The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 210 The Battle of Fenshui ([-])

Outside Changyuan, in the Yellow Turban Army formation, the sound of rumbling war drums did not stop for a moment.

Xu An rode a bay red horse and stood quietly under the high platform.

As the new wind blew, countless banners fluttered around the high platform under the blowing of the strong wind, and it also blew up Xu An's khaki-colored battle robe, revealing the red armor engraved with tiger patterns inside.

"Ugh——"

The low and desolate sound of horns sounded from under the high platform, the sound of messy horseshoes sounded behind Xu An, and the banners with "All the world is auspicious" written on one side were erected one after another.

Xu An took over the horse from the hand of the knight himself, and just behind Xu An, more than a hundred heavily armed heavy cavalry were also ready to go, and all their eyes were focused on Xu An's horse. body.

The thick cloud layer in the sky was blown by the howling wind, and a thin crack was split.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell down, the crack gradually became bigger and thinner. The golden sunlight fell in front of Xu An, and the narrow light and shadow were like the insurmountable moat in the mythology.

Xu An raised his head and looked at Changyuandu in the distance.

There are countless soldiers fighting, there are countless generals fighting, and there are countless ordinary people struggling.

The big khaki flag fluttered in the wind.

Xu An gently held the horse's belly, and the bay red horse under his crotch snorted heavily, exhaled a puff of white air, and made a whirring sound.

The war horse moved forward with four hooves, and the sound of Qingyue's hooves echoed in Xu An's ears.

The big banner moved forward, and behind Xu An, the more than a hundred armored heavy cavalry also urged them one after another. They followed closely behind Xu An, driving their horses forward slowly.

The tall bay red horse led Xu An slowly into the golden moat.

Xu Da, who was following Xu An, looked at Xu An's back in a daze. The dazzling sunlight fell on Xu An's robe, as if he had put a golden battle robe on Xu An, awe-inspiring. God.

"Ugh——"

The continuous sound of horns sounded in the formation of the Yellow Turban Army. Wherever the banner went, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army along the road gave way to a wide road like waves splitting.

The Yellow Turban Army formations on both sides all blew their horns together, sending their tribute to their great virtuous teachers.

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

The desolate horn sounded continuously in the army formations on both sides of Xu An, and countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army raised their weapons high and cheered towards their great virtuous teachers.

Turning the clouds to see the sun, the thick clouds are beginning to disperse, and countless golden lights are falling from the clouds.

The golden sun shone on the armored armor of the Yellow Turban Army, and the cold light reflected from the armor on their bodies, and the cold and murderous aura spread from the armored cavalry. Come.

Xu An's prancing horse was holding a halberd, and the prancing horse was in front of him. In his eyes, the red banner on the high platform of Changyuandu was getting bigger and bigger.

On the high platform in Changyuan Ferry, Wei Ping also saw Xu An's big khaki flag, and hundreds of heavily armored cavalry in black armour, holding high the yellow sky battle flag.

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Outside Changyuan, the soldiers of the two armies were fighting desperately in the pool of blood, and the waves of red and yellow were entangled together.

Every minute and every second, there are a large number of soldiers lying down between the army formations, the dying wailing of the seriously injured, the loud scolding of the generals, the angry shouting and cursing among the soldiers, and the panic-stricken crying. All kinds of sounds merged together, forming a terrifying scene like purgatory on earth.

Between the formations of the two armies, there were countless corpses of soldiers lying down, and the gurgling blood flowed out, forming pools of blood on the ground, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

In front of the formation of the Han army, a head of the Han army was quite brave. Holding a long halberd in both hands, he stood at the forefront of the formation with several personal guards.

The several attacks of the Yellow Turban Army in the front line were all stopped by him and his followers. In front of him lay the corpses of more than a dozen soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army.

"咴——"

Behind the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, there was a sudden neighing sound of horses.

Immediately afterwards, a tall khaki banner appeared in the eyes of the head of the Han army.

The heavy horse's hooves hit the ground, and the four hooves flipped, making a muffled sound like thunder.

The soldiers of the Han army standing in the front line of the Han army even had the illusion of standing a bit unstable, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in front of them retreated like the tide.

Billowing smoke and dust emerged from behind the Yellow Turban Army's formation, rolling up dust all over the sky.

Among the sand and dust, the towering "Tianxia Daji" banners seemed to block out the sky and the sun.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, beside the huge Huangtian battle drum, six Taiping Dao talismans are slowly walking around the Huangtian battle drum, and there seems to be a charm in walking.

They held drumsticks carved with patterns, and chanted scriptures beside the huge yellow sky war drum.

The two Fu Zhu in the center were beating the Huangtian battle drum violently. They waved the drumsticks and slammed on the drum surface.

"Ugh——"

The warriors of the Yellow Turban Army blew their horns, and the Yellow Turban Army in the front line retreated quickly like an ebbing tide, and the eyes of the Han army in the front line suddenly brightened up.

It's just that before they could understand what happened, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army had already separated a rather wide road to the left and right sides.

"Heavy armored cavalry!!!"

When the head of the Han army in the front line saw the scene in front of him, his heart almost stopped beating.

The icy chill permeated the wilderness, and the fierce killing intent swept out towards the Han army in front of the formation. Fear filled the chests of all the Han soldiers in an instant.

"Hoo chi chi—"

The cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army was filled with the heavy snorting of war horses. It was not that everyone had never heard the sound of war horses, but this time, it sounded particularly heavy to the ears of the Han soldiers in front.

Xu An pulled the reins of the horse, and the bay red horse under him shook its head, kicked off its four hooves, and slowly accelerated.

The armored heavy cavalry behind them are all horses under the driver's seat. All the horses in the cavalry have buried their heads and started galloping. One team after another, the heavy cavalry followed Xu An's pace and moved forward. .

Hundreds of horses are galloping on the battlefield, and the sound of countless horseshoes is intertwined, which is even louder than the soaring river.

In the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army, the countless banners of "Happy World" also made hunting sounds as the horses accelerated and galloped.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The roar burst out from the throats of countless yellow turban armored heavy cavalry, and fell on the bodies of the Han soldiers in front.

"Can't retreat, can't retreat, retreat is death! Stabilize the army! Stabilize!"

The head of the Han army at the front roared hoarsely. He knew that only a tight and well-organized army could resist the charge of heavy cavalry.

(End of this chapter)