The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 208 The Battle of Fenshui ([-])

"Wan Sheng!"

"Kill!!!"

Outside Changyuandu, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were chanting scriptures, shouting for victory, and holding high the banner of "the world is auspicious" have already swarmed.

Under the guidance of the military flag, those brave Yellow Turban soldiers rushed straight into the enemy's line!

They only had one thought, and that was to send these Han soldiers in red clothes and armor back to heaven, and let Changyuandu return to Huang Tian's embrace!
On the tall building boats, the crossbowmen of the Han army frantically poured down their arrows, and at this moment, they didn't care about shooting in bursts or saving energy.

The chanting of Changyuan's overseas scriptures swept towards the Han army's formation like a gust of wind, and the towering banners of "the world is auspicious" even covered the sky and the earth.

In the first wave of the Yellow Turban Army's offensive, more than [-] Yellow Turban Army formations were assembled, with more than [-] soldiers!

The pioneer cavalry who logged in first couldn't stop the Yellow Turban infantry forming an army formation at all. They could only report back the information of the attack. You Ge was on the flank of the Yellow Turban Army, so that they dared not let go of their hands and feet completely.

However, the army formation formed by the Han army was still under the stormy offensive of the Yellow Turban Army. It was breached by the Yellow Turban Army for several battles one after another. The bow and crossbow of the building boat and the terrain of Changyuandu barely persisted.

Before Changyuan Ferry, there were corpses of dead soldiers all over the place. These good Han family sons are now as humble as the piles of wheat straw that have been cut down on the ground in autumn.

Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, each and every living life turned into a cold corpse in an instant, and all the warm blood was sprinkled on the icy grass, turning from hot to cold.

Among the Yellow Turban Army formation outside Changyuandu, on the high platform, Xu An's expression remained unmoved, and he issued military orders calmly.

But no one noticed that his fists hidden under the battle robe were already clenched tightly, and his arms were trembling slightly due to the excessive force.

In a short time, the Yellow Turban Army had suffered more than [-] casualties.

More than four hundred people...

It's not the flimsy paper and the emotionless numbers, but more than [-] fresh human lives, but now all their souls have returned to Huang Tian.

"Go forward, go forward!"

A chief of the Yellow Turban Army shouted loudly. He was holding a halberd and walking on the left front side of the army formation with several personal guards.

"Advance will lead to the prosperity of Huangtian, and retreat will lead to endless purgatory. Fight for me, Huangtian!!!"

A soldier of the Yellow Turban Army rode a horse and led his own cavalry as he galloped between the gaps in the formations. He shouted loudly, trying to let the soldiers in all directions hear his shouts.

"Fight for me, Huang Tian!"

Countless soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads also shouted loudly. They raised their weapons high, quickened their pace, and strode towards the death-filled Changyuandu.

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

In front of the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, soldiers in leather armor shouted, roared, and frantically rushed forward!

Under his thin leather armor, there are thin clothes. Even if he occupies Taihang and Shangdang, Xu An still has no way to equip all the soldiers with winter clothes.

These soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army survived the severe winter in the north relying on their single clothes, and fought thousands of miles in the heavy snow relying on their single clothes.

They didn't complain, these soldiers from all corners of the country, from all directions, they have long been used to a difficult life.

Day after day, year after year, they dare not neglect in the slightest, labor, taxes and taxes are like a mountain of pressure on their shoulders.

The world only saw Qin Wang sweeping Liuhe, Han Wu chasing the Xiongnu in the north, the Three Kingdoms rising together, the prosperous Tang Dynasty conquering the Quartet, and the Ming Emperor expelling the Meng Yuan.

But how many people have seen those ordinary people who tried their best to survive in that prosperous age, for their family, for their emperor, for their country, to regain their homeland, and to defend their dignity.

King Qin swept Liuhe, and the survivors of Fen VI, also under the rank of military merit, countless Qin people who wanted to fight for a future for themselves, for their family, and for future generations.

Han Wu's expelling the Xiongnu from the north is the accumulation of several generations, and it is also being invaded repeatedly. In order to defend the country, countless people are unwilling to wear their left lapels and want to keep the roar of the Han people in Chinese clothes. They bear a lot of taxes and experience. The most brutal and difficult battle on the front line.

The heroes of the Three Kingdoms came together, and the whole world was chasing their deer. The people of Shengdou tried their best, but they could not protect themselves. Their families were destroyed and their wives and children were separated. behind.

for what?It's just for a way out.

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty conquered the Quartet, this promised big empire, all nations came to court, and the Quartet was conquered, not only by the talented emperors and generals, but also by those soldiers who fought bloody battles in the frontiers, those little people who contributed taxes civil.

Emperor Ming expelled Meng Yuan, it was the roar of Huaxia, Shenzhou was sinking, thousands of people were reduced to pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, those descendants of Huaxia who were unwilling to be humble, unwilling to be reconciled to their descendants, who had been slaves and handmaids for generations rose up to resist.

With their flesh and blood, they shook the sharp scimitars, strong bows and crossbows, and swung the wooden guns and kitchen knives at the armor made of black iron. With countless blood and countless lives, they took back the land that China had lost for hundreds of years. The native land, regained his clothes.

Today, these soldiers wrapped in yellow scarves gathered under Huang Tian's battle flag, and they gathered in the Taiping Road.

All they asked for was a way to survive, and they did everything they could just to survive.

"Our family has no stand, no weapons, only a large number of people. Now we are wrapped up in yellow scarves and gathered together. We are determined to revolutionize the world. The power of the Han Dynasty is exhausted, and Huang Tian will replace it!"

Those hungry, disheveled, and unarmed Taoists with their heads wrapped in yellow scarves held agricultural tools, wooden guns, and sticks, and followed their great virtuous teachers, poured into Julu City, and opened the yellow scarves vigorously. uprising.

They were defeated, facing the siege and interception of all parties, they failed, but they also left a strong mark in history.

Those low-ranking people, walking husbands and pawns let the world know that even if they are as humble as ants and don't even have weapons in their hands, they will never let others slaughter them. Even if they are smashed into pieces, they will bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh and blood. contempt!
Even if Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang were dead, those mud-legged people who were despised by the aristocratic tyrants, Shengdou Xiaomin, still held high the battle flag of Huang Tian and continued to fight until they all belonged to the loess.

But even if these people have returned to the loess, more people will gather to fight against the tyranny!

The hair is like a leek, cut back to life, the head is like a chicken, cut off and sing again.Officials don't have to be feared, and ordinary people should never be taken lightly!

In order to humiliate me, I cut off my hair. My hair is like a leek, and it will grow back if I cut it off. If I cut off my head, I will still cry out against tyranny like a headless chicken!
What do officials have to fear?Shengdou Xiaomin can never be underestimated!

Water can carry a boat or capsize it!
Even the Great Qin, which swept the world and devoured the world, was still overwhelmed by the people who rose up.

Even the extremely powerful and strong man was still shaken by the little people wrapped in yellow scarves, which laid the groundwork for the fall of the Han Dynasty.

Even in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, those desperate people gathered under Huang Chao's banner and broke through Chang'an in one fell swoop!

Officials don't have to be feared, and ordinary people should never be taken lightly!
Xu An stood up, and the passionate sound of Huang Tian's battle drum echoed in his ears.

Yuan Pang cannot lose, he shoulders the trust of the emperor and the future of the Han Empire.

But how could Xu An lose!

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live, he doesn't want to be beheaded for public display and teach the nine sides.

He didn't want to be opened up and slaughtered, and become someone else's promotion of military exploits!
He also bears the hope of tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, millions of followers of Taiping Dao, and countless ordinary people who are suffering and bullying.

He wants to fight for a way of life for himself in this world, and also for those who follow him to fight for a way out.

"Soldier battalion! Attack!"

Following Xu An's roar, amidst the thunderous sound of Huang Tian's battle drum.

Wearing iron armor, holding a tower shield, and holding a halberd, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stepped into the battlefield.

Wang Qi held a long halberd and walked in the queue with his robes. Their team leader Zhao Ji was walking in front of them holding the ring sword at his waist.

He raised his head and looked towards the high platform ahead, where the banner of the great virtuous teacher Xu An was flying.

That was the envoy sent down by Huang Tian, ​​the envoy who guided them forward, the envoy who guided them to step into the world of Huang Tian.

Xu An gave them food, gave them respect, let them regain their dignity, and led them to join the Taiping Road.

Wang Qi still remembers that when he led a patrol team to walk in a big city like the eldest son city, what others greeted him was not contempt or contempt, but respect.

He is no longer as humble as an ant like before, and none of the people under Huang Tian's rule is as humble as an ant.

When they executed the rampant bullies and tyrants in those rural settlements, what they reaped were the shouts and gratitude of countless people.

"Princes and generals, it's better to be kind! Are those princes and generals born noble?"

In Wang Qi's mind, the words that Fu Zhu in the army once said appeared again.

"Hair is like a leek, cut it back to life, head like a chicken, cut it and sing again. Officials need not be feared, but ordinary people should never be underestimated!"

Suddenly, Wang Qi heard the voice of their commander. In the army, he didn't dare to turn his head, so he could only turn his head slightly and look to the side from the corner of his eye.

"Hair is like a leek, cut it back to life, head like a chicken, cut it and sing again. Officials need not be feared, but ordinary people should never be underestimated!"

There was a louder sound, and almost everyone in the army was repeating this sentence, and Wang Qi couldn't help but read it loudly.

This is what their great virtuous teacher once said.

The shouts of killing in front of him became louder and louder, and Wang Qi also involuntarily clenched the halberd in his hand.

"call out----"

The sharp whistle sounded in the army formation, Wang Qi was shocked, and together with Pao Ze beside him, he quickened his pace.

He knew it was the whistle of an attack!

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The shouts that resounded and suppressed the clouds, roaring like a sweeping wave, rushing towards the Han army formation struggling to support in front of Changyuan Ferry.

Arrows as dense as locusts, sharp knives, sturdy armor, and a battlefield full of corpses.

None of this can stop these fanatical Yellow Turban soldiers!

"Crazy, crazy!"

Wei Ping screamed and was dragged back from the front line of the Han army by the personal guards. Changyuan crossed the border. Those soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army didn't have the slightest thought of cherishing their own lives.

They don't care about casualties at all, they just rush forward crazily!
When Changyuan went abroad, the battle became more tragic because of the addition of soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army.

In an instant, the sound of swords piercing into flesh, the sound of clashing swords and armor, the sound of gold and iron being hacked against each other, the miserable howls of soldiers of the two armies before they died, and the roars of soldiers from both sides were all heard. tangled together.

A large number of Han soldiers, a large number of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, were like weeds on the side of the road, cut off by sickles, and fell to the ground one by one.

Wei Ping's eyes were red, he was from the Hedong Wei family, and he won the vanguard from Yuan Pang, who is the ruler of Jinwu.

Today is the day to make great achievements, how can you lose to these mud-legged hands, how can you lose to these humble farmers who are like ants!

"roll!"

Wei Ping broke free from the guards beside him, and pulled out the Han sword from his waist. His originally fair and heroic face had become distorted due to anger.

Although his military position is largely due to the power of his family, he is not an ignorant dude.

"The children of the Hedong Wei family, how could there be cowards!"

Wei Ping raised the Han sword in his hand high and roared angrily.

"Hedong sons, follow me to kill thieves!"

Wei Ping yelled, and stepped forward. The relatives beside him couldn't persuade him, so they could only follow Wei Ping forward.

Changyuandu, not long after the battle, the battle has already entered a fever pitch.

Yuan Pang also noticed the changes in the situation at Changyuan Ferry. Military flags were flying, and a large number of soldiers walked onto the pontoon bridge under the leadership of the generals of the Han army. Army warrior!
……

Lu Bu was wearing iron armor with a basin collar and holding a black iron halberd, leading the black satin under his seat to gallop across the field of Changyuandu on the north bank of Fenshui.

Cheng Lian, Wei Yue, Hao Meng, and Cao Xing followed closely behind him, and behind them were more than [-] fully armed yellow scarf cavalry.

The ear-piercing long whistle rang in Lu Bu's ears, and Lu Bu turned his head to look at the high platform where Xu An was in the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

He saw a blue flag waving, which was the attack signal that Xu An and he had mentioned before.

"call out--"

The short whistle sounded in the cavalry formation, and the continuous sound of the cavalry horn also sounded in the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

The eyes of all the knights of the Yellow Turban Army outside Changyuandu were focused on Lu Bu's general flag.

"drive!"

Lu Bu let out a low cry, and kicked the horse's belly with his legs. While the horse was driving, the headwind hit him head-on. The cold north wind was like a steel knife scraping the bone.

As the new wind howled, Lu Bu heard a fluttering sound from behind him in the cavalry formation, and he knew that it was the sound of the banners in the cavalry formation being blown by the strong wind.

The head wind blows, and it also blows the yellow turban armor on the top helmet of the cavalry, and blows the negative feathers on their backs, and the negative feathers are fluttering in the wind. The pawn added a bit of mighty air.

Lu Bu turned his head, Cheng Lian and Wei Yue held their lances upside down beside him, Hao Meng and Cao Xing each held strong bows, and followed closely behind him, just like in Bingzhou before.

Behind them are the rows of moving horse heads, the bundles of fluttering manes, and the yellow scarf cavalry with resolute faces.

　A big chapter is published today, and there is no second update for the time being.

　　
　
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