The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 23 Xu An
The ring-head sword has been retracted from its scabbard. Xu An stood beside the crenel of the city wall of Jingxing Pass, feeling the gentle mountain wind blowing across his face. In front of him was the vast river beach and the surrounding quiet valleys, as if he was a peerless person. Famous paintings are generally intoxicating.

I can't remember how long I haven't seen such a scenery comfortably.

The noise behind him was slowly dissipating, Xu An took a last look at the scenery in front of him, and turned around resolutely, it was the Jingxing Pass that had become a sea of ​​fire.

When Xu An was about to walk down the wall, all the yellow angels were already waiting for him under the wall. When they saw Xu An appear, all the yellow angels cheered at Xu An with their swords high. Even Gong Du and Liu Pi were among the crowd cheering loudly.

After half a year of living in ups and downs, he finally has an army that belongs to Xu An completely. Although the number of this army is still small, and although the generals of this army are not some peerless generals, it is enough, at least for now. enough.

The corpses of the Han army at Jingxing Pass were piled up in a mess by the Yellow Angels, and several surviving Han soldiers were still beside the feet of everyone who was tied up with five flowers.

Xu An walked to the front of the hill, looked at the Han army in various forms of death, and glanced at the yellow turban crowd who seemed to be walking out of the pool of blood. He raised his right hand high and clenched his fist to stop the cheers of the yellow turban crowd. ll.

When the cheers dissipated, only the crackling sound of the flames licking the wood was left in Jingxing Pass. The mountain wind blew past, carrying the fallen leaves from the mountains and flying in the sky in Jingxing Pass.

The sun has jumped out from the surrounding mountains, and the warm sun in the early morning caresses the Jingxing Pass.

Everyone was looking at Xu An, Xu An raised his eyes to look around at everyone, and then slowly pulled out the ring-shou knife around his waist, stroking the cold ring-shou knife in his hand, Xu An felt a sense of peace of mind again.

He couldn't remember when he felt that the coldness of the weapon was the warmth, perhaps when he was just about to be cut through his chest by the long sword of the Han army.

Taking another look at the mountain of corpses formed by the Han army, Xu An's eyes revealed heart-pounding murderous intent. .

Xu An must arouse the morale of the Yellow Angels, let them regain their faith, and let them ignite hope.

And to do so, there is only one way now...

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye!
Xu An raised the severed head high with his hands, his voice as cold as Jiuyou, and shouted sharply: "Gather up all the corpses of the Han army at Jingxing Pass, and build a Jingguan at the pass!"

The Yellow Turbans swarmed up like a pack of hungry wolves, and dragged the Han army out of the mountain of corpses one by one, and the corpses of the Han army were thrown around like garbage.

A low "Jing Guan" was stacked up in a short time, and the gatekeeper of Jingxing placed Ji He's grim head on top of the "Jing Guan".

Xu An's heart sank slowly, becoming cold little by little.

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Jingxing Pass temporarily became the camp of the Yellow Turbans. The warehouse of Jingxing Pass was opened by these moth thieves, and the flames in the pass had been extinguished.

At this time, the school grounds of the Han army became the canteen of the Yellow Turbans. The bowls of the Yellow Turbans were filled with sweet corn porridge and bright red meat, and everyone was gobbling down their mouths full of oil.

From the defeat in Xia Quyang all the way to Jingxing Pass, the team finally had the sound of laughter, no longer lifeless and lifeless.

On the side of the school grounds, Xu An, Liu Pi, and Gong Du were sitting around a bonfire to keep warm. A piece of dried meat was being roasted on the bonfire. beside .

Xu An used the short knife on the side to cut off a piece of dried meat, and the fat slipped from the blade and dripped into the bonfire, causing a surge of excitement.

Beside him were three Han army sergeants kneeling beside them with loose hair and tied with five flowers. They could not help swallowing when they smelled the aroma of barbecue lingering around them.

"Want to eat?" Xu An turned his head, looked at the three Han soldiers on one side, and handed the meat with a short knife.The Han army was frightened and trembled, and fell to the side.

He knew that it was this man with a smile on his face who stacked the corpses of hundreds of Han soldiers at Jingxing Pass to build a sensational "Beijing View".

Even his most feared general, Ji He, became a member of the "Jing Guan", and now Xu An in his eyes is no different from the evil ghost in the ghost legend.

Xu An took off the meat from the short knife and stuffed it into the mouth. He looked down at the three Han army sergeants at his feet and said lightly, "If you don't want to be piled into the 'Jingguan', please tell me about the bandits in the Taihang Mountains."

In addition to the person who was frightened, there were also two sergeants of the Han army, one of whom was younger.

The surrounding Yellow Turbans saw that the Han army was crying so hard, and they all gathered to look at it, pointing to the Han army on the ground and discussing it, and from time to time burst into laughter.

The other Han soldier had flushed cheeks, smelled of alcohol, and looked drunk, but he did not shy away from Xu An's fierce gaze. Hearing Xu An's question, he first snorted in disdain, and then scolded him. : "Shuzi, you are barking wildly, don't dirty your eldest father's ears, but please die quickly."

The red-faced sergeant scolded, then looked at the crying sergeant and scolded: "Without half the air of my Han family man, how can a slave-faced servant knee have the face to meet your ancestors!"

Xu An's smile slowly narrowed, and he slowly pulled out the ring-sheaded knife from his waist, which was still glowing with a cold light, without waiting for the red-faced sergeant to speak.

The ring-head knife slashed down, and the sharp ring-head knife easily cut off the arm of the red-faced sergeant. The red-faced sergeant who lost his arm fell to the ground in severe pain and rolled desperately.

Looking at the red-faced sergeant lying on the ground and wailing, Xu An did not have the slightest sympathy. He killed an unknown number of Han troops on the battlefield.

Whenever he thinks of the bloody scene on the battlefield, Xu An is afraid for a while, and he is lucky to survive.

The wailing and cries had already made Xu An's heart numb.

The gushing blood splattered the Han army who was beside him with tears and tears all over his body. The Han army cried even louder. Tears were mixed with blood and flowed out from the cheeks. There was a louder roar of laughter.

The ice-cold ring-head knife was placed on his neck, and Xu An stared at the Han army sergeant in front of him and continued to ask, "He won't say it, why don't you say it?"

The sobbing sergeant finally stopped crying. He glanced at the ring-headed knife hanging on his neck, with a hint of determination in his eyes, he threw himself forward, and the sharp ring-headed knife directly cut through his throat.

He slanted to the ground, his chest heaving up and down, blood gushing out one by one along the tear at the throat, and then there was no sound after a while.

The crying disappeared completely.

Xu An held the ring head knife, but was stunned for a while.

He didn't expect that the sergeant had been crying and crying all the time, but he was so resolute and took the initiative to beg for death.

The people around the Yellow Turbans stopped their laughter and fell silent. Even if they were enemies, such enemies deserved respect.

However, there are people in this world who are loyal and righteous, there are people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness, but there are also people who are greedy for life and fear death.

"I said, I said, I said..."

In the end, the Han army who fell to the ground at the beginning, saw the two Pao Ze dead and panicked. Before Xu An looked at him, he kept kowtowing like a chicken pecking at rice, begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)