The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 240 The end
As the sun sets, the blood-red sunset reflects on the blood-red earth.

Over the wilderness, lying down are countless red flags of the Han army, black flags of the Huns, and khaki banners of the Yellow Turban Army.

The corpses of the Han army, the Yellow Turban army, and the Huns were stacked together, and only by the clothes on their bodies could one identify which camp they belonged to.

The blood flowed on the verdant grass, and pools of blood formed in the low-lying places. The wilderness was full of scars, stumped limbs and arms, and dead war horses could be seen casually.

The disgusting, suffocating smell of blood filled the air.

Xu An stopped his horse, blood had already soaked his Zheng robe.

In the beginning, there was a method for the three armies to fight, but in the end, everyone almost fell into a state of madness, and the army formation was rushed into chaos.

The cavalry of the Huns, the cavalry of the Han army, and the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army were fighting each other, attacking back and forth.

What's more, when the battle was in full swing, did even Xu An go into battle to fight the Huns in person? The several feathered arrows stuck in Xu An's armor were the proof of the previous fight.

Xu An raised his head and looked in all directions blankly, the shouts of killing still continued, and the sounds of cursing and angrily filled Xu An's ears.

Surrounded by a purgatory-like scene, there are stumps and broken arms everywhere, dead soldiers everywhere, and heart-piercing wailing everywhere.

The wounded soldiers who were slandered and not dead fell on the ground, howling unselfishly, and the dying horses lay on the ground, screaming in vain and calling for their masters, but they didn't know it was, but their masters had already preceded them. One step, the battle has been dead for a long time.

In the wilderness, tens of thousands of corpses lay dead, and all the black banners have fallen to the ground. As far as the eye can see, there is no longer a black banner, but only red and yellow banners.

The Huns had already retreated, and the onslaught of the Han army and the Yellow Turban army completely shattered Xubuguduhou's hope of restoring the glory of the Huns in the past.

The fiery red sunset glow in the sky was reflected in Xu An's eyes, and the air was filled with blood, filling it with a strange color.

"The Huns retreated..."

A soldier of the Yellow Turban Army drooped his arms, and the halberd in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and collided with the Duan Ge on the ground, making a soft "dangling" sound.

"The Huns retreated."

A blood-soaked knight of the Han army reined in his horse and murmured to himself as he looked at the panicked Hun cavalry who fled in all directions.

"The Huns retreat!!!"

Countless soldiers of the Han army were weeping with joy. They raised their arms high and shouted hysterically, venting their emotions.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army also raised their weapons high and cheered towards Xu An's big flag.

They repelled the enemies from the north, they protected what they wanted to protect, everything they cherished, and they took one step closer to the world of the yellow sky in the dream.

Cheers resounded across the clouds. At this moment, the Han army and the Yellow Turban army, who were clearly enemies, celebrated the victory together like brothers.

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked towards the sky. When the Huns came, the sun was still shining in the sky, but now it was a scene of sunset on the western mountains, and the radiant sun was no longer in glory.

The last afterglow of the setting sun stretched Zhang Yi's figure very, very long.

Zhang Yi looked around blankly, followed by a dozen generals and school officers. At this time, only two school officers were left with bruises and bruises, and of the more than [-] personal guard cavalry who followed him in battle, only More than twenty people.

On the wilderness, the red flags of the Han army were sparse, and the previous flags were as khaki as the sea, and they were also quite incomplete.

The cheers gradually subsided, and the thick sound of war drums suddenly sounded above the wilderness.

Zhang Yi was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look to the south. The sound of war drums came from the large formation of the Southern Yellow Turban Army.

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

The yellow scarf wrestler, who was naked from the upper body, beat the huge yellow drum.

The sound of thick drums spread throughout the wilderness in an instant.

Above the wilderness, a group of soldiers of the Han army also became nervous. They supported their tired bodies and their robes tightly against each other, guarding against the Yellow Turban soldiers who were still fighting side by side and cheering together. pawn.

Zhang Yi also clenched the horse in his hand, and the surviving knights of the Han army began to slowly approach Zhang Yi's fiery red banner.

The current Han army is at the end of its rope. If the Yellow Turban army turns around and attacks the Han army at this time, the Han army will never be spared.

But none of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were right beside them attacked them. They just walked slowly towards the place where the drums sounded.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of drums spread throughout the wilderness, and the soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads, like birds returning to the forest, returned to the formation of the Yellow Turban Army one after another, and finally gathered under the big khaki banner.

"Da da da…………"

A group of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army flew past Zhang Yi, and no one even took a look at where Zhang Yi was.

The sun in the sky has almost completely fallen into the embrace of the mountains, leaving only a small corner, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky blood red.

"Ugh——"

The camp of the Han army also sounded the horn of assembly. The exhausted Han army supported each other and slowly gathered under Zhang Yi's big flag.

Zhang Yiqiang supported himself and did not fall down from his horse. Not far away, the Yellow Turban Army was almost assembled.

All the Yellow Turbans had withdrawn from the camp of the Han Army, and the Yellow Turbans had no intention of attacking the Han Army at all.

Looking at the big khaki flag not far away, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a little dazed.

In the past, when Xu Ankou merged with the state, he did not commit any crimes to the people who settled in the countryside along the road, and after entering the city, he only plundered the government and the powerful.

Even if they invaded Jinyang City, they only robbed food, grass, and military equipment, and did not loot, burn, kill and plunder.

Just today, Zhang Yi led his troops and was besieged by the Southern Huns. There were no reinforcements outside, and there was no way out. He could only fight with his back. He never thought that Xu An led the troops all the way from Yong'an City to help the Han army and repel the Huns. people.

"Wei Guan Zhong, my hair is on my left lapel."

Zhang Yi muttered to himself, this was the last sentence Xu An wrote in the silk script he sent.

"Tie your hair on the right lapel, and let your hair loose on the left lapel. There is no room for competition over clothes..."

Zhang Yi looked up at Xu An's big flag not far away. He thought of those chattering, righteous and awe-inspiring princes in the court who had their own ghosts in private. He thought of the emperor who favored the ten permanent servants. Jazz joke.

"Taipingdao... even if you are not a demon..."

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