The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 424
"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The high-spirited war drums sounded from the Han army's formation again, and the soldiers of the Han army slowly came out of the battle like a tide.

The sound of war drums was like thunder, and countless soldiers of the Han army carried crude siege equipment and walked forward quickly under the leadership of their respective generals.

Zou Jing's gaze was always in front of the camp not far in front of him. At this time, the cavalry of the Han army had already protected the two wings of the army, and pierced the official road like a trident.

The two camps of the Yellow Turban Army were surrounded by two spaces formed by the three halberd tips of the Han cavalry.

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

The rapid sound of war drums sounded from the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and a large number of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stood up immediately.

"Hoo----" "Hoo----"

Sharp and piercing whistles filled the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and groups of Yellow Turban soldiers marched quickly along the road between the tents towards the camp wall.

They are the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, they are the sharp fighters of the Yellow Turban Army, and they defeated the Han army one after another.

They defeated the "prestige all over the world" Zhu Jun in Kuicheng, they defeated Jinwu Guard Yuan Pang in Fenshui, and they beat the domineering Southern Huns to flee in Yong'an.

They beheaded the great Shanyu of the Southern Huns in Shuofang. In the battle between the two counties, they drove straight to Taipingdao and captured the two counties of Youzhou.

A large number of casualties made sadness linger in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, but when the drums sounded, when the horn sounded, and when the familiar wooden whistle sounded, these elite Yellow Turban Army once again showed their majesty.

Zou Jing raised the spear in his hand expressionlessly.

"Ugh——"

The continuous sound of horns suddenly sounded from behind Zou Jing.

"mighty!!"

Hundreds of soldiers of the Han army stepped out of the army formation, raised billowing smoke and dust, and headed towards the Yellow Turban camp not far away.

The smoke and dust billowed, and the new wind blew in, flying towards the horizon, as if covering the entire sky with a layer of haze.

"kill!!!"

The soldiers of the Han army rushed forward against the rain of arrows, and one after another short ladders with barbs were put on the camp wall by the Han army.

The infantry archers of the Han army in the rear had also reached the range, and began to shoot precisely at the yellow turban archers on the camp wall.

The cultivation of archers is not as easy as imagined. The crossbows of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army are just a means to limit the enemy's charge and kill when they are in battle.

The archers of the Yellow Turban Army are still much weaker than those of the Han Army.

When the archers of the Han army started to make noises, the bows and arrows of the Yellow Turban Army, which were quite numerous, stopped making noises.

The archers of the Yellow Turban Army are not stupid, and their officers are not stupid either. The archers of the Han Army are obviously more accurate than the archers of the Yellow Turban Army. Shooting will only cause a lot of losses to the archers.

Using one's own weaknesses to attack the other's strengths, such a stupid thing, the general of the Yellow Turban Army who has experienced all the way from the mountains of corpses and blood can't do it.

"Oh!"

The eight strongmen of the Han army pushed the huge ram in their hands, and the ram hit the camp wall fiercely, making a deafening noise, and another toothache sound.

A corporal of the Yellow Turban Army standing on the camp wall was caught off guard and fell from the camp wall.

Countless long spears stabbed out suddenly, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the body of the captain of the Yellow Turban Army in an instant, and blood flowed down the barrel of the gun. His death did not change anything.

"Oh!"

There was another loud bang, and the bumper hit the camp wall again. This camp wall had been damaged before, and it was the weak point.

The wrestlers of the Han army already had experience with this, and even with their experience, they knew how many times it would take for the camp wall to collapse before it collapsed.

In several other places, soldiers of the Han army are repairing the mounds destroyed by the Yellow Turban army.

It is said to be a mound, but it is actually a gentle slope made of accumulated soil. The camp wall is low rather than a tall city wall, and it does not take long to accumulate a gentle slope.

Build a gentle slope with soil, and the soldiers outside the camp wall can climb up the camp wall along the gentle slope, just like a tall siege ladder.

"put!!"

There was another hoarse roar from the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and a large number of arrows were suddenly fired, causing screams and screams in the Han army formation in an instant.

The generals of the Han army in iron armor held sharp weapons and charged forward. Hundreds of soldiers of the Han army frantically rushed up the camp wall amidst the rumbling drums and deafening shouts of killing.

"Han Army!!"

A group of Han generals at the front raised their weapons high.

"mighty!!!"

The soldiers of the Han army in the front line roared again.

Amidst the roar, a large number of soldiers of the Han army, with the help of short ladders, had already boarded the dilapidated camp wall of the Yellow Turban Army, and the sergeants of both sides met hand-to-hand on the camp wall.

The two Yellow Turban barracks above the official road are like two huge flesh and blood mills, rapidly consuming the lives of the soldiers of the two armies.

Holding the Yanling knife in Zhang Yan's hand, Zhang Yan was staring at a scarlet banner outside the camp. The owner of that banner was named Zou Jing, a Polu captain of the Han army and the number one general under Liu Yu's command.

This time the Han army's attack was several times stronger than before. It seemed that the Han army had seen the weakness of the Yellow Turban army, and they wanted to use their own trump cards, and they had done their best in one battle.

Even the most elite trilogy of the Jizhou Han Army-the Forbidden Army of the West Garden!
"Wan Sheng!!!"

"mighty!!!"

Shouts, shouts of killing came one after another, and the sound of Jin Ge clashing did not stop for a moment.

Zou Jing's face was cold, and he looked coldly at the soldiers who were fighting desperately. No matter how many soldiers fell, it seemed that it had no effect on his state of mind.

Unlike Liu Yu, in Zou Jing's eyes, everything except victory was unimportant. As long as he could win, he would do whatever it took, even if the price was the lives of hundreds of soldiers.

In a sense, Zou Jing is very indifferent to the lives of ordinary soldiers under his command. In his opinion, nothing is more important than victory.

Even if it's a one-time success and ten thousand bones are dead, so what, this is the common sense in the world.

One after another, the soldiers of the Han army fell on the camp wall, but more soldiers of the Han army had already boarded the camp wall. The soldiers of the Han army on the camp wall fought fiercely.

The brutal hand-to-hand combat is still going on, and it has only been more than half an hour since the battle, but the battle has already entered a fever pitch.

There are baffles for defending against arrows on the outside of the camp wall, but there is no shelter on the inside.

The archers of the Yellow Turban Army in the camp took this opportunity to shoot feather arrows at the soldiers of the Han Army who had boarded the camp wall, so as to cover their own soldiers.

One weak camp wall after another was broken, and the Han army was trying to launch an assault towards the gap.

Zou Jing observed the battle situation, and the mournful howl echoed in his ears, but it did not affect him at all. He drove his horse forward again, and calmly issued new military orders. Progress gradually.

"Zhang Yan..."

After Zou Jing finished his last military order, he raised his head and looked at the khaki-colored banner flying on the camp wall not far away. It was Zhang Yan's banner.

The information from the Embroidered Cloth Messenger allowed Zou Jing to know this general of the Yellow Turban Army.

Compared with Xu An with great reputation, Yan Zhong with great strategy, Xu Huang with both civil and military skills, Lu Bu with fierce reputation and others, Zhang Yan seems to be a bit mediocre.

It’s just that every time Xu An chose to hand over some important positions to Zhang Yan, and Zhang Yan didn’t make too many mistakes every time, and most of them completed the tasks well and fulfilled his duties. Zou Jing felt a little strange.

It was also because of this that Zou Jing was not in a hurry for success, and was always more cautious.

"Lieutenant Feng, you can order the forbidden army to march now. The 'Moth Thief' is already showing signs of fatigue. As long as we add more fire, Zhang Yan will not be allowed to end himself..."

The corners of Zou Jing's mouth turned up, revealing an inexplicable sneer.

After hearing Zou Jing's words, Feng Fang gave the order to march without hesitation.

In fact, the real commander of the Youzhou Army is not Liu Yu, but Zou Jing. Rong and both of them acted as Liu Yu's orders.

"Ugh——"

The low and desolate horn sounded slowly.

More than a thousand Xiyuan Imperial Guards stepped forward at almost the same moment.

Under the big khaki banner, Zhang Yan stood upright, raised the ring-sword in his hand high, and one after another soldiers of the yellow scarf army slowly gathered around him.

The time for the decisive battle had arrived, and Zhang Yan could smell the danger in the air.

For the country's wings, such as the prosperity of the forest.Get out of the car, Peng Peng, flags are fierce, the Son of Heaven has ordered me to fight in the Quartet!

"mighty!!!"

With the addition of the Xiyuan Forbidden Army, the balance of victory began to slowly fall to the side of the Han army.

A large number of Xiyuan Forbidden Army rushed into the camp of the Yellow Turban Army from the gap opened by the Han Army and from the piled up mound.

If the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army are the elite, and the elite soldiers of the Han Army are the elite, then the Xiyuan Forbidden Army is undoubtedly the elite among the elite.

These imperial guards were all wearing sharp clothes, and the leather armor of the yellow scarf soldiers was easily scratched by the sharp blades of the imperial guards.

The solid armor and crossbows are difficult to shoot through. Only some strong crossbows in the Yellow Turban Army can penetrate the armor of these forbidden soldiers at close range.

The battle situation shifted bit by bit, even if Zhang Yan went into battle in person and fought hard to kill the enemy, he could not reverse the defeat.

The outcome of the battlefield is not determined solely by courage...

Zhang Yan once again beheaded a Forbidden Army of the West Garden who broke into the formation, and thick blood dripped down the edge of his helmet. At this time, most of the camp wall in front had fallen into the hands of the Han army. The wall is just struggling to support, and it will soon be lost.

"Ugh——"

The unique horn of the Imperial Army of the West Garden sounded again, and Zhang Yan once again raised his head to look at the scarlet banner of Zou Jing not far away, and then glanced at the Imperial Army of the West Garden pouring into the camp in front of him.

The black soldiers of the Han army raised their icy sharp blades, rushing in like a tide, and the sound of thunderous drums hammered Zhang Yan's chest again and again.

Zhang Yan took a step back, and the guards beside him all stepped forward, surrounding him in the middle.

The battle situation was already extremely unfavorable, but there was no trace of panic on Zhang Yan's face at this time.

"call out--------"

An extremely ear-piercing shrill sound suddenly sounded from where Zhang Yan was, like the cry of a dying bird.

In the formation of the Forbidden Army of the West Garden, the expressions of the two generals of the Han army who were a little bigger than the others changed abruptly.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and the Yellow Turban Army can't be targeted indiscriminately. The strange sound from Zhang Yan's position must be some kind of signal.

Just when everyone was still wondering, it seemed that their conjecture was confirmed.

A black banner suddenly appeared, and the camp of the Yellow Turban Army was suddenly broken open, and one black banner after another was erected, one after another was wearing armor, holding a shield spear, and a hammer and ax at the waist. The pawns gathered under the black banner.

"call----"

The new wind blew in, stirring up the ink-like black banner.

(End of this chapter)