The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 177 White Wave Yellow Turban
In the third year of Zhongping, on October [-]th, Frost's Fall.

The weather in the Northland is gradually getting colder.

Under the leadership of Xu Huang, the South Route Army has reached the northern part of the Wangwu Mountains.

Xu Huang's tall khaki general flag fluttered in the wind, standing in the seemingly endless march of the Yellow Turban Army.

More than [-] Yellow Turban Army filled the entire official road, and the biting cold wind came from the north, and the cold wind roared past the marching ranks of the Yellow Turban Army.

The cold wind is pervasive. They passed through the tight marching ranks of the Yellow Turban Army, and penetrated through the gaps in the armor of the Yellow Turban soldiers, making them feel the biting cold.

Zhao Ji tightened the yellow scarf around his neck, trying to block the pervasive cold wind.

"what."

Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief at his icy hand, and he felt that his icy hand regained some consciousness.

For some reason, Zhao Ji felt a little disappointed. He raised his head and looked around. There was a queue like a dragon in front of him and behind him. The heads of people wrapped in yellow scarves were moving in the queue.

As if feeling Zhao Ji's gaze, one of the Yellow Turban Army commanders in the queue who was carrying a khaki flag on his back grinned at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji recognized him. His name was Wang Qi. After Zhao Ji was injured, it was Wang Qi who temporarily replaced him to command the battle.

Zhao Ji could also call out the names of the people behind Wang Qi, and the soldier who followed Wang Qi with a straight eye and fixed eyes was called Chen Wu.

Following behind Chen Wu, the young man with his head slightly lowered and his face solemn was Yang Mu, but he was a little taciturn, and he was the most serious during training.

The lean man with the goatee who was winking at Zhao Ji was called Tian Deer, and the serious tall man was actually a chatterbox named Queen Zhong.

The reason why Zhao Ji can remember so clearly is because his original subordinates, more than [-] sergeants, except for them and a few others, have slept forever in the wilderness of Kuicheng.

"Brother, let's go."

Suddenly, a slight reminder came from the ear.

Zhao Ji's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and the soldiers of another team behind him were already walking up.

Zhao Ji nodded, and walked a few steps quickly. Behind him, his younger brother Zhao Xu was holding the khaki flag that belonged to Zhao Ji, and followed Zhao Ji's pace, but he seemed to be walking with a foot injury. Sometimes, people feel that the body is a little out of balance.

The scouts of the Yellow Turban Army have been scattered, and they are bracing the cold wind, vigilant about the dense forests and shrubs around them.

Even though the cold north wind made their palms and faces red, none of them relaxed their vigilance. They still dutifully walked around the periphery of the army, and any trouble around the army could not escape their eyes and ears.

Although the north wind is cold, the sincerity in their hearts is as hot as hot oil.

These scouts of the Yellow Turban Army are all devout believers, and it is this piety that makes them willing to take more risks.

"Da da da……"

The sound of messy horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and a scout with a feather on his back galloped past the marching column on the official road, and galloped towards the Xu Huang general flag not far away.

"Eight miles to the south, the road to Wangwu Mountain is blocked by a camp. The camp is quite large. If the garrison is full, there should be a thousand people."

Xu Huang listened to the scouts in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any obvious difference between the surrounding terrain and the map of mountains and rivers?"

Hearing Xu Huang's question, the scout of the Yellow Turban Army immediately replied: "Reporting to the general, there is no obvious difference."

"but……"

The Yellow Turban scout seemed to have thought of something strange and hesitated.

Naturally, the expression on the face of the Yellow Turban scouts couldn't be concealed from Xu Huang's eyes. Xu Huang immediately said, "There's no need to hesitate, but it's okay to say it."

After the scout of the Yellow Turban Army made a complaint, he replied: "When I surveyed the size of the camp, I found that the flags flying on the camp were all the yellow flags of our Yellow Turban Army, and most of the soldiers on the watchtower were wearing yellow scarves on their heads. .”

This news made Xu Huang a little astonished. The mighty Yellow Turban Uprisings in various places were basically extinguished by the Han Dynasty in the seventh year of Guanghe.

Xu Huang is from Hedong. He joined Yang Feng's command in the south of Taihang Mountain, not far from Wangwu Mountain, but he has never heard of the Yellow Turban Army in Wangwu Mountain.

It has only been two or three years since the Yellow Turban incident, and the imperial court is now arresting members of the Taiping Dao in various places. Collusion with the Yellow Turban is a capital offense. with a yellow flag.

Under the banner of the Yellow Turban, it will only attract the encirclement and suppression of the Han army, which is tantamount to seeking death.

"Let's step back first, then investigate carefully and report the situation."

Xu Huang pressed his horsewhip and signaled the scout to step back.

"Duan Ping."

After Xu Huang pondered for a moment, he tilted his head and asked.

"Subordinates are here."

Beside Xu Huang, a general in black armor and a yellow robe around his waist agreed that he was the Sima of the army that followed Xu Huang.

"You choose an eloquent, bold and careful Fu Zhu from the headquarters. If the camp was really built by my Yellow Turban Army, if Fu Zhu comes forward, the sword may be saved."

"promise."

Duan Ping agreed, and immediately took the order and left without delay.

Xu Huang didn't have to wait long before the scouts of the Yellow Turban Army sent news that there was a probability of more than [-]% that the camp belonged to the Yellow Turban Army, and some scouts saw the scriptures on the Taiping Road on the banner on the camp.

After pondering for a while, Xu Huang led the restless Hualiu horse to turn the horse around, pointed the whip at the guard knights, and ordered.

"Send a messenger to the eldest son city and report this matter to the lord as soon as possible."

……

The sound of horseshoes sounded again, Zhao Ji looked at the front with some doubts, there seemed to be a lot of cavalry who sent orders today, could it be that they have already discovered the traces of the enemy?

After a while, the Yellow Turban cavalry had arrived at a gallop, and Zhao Ji could see the faces of the people coming.

"The fourth song, the second team leads Zhao Ji, see the army Sima!"

Zhao Ji put his legs together and bowed respectfully to Duan Ping.

"Exemption."

Duan Ping pulled the horse under his seat, inspected the people around Zhao Ji and asked: "Where is Tian Zhong, I have something important to find him."

"Tian Zhong met Jun Sima."

A Yellow Turban soldier holding a scepter came out from Zhao Ji's side.

In the Yellow Turban Army, Fu Zhu of the first team usually walks with the team leader when marching.

Duan Ping's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the horse.

"We have found something in the south. We may need an envoy. I have heard that Tian Fuzhu is eloquent. I wonder if I would like to go?"

Although Tian Zhong was puzzled, he still nodded. He is a talisman of Taiping Dao and a devout believer. He never refuses orders.

(End of this chapter)