The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 21 Walking on Thin Ice
As the day dawned, Jingxingguan was sleeping peacefully in the mountains, and the clouds and mists like veils slowly passed through the mountains.

By the side of the woods, more than a dozen soldiers wearing yellow scarves were sitting or standing, but there was no sound.

Xu An once again tidied up the clothes and armor of the courier, and turned his eyes to the near Jingxing Pass. Liu Pi and Gong both had taken people half an hour ago, and took advantage of the cover of darkness to touch the back of several shelters.

Wan Lai was afraid of silence, and suddenly there was a beast call in the mountain, breaking the still picture.In a short time, a white fish-mammon floated between the low mountains in the east, and the earth gradually became brighter.

The dead child Zhang Ji was holding on to Xu An's clothes but refused to let go. He had been fleeing for days, thanks to the strong Xu Da who sometimes supported him, otherwise Zhang Ji would have died on the way to escape.

Xu An patted Zhang Ji's head, glanced at the official road not far away, and said, "If eldest brother doesn't come back, remember to follow behind Xu Da, this time you must follow closely."

"Xu Da."

Xu An looked at Xu Da next to him again. This burly man was as taciturn as always. Xu Da saw Xu An's gaze, glanced at Zhang Ji, and nodded slightly to Xu An.

Taking off the strip of cloth that bound the horse's mouth, Xu An took a deep breath and put his legs on the horse's belly. Guided by the reins, the horse slowly walked towards the official road.

Even though Xu An had planned well before, and said so firmly when talking to Liu Pi and Gong Du, but when the plan was actually implemented, Xu An was still uneasy.

In case the soldier guarding the gate knew that the guard at the previous post station found out that he was wrong, or that there was something wrong with the official document, the general guarding the gate did not slack off?
The more he thought about it, the more nervous Xu An became. The hands holding the reins even turned white from the knuckles due to the force, and there was dense sweat on his forehead.

The bow did not turn back, and now hundreds of yellow turbans, Liu Pi and Gong were watching Xu An, and if they succeeded in capturing the level, Xu An could logically become the leader of this army.

Today, the large and small bandits in the Taihang Mountains are as dense as the hair of a cow, but they are like scattered sand. Zhang Yan, the leader of the Montenegrin Army in history, is now only a small bandit leader.

He subdued these hundreds of soldiers on the battlefield, as well as Liu Pi and Gong Du, two yellow turban generals. Judging from the news of the Taihang Mountains obtained from Zhang Liang at that time, not to mention the vertical and horizontal Taihang Mountains, at least self-protection is more than enough. .

In addition, there are several Yellow Turbans in the Taihang Mountains, many of which are devout Taiping Taoists. Xu An is now the commander of the Yellow Turban Canal, and he has a book called Taiping Jing by his side.

Liu Pi and Gong both are also commanders of Qu, and they are also well-known in Taiping Road. With more than [-] Yellow Angels, it is not impossible to unite the Yellow Turbans in the Taihang Mountains.

Near Jingxing Pass, the lights on Jingxing Pass were a little dim. An old soldier on the wall was dozing off against the city wall with a long spear in his arms. Half-sleeping and half-awake, the sound of horses’ hooves on the galloping road was particularly loud outside Jingxing Pass. clear.

The old soldier woke up suddenly, his spear almost dropped, and he almost fell to the ground.

Xu An, who was standing outside the gate on a stage horse, also noticed the movement on the city wall. The nervousness made his palms sweat a little, and Xu Anqiang shouted, "The station official document."

The old soldier was awakened in his sleep, and he was also agitated for a while. He raised his eyes and looked outside the pass. A man dressed as a postman was waiting at the pass.

"The genius has just dawned, why is the official document so urgent?" The old soldier responded with dissatisfaction, and kicked the other Guan soldier to wake up.

Another Guan soldier yawned, rubbed his eyes and muttered: Then a basket was hung from the wall.

After turning over and dismounting, Xu An wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, put the station token in his hand, etc. into the basket, and said in his mouth: "The Shangguan ordered me to be a post soldier and to obey orders."

The hanging basket was put up, and the city wall was silent again. The mountain wind was blowing. At this time, Xu An only felt dry and his mouth was dry. Come.

"squeak--"

There was a sour sound, and then the heavy door was slowly opened, and two old guards in leather armor walked over sleepily, one person still holding the post station token that Xu An put in the basket. .

Xu An led the horse and walked over. After the old soldier put the things in his hand into Xu An's arms, he waved to Xu An to leave.

After taking the token, Xu An didn't rush to pass the customs. He stepped forward and approached the old soldier, squeezed out a smile and said, "Can you use the excuse of drinking water? You were in a hurry when you came."

The old man tilted his head and glanced at Xu An, Xu An was standing in place with a stiff smile on his face.

His clothes were dusty and dusty, and the horsehair on the horse next to him was also covered with a lot of dust. The more the old guard looked at it, the more he felt that the eyebrows of this postman were a bit similar to his own son, and he couldn't help but think of his military service abroad. son.

Laozu's son has followed General Huangfu to quell the rebellion since the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

The old soldier's heart softened, and he didn't assume the impatient posture before, and said slowly: "It's not easy to go out, see you all the way, come with me."

Xu An was relieved when he saw that the old soldier's tone was a little slower. After the old soldier spoke to another Han army on duty, he led Xu An into Jingxing Pass.

Xu An followed behind the old soldier and looked around at the surrounding buildings. Not far from the closing door was the stairs to the upper gate. The small building on the gate was still bright. There must be a sergeant on duty. It was the soldier who opened the door before.

The old soldier took Xu An around a corner and looked around for a while, but after not finding anyone else in sight, Xu An first took out the cloth strip from his arms and put it over the mouth of the stage horse behind him. The movement was slight, and the old pawn in front of him didn't notice it at all.

Xu An slowly put his hand on the hilt of the dagger at his waist, then gently lowered the reins that held the stage horse, slowly pulled out the dagger, and stared at the old pawn who was leading the way in front of him.

The old pawn walked in front of him without warning, and said to himself, "I also have a son about the same age as you..."

The old guard suddenly spoke, but Xu An was startled. Before he could think about it, Xu An quickly stepped forward, the short knife in his hand pierced through the back of the old guard's neck, and the sharp tip came out of his throat.

The old pawn's voice stopped abruptly.

Xu An quickly stepped forward and supported the old soldier's corpse, which was about to fall to the ground, and slowly placed it on the ground. Blood flowed from the old soldier's throat along the tip of the short knife.

The murder did not make Xu An panic, but the look in the eyes of the old soldier at the end made Xu An feel a little dazed, and there seemed to be no hatred in those eyes...

Although fighting on the battlefield is far more dangerous than this, Xu An's heart is still beating wildly at this time. He leads the stage horse and ties it to a lamp post. Xu An pulls out the knife around his waist and goes around again. .

There was silence all over the place, the sky in the distance was getting brighter and brighter, Xu An was holding the ring head knife close to the city wall, stepping up the steps step by step, just a few dozen steps, Xu An seemed to have walked for a century, obviously thick The blue bricks are like walking on thin ice.

And just as Xu An was holding the cold ring-head knife and silently standing outside the gate of the city tower, the two Han army sergeants who had just opened the city gate were in a state of half-dreamer and half-awake.

Outside the pass, Gong Du and Liu Pi were also nervously looking at Jingxing Pass, whose outline was gradually clear in the distance.

(End of this chapter)