's arm and asked, "How is Wentai's injury?"

Sun Jian replied, "It's just a small injury, thank you for your concern."

"Why did Wentai come to see me late at night?" Zhu Jun asked suspiciously.

Sun Jian said with a serious expression: "I have been with the envoy for a long time, and I will not be polite to the envoy. Now the Yellow Turban Army has cut off the passage from Kuicheng to the south of Hanoi County, and will definitely attack the city tomorrow morning."

"Now there are only eight or nine thousand people in the city, besides yesterday's new defeat, the army has no fighting spirit, and there will be no fighting spirit..."

Zhu Jun waved his hand, signaling Sun Jian not to speak any more.

"I know what Wentai means. Kuicheng cannot be defended. You want to persuade me to evacuate Kuicheng at night, right?"

Sun Jian hesitated for a while, then settled his mind and said, "Just as the envoy said."

"If you let the king's body fall into Sunflower City, the 'Moth Thief' will definitely gain momentum. I'm afraid that the aftermath of the Yellow Turban will recur, and the world will be in chaos again..."

Sun Jian solemnly asked Zhu Jun, "I would like to lead troops to harass the camp of the 'Moth Thief' and cover the envoys to evacuate from Kuicheng."

Zhu Jun's eyes flickered. Sun Jian said that he had already thought that just evacuating Kuicheng would be tantamount to throwing thousands of Han troops who remained in Kuicheng into hell.

"Leave the defense of Sunflower City to me..." Wang En stepped forward and begged, "It's a matter of loyalty to the emperor."

The north wind blew past, turning the brazier lighting the city tower from dim to bright, illuminating Zhu Jun's face a little blurry.

I have nothing to say for a long time.

A long sigh finally came from the tower, and the north wind blew again, and the fire on the tower finally dimmed.

……

Outside Kuicheng, the camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban Army went down to the Ming Camp, and there were burning braziers within [-] steps outside the wall. Yellow Turban cavalry riding horses roamed among them in groups of twos and threes, keeping an eye out for the Han army inside the city.

On the low wall of the village, there were soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army standing every ten or so steps holding bows and crossbows.

In the gaps in the camp, from time to time, the chief of the Yellow Turban Army carrying a khaki flag and leading a group of sergeants with spears slowly walked past.

The guards on the watchtower were also staring closely at the dark night, and any disturbance in the surroundings would attract their attention.

At seven quarters (12:45).

Under the dark night, the Yellow Turban Army did not notice that a Han army had quietly stepped out of Kuicheng.

Sun Jian led the horse and more than a dozen personal guards to the forefront, and behind them were a group of Han army sergeants leading each other.

A person's title, a horse's mouth.

Everyone in the Han army held wooden sticks in their mouths, and the horseshoes of the war horses had already been tightly wrapped with cloth by the Han army, and the horses' mouths were also tied up.

Under the cover of night, this Han army was slowly approaching the Yellow Turban Army camp south of Kuicheng.

The bright Yellow Turban camp soon appeared in Sun Jian's eyes. He had a panoramic view of the brazier outside the wall, the wandering Yellow Turban cavalry, and the guards on the watchtower.

Sun Jian turned his head to look at the bright sunflower city. He knew that Cheng Pu and Huang Gai were guarding Zhu Jun at this time.

Just waiting for the sound of fighting, all the cavalry in Sunflower City will escort Zhu Jun to evacuate from the east.

Sun Jian turned his head and looked at the Han soldiers around him. The way of life was in the east and the way of death was in the south, and they were heading south.

Sun Jian jumped onto his horse, and all the seventeen guards behind him also mounted their horses.

Lightly kicking the horse's belly with both legs, the horse sitting under Sun Jian shook its head and slowly moved forward with four hooves.

A fiery red banner was erected by a guard knight behind Sun Jian, and a group of Han army sergeants followed the fiery red banner and walked forward slowly.

The horse's four hooves were planing, and the subtle sound also attracted the attention of the rangers outside the wall.

A scout from the Yellow Turban Army moved his horse forward a few steps, trying to see the situation under the night.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A cold light flashed across the darkness, and the Yellow Turban scout didn't have time to react. A feathered arrow shot into his mouth, and the arrow sank deeply until it came out from the back of his neck.

Another Yellow Turban scout beside him couldn't help but turn pale with fright when he saw this, turned his horse's head, and wanted to run backwards.

There was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and the cold glow reappeared, and the scout of the Yellow Turban Army groaned and fell under the horse.

There was a feathered arrow stuck in his chest.

Dull footsteps sounded, and a sorrel war horse broke through the darkness and stepped into the light.

The bright fire light illuminated the scarlet shirt on Sun Jian's body, making it extraordinarily enchanting.

"Ugh——"

The low-pitched horn sounded, and the Han army dressed in red broke through the night, and the red tide swept towards the camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Enemy attack!"

A sentry of the Yellow Turban Army on the watchtower suddenly turned his head and shouted at the sergeant behind him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of warning drums sounded in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army in an instant.

"kill!"

Sun Jian rushed to the wall first, the wall was only two meters low, and the Yellow Turban army was in a hurry to build the camp, so they didn't put too many defensive facilities such as horse repelling.

Seeing Sun Jian rushing towards him, there was a hasty whistle sounding near the gate of the Yellow Turban barracks, and for a while there were shadows on the walls of the village.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The archers of the Yellow Turban Army on the wall finally drew their bows and released their arrows, and the sparse rain of arrows shot towards Sun Jian.

Sun Jian swung the ancient ingot knife and cut off the feathered arrows in front of him.

Although the Yellow Turban Army suddenly acquired a large amount of Han military equipment, it is not so easy to train a qualified archer.

The feathered arrows shot by these Yellow Turban Army archers were not taken seriously by Sun Jian at all.

"die!"

Sun Jian stepped on his horse and jumped up the low wall of the village like a tiger. In front of him were several panicked Yellow Turban archers.

The snow-white knife light flashed past, and the two Yellow Turban archers in front of them who were still nodding their arrows fell into a pool of blood.

"Ah-"

A chief of the Yellow Turban Army carrying a flag on his back shouted and raised his knife to kill Sun Jian.

The long knife swung down suddenly, Sun Jian did not dodge or dodge, he raised his knife to meet him.

But when he heard the sound of "铛", the leader of the Yellow Turban Army let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground, the long knife was already out of his hand.

The long knife spun a few times in the air and landed on the grass.

All the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army near the gate of the camp were so intimidated by Sun Jian that they stopped moving forward.

Sun Jian turned over and fell down the wall of the village, jumping away from the barricade at the gate of the camp.

"Squeak--"

The gate of the camp opened wide, and the soldiers of the Han army outside the gate rushed into the camp, shouting loudly.

The sergeants of the Han army rushed into the camp of the Yellow Turbans. They kicked over the brazier outside the tent and threw torches into the tent.

The fire suddenly shot up into the sky.

Sun Jian's eyes were full of raging fire, but it was puzzling.

Although the flames were bright, there was no wailing of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, nor did any of them rush out of the tent.

"not good!"

Sun Jian turned his head suddenly, wanting to stop the advancing Han soldiers, but it was too late.

"call out----"

Sharp wooden whistles suddenly sounded from all around, and yellow flags suddenly appeared on all sides of the camp.

A general of the Yellow Turban Army, wearing a yellow scarf and holding an iron rod, came out and shouted loudly: "Sun Jian, I have been waiting here for a long time under the order of my lord!"

Sun Jian looked up and recognized this person as He Man, the fierce general under Zhang Liang's command in the past.

With one stroke of the iron stick, He Man sternly shouted: "Kill!"

"call out----"

The sharp whistle sounded again, this is the whistle of the Yellow Turban Army's attack!
"Wan Sheng!!!"

A group of sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army shouted Wan Sheng and strode forward, and the khaki wave swept towards the panic-stricken Han army ahead.

At this time, most of the Han army had poured into the camp, but a small number were still outside the camp.

Seeing the ambushes of the Yellow Turban Army, soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads came from all directions, and the soldiers of the Han army who poured into the village and were still setting fire everywhere were frightened by the sudden change.

Although Sun Jian tried his best to control the situation, it was of no avail.

Many Han troops near the camp gate instinctively rushed out of the camp gate.

Although the sergeants of the Han army outside the camp gate heard the whistle, they didn't know what happened in the camp. They still swarmed towards the camp gate, and a large number of Han troops were blocked at the camp gate.

The outermost Han army discovered the change in the camp. The yellow flags and sharp whistles all indicated that the Yellow Turban Army had long been prepared.

But Sun Jian had already led people into the camp first, and there was no one in the Han army outside the camp who could give them general orders.

However, there are ambushes inside the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, why not outside the camp?

The sound of shouting and killing sounded, and the sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

Hundreds of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army had already galloped outside the wall, rushing into the chaotic wave of Han soldiers.

With the halberd swung, countless Han soldiers fell to the ground, their horses stepped over, and countless soldiers died on the battlefield.

Sun Jian led the horse and shouted loudly, wanting to regroup the chaotic Han army.

A guard knight came from the side, grabbed the reins of Sun Jian's horse and shouted: "My lord, it's too late, let's go!"

Sun Jian raised his eyes and looked around.

The black soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were swarming forward holding torches and waving sharp knives.

"Don't leave, Sun Jian!"

He Man waved his iron rod and led a group of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army, heading straight for Sun Jian's position.

Seeing that the situation has deteriorated to the point of being uncontrollable.

Sun Jian didn't hesitate anymore, and led the guard knights to kill to the other side.

Although Sun Jian was not afraid of He Man, if he was entangled by He Man at this time, the Yellow Turban Army would surround him, and Sun Jian would have no way out.

……

The raging flames from the north of the Yellow Turban Army camp shot up into the sky, reflected in Xu An's eyes, and turned into dancing sparks.

For the Han army's attack on the camp, Xu An had been prepared for a long time. He ordered He Man, Yu Du, and Zhang Yan to lie in ambush with the sergeants for a long time.

The Taihang Yellow Turban was stationed in the south of Kuicheng, blocking the road between the south and Kuicheng, which is equivalent to cutting off the connection between Kuicheng and the outside world, making it an isolated city.

The Han army in Kuicheng suffered heavy casualties, their morale was low, and the city walls were low. Zhu Jun had been in the battlefield for a long time, so he naturally knew that it was impossible for his remnant soldiers to stop Xu An for too long.

Defending the city has no chance of winning, and it may even not last until the arrival of reinforcements.

The fighting ended at dusk yesterday, and the Yellow Turban Army hastily set up camp in Nancheng, so the Han Army is likely to send troops to attack the camp of the Yellow Turban Army at night.

And there is another possibility that Zhu Jun will use this opportunity to escape from Kuicheng.

Because if Zhu Jun was killed in Kuicheng, it would inevitably cause a shock in the world, and Zhu Jun would definitely not be able to bear the consequences.

"A mile away from our army, Han cavalry appeared."

A yellow scarf scout with a feather on his back flashed out of the darkness, half kneeling in front of Xu An's horse, reporting to Xu An respectfully.

Xu An withdrew his gaze, drove the horse forward a few steps, looked up to the west, as if he wanted to see something through the dark night.

……

Under the night, a cavalry of the Han army was galloping eastward.

Zhu Jun was surrounded by a group of soldiers, with Cheng Pu and Huang Gai guarding him.

The shouts of killing had already started in the south of Kuicheng, and Zhu Jun could see the flames soaring into the sky.

Cheng Pu and Huang Gai said nothing. They wanted to attack the camp of the Yellow Turbans instead of Sun Jian, but Sun Jian refused.

The noise in the south became more and more loud, and Zhu Jun couldn't help but let out another long sigh on the undulating horseback.

He looked back at the bright Sunflower City under the night sky.

The fire that had been extinguished above the city tower was rekindled at this time, and there were shadows on the city tower.

Zhu Jun knew that Wang En must be on the tower at this time, watching the battle outside the southern city.

Zhu Jun clenched the rein in his hand, he didn't want to escape, but he had no choice, he couldn't die, at least he couldn't die in Kuicheng, and he couldn't die under Xu An's hands.

He couldn't allow Xu An to start a new round of Yellow Turban Rebellion in the Han territory with the power of beheading himself. The Han Empire is now as dangerous as a mansion full of holes.

There was a sudden commotion in front of him, which also disturbed Zhu Jun's thoughts.

Suddenly, dots of flames appeared in front of the Han army, and the dense flames gathered together, eventually converging into seas of flames.

(End of this chapter)