The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 211 The Battle of Fenshui ([-])

Most people also know that facing the charge of cavalry, forming a defense in place is the best and most correct choice.

But in the real face of the cavalry's charge, almost no one will feel intimidated.

Facing the sharp lances and weapons in the hands of the knight on horseback, tens of thousands of horses are galloping, and the tall war horses are stepping forward, how can such power not make people frightened.

A cowardly person is probably already full of fear and trembling, even a brave person will feel sad and fearful in his heart.

And at this moment, facing these cavalry, the Han army in the front line is even more armored cavalry with heavy armor!
The rumors of the Yellow Turban Army in the past terrified the Han army even more.

It is rumored that Xu An, the current great virtuous teacher of the Yellow Turban Army, is the incarnation of the monster in the Taihang Mountains. In the battle of Kuicheng, he beheaded Zhu Jun, the Marquis of Qiantang.

You must know that Zhu Jun was a figure like a military god in the Han army before, so he was defeated by Xu An head-on in Kuicheng and died in battle.

Those bizarre rumors, as well as all kinds of deeds, have made Xu An a terrifying figure like ghosts and gods in the hearts of the Han army.

Originally, the Han army in the front line barely persevered under Wei Ping's strong pressure and the temptation of money.

The roar of the head of the Han army had no effect.

Fear filled their chests. After fighting hard for a long time, they were already physically and mentally exhausted, and now they were charging with heavy horses, which made the situation even worse.

The invincible majesty of the yellow turban armored rider completely destroyed the last will of the Han army in the front line to resist.

"call out----"

Amidst the sound of rumbling horseshoes, sharp whistles soared into the sky!

Immediately afterwards, the countless whistles of the Yellow Turban Army's military formation also rang out, and the whistle sounded one after another among the Yellow Turban Army.

"Full army assault!!!"

The generals of the Yellow Turban Army shouted hoarsely, and all the infantry of the Yellow Turban Army threw off their steps and charged forward.

In the cavalry with armored cavalry, the spears carried on the shoulders have been flattened by the knights in the formation, and the sharp spears are directed at the terrified Han soldiers in the front of the Han army.

On the sharp spears, there was a gloomy cold light, and the spears were lined up together, like a moving steel forest.

The soldiers at the forefront of the Han army's front line could no longer bear this invisible pressure. They dropped the spears in their hands in panic and fled to the rear.

Numerous khaki-colored banners fluttered in the air, and Xu An led the armored cavalry, who were fully armed, to hit them head-on like a huge wave that could overwhelm mountains and seas.

The claret horse under Xu An had already reached its peak speed. On the bumpy horseback, Xu An held his spear forward and made the final preparations before the impact.

The claret horse panted heavily, and clearly appeared in Xu An's ears. It was extremely difficult for it to charge with such a heavy burden.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Shouts resounding through the sky came from the cavalry formation of the Yellow Turban Army, and Xu Da also led a group of personal guards to protect Xu An behind him.

Their duty is to remove all obstacles for Xu An during the attack, even at the cost of their lives.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Countless hatchets flew out from the cavalry formation equipped with heavy cavalry, and the weak line of defense that the Han army had managed to gather again all fell apart at this time.

Losing the protection of the army array, the torrent of steel rushed into a group of Han soldiers with incomparable violence.

The horseshoes rolled wildly, and the Yellow Turban Army's iron cavalry passed along the road. No matter whether it was a general, a school or a soldier, they were all invincible, and no matter whether they were on horseback or infantry, they could only be defeated.

How and how can flesh and blood stand against sharp blades and armor made of steel.

Spears were flying, swords were floating, and the heavy cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army had just rushed into the formation of the Han army, and in a short time there was a bloody storm.

The soldiers in the Han army formation were like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, scattered all over the place where the yellow turban armored heavy cavalry passed by after harvesting.

The armored cavalry led by Xu An directly knocked the Han army upside down and defeated them.

The battlefield is full of desperate cries, cries for help, and the shrill and desperate screams of dying people.

The armored cavalry led by Xu An not only defeated the Han army in front, but also defeated Wei Ping's last hope.

On the high platform in Changyuandu, Wei Ping shook his body and almost fell to the ground.

Wei Ping's eyes were red, and he looked crazy: "Why, why! Give me another half an hour! Only half an hour!"

"The situation is irreversible, please let me wait to escort the lord out of danger."

Seeing that the Han army's formation had completely collapsed, a guard soldier beside Wei Ping stepped forward and said urgently to Wei Ping.

"Walk?"

Wei Ping leaned against the railing, supported his body, and said with a sneer.

"As I said before, there are no cowards in the children of the Hedong Wei family, so you can leave as you like."

"My lord..."

Several disciples on the high platform and their relatives wanted to persuade them again.

But Wei Ping immediately raised his hand to stop their persuasion.

"Once a man speaks a word, it's hard to follow. As I said, I, Wei Ping, am here. If I never take a step back, then I will never take a step back."

During the Changyuan Ferry, the drums of the Han army were beating intermittently, and the armored cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army repeatedly charged and killed in the formation of the Han army.

The collapse of the Han army in the front also affected the Han army on the left and right. One after another, the Han army lost its organization. There was nothing to stop the defeat of the Han army. It has completely collapsed.

The tide of broken soldiers swarmed backwards, no military formation, no generals, no military discipline could stop them from fleeing backwards.

Wei Ping tightly held the Han sword in his hand, and the defeated soldiers of the Han army fled from the high platform, and there were endless yellow banners in front of them.

The defeat is irreversible, how can he get away with being the chief officer of this battle.

He begged for the vanguard position from Yuan Pang, if he retreats like this, let alone whether he will be dealt with by the military law, if he is from the Hedong Wei family, he must die in Changyuandu.

Only when Wei Ping dies in battle can Wei's face be preserved.

Rather than going back to suffer military law, it is better to die in battle, and get back a better reputation.

The sounds of hustle and bustle all around came to Wei Ping's ears, and the turbulent yellow tide was rolling in before his eyes.

……

South Bank of Fenshui
Yuan Pang stood on the high platform, looking at the situation at Changyuan Ferry with a solemn expression.

Under the high platform, soldiers carrying command flags and feathers walked back and forth, sending military information from various places to the high platform where Yuan Pang was.

But the news sent was more unfavorable to the Han army than the other.

"The vanguard of our army who landed on the unnamed river beach suffered heavy casualties, and the army's Sima Zhang continued to die in battle..."

Yuan Pang's face was livid, and he was about to speak.

Then I heard a sudden burst of shouting from the other side of the river.

Yuan Pang looked back anxiously, and saw the yellow banners outside Changyuan Ferry, and the river beach at the ferry was crowded with soldiers of the Han army in red.

(End of this chapter)