The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 44
On the top of Lutai Mountain.

Holding the sharp ring-head knife in both hands, Liu Pi charged at the front of the queue, and the bandits in front of him fell like reaping wheat.

With a suit of armor weighing dozens of kilograms, Liu Pi slammed into the crowd fiercely, and the ring-headed sword in his hand burst out instantly in the crowd like a snow-white sledgehammer.

Amidst the shrill screams, the yellow turban soldiers behind Liu Pi poured out like a flood that broke the embankment, passing Liu Pi's figure and charging towards the bandits ahead.

More than [-] heavy armored sergeants stabbed into the hearts of the bandits like a sharp blade, and sentenced them to death directly.

"Wan Sheng!"

Xu An held up the Huan Shou Dao in his hand high, roared up to the sky, and the Huan Shou Dao in his hand slammed forward.

The horns in the army rang in unison again.

"Wan Sheng!" ·

The yellow turban sergeants on both sides also roared hysterically. The tidy army formation instantly became fragmented. Countless sergeants jumped out of the army formation and charged the thieves at the gate of the village with the halberds in their hands.

"die!"

Xu An shouted loudly, and stabbed the knife around the head in his hand. The body of the knife pierced through the chest of a thief, and blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto the dusty ground.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, a thief raised the short knife in his hand in despair, roared, and slammed towards Xu An.

The tall tower shield blocked his way, the war hammer in Xu Da's hand fell on the head of the thief, and the huge force directly smashed the thief to the ground.

The linen turban wrapped around his head could not provide him with the slightest protection. The warhammer directly smashed a large piece of his skull down, and white unknown objects flowed all over the floor along the turban.

The roaring Yellow Turban sergeants rushed out from both sides of Xu An. Although these sergeants had only received more than a week of training, their opponents were just bandits who had already fallen into chaos.

The bandits on Lutai Mountain completely collapsed.

The control of the village gate was returned to the hands of the Yellow Turbans, and Zhang Ji planted the yellow flag in his hand on the wall of the village.

Xu An stood on the wall covered in flesh and blood, looking down at the bandits who were blocked on the mountain road outside the gate.

These aggressive bandits who were still showing off their might not long ago, but now they are as terrified as a bereaved dog.

The Huangtian soldiers in heavy armor rushed out from the gate of the village to chase down the thieves who fled from the desert. Many of these thieves who were scrambling to look at each other and looting in the village turned out to be pushed down the cliff.

A human head was thrown by Xu An and landed in the chaotic crowd on the mountain road.

Everyone saw Xu An standing on the edge of the wall, and the yellow flag fluttering in the wind on the wall. The yellow turban soldiers stopped the sharp blades in their hands and looked at the bandits in front of them.

"Kneeling and surrendering, avoid death!"

The howling mountain wind spread Xu An's words all over the mountain road.

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More than [-] bandits kneeled down on the school grounds behind the village gate.

All kinds of strange weapons and tattered armors were piled up into hills.

The school field was filled with yellow turban soldiers with blades and armor, and their sharp eyes glanced back and forth in the crowd from time to time.

As for the young men of the three families, that is, the sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army, they sat on the other side of the school grounds, and from time to time someone looked at the thieves kneeling on the school grounds with bad eyes.

At this time, Li Heng was sitting with Wang Ren and Zhao Le with his head lowered.

Not far from where the young soldiers gathered, a middle-aged woman was helping Li Heng to bandage the wound on his shoulder.

While guarding the fortress, an old bandit took advantage of the chaos to climb up the wall. Li Heng didn't react, and was cut open by the old bandit with a long knife on his shoulder. Fortunately, Wang Ren was not far away. Come back with a life.

Xu An walked to the fire, sat directly opposite Li Heng and asked, "How is the injury?"

Li Heng looked up at Xu An, his throat rolled up and down, opened his mouth but made no sound, and lowered his head again.

Xu An untied a small pottery pot from his waist and put it on the ground, and said, "This is my Taipingdao's golden sore medicine. It is applied to the wound and changed every day."

"We won and that's why you're still sitting on the floor feeling sad."

Li Heng raised his head again, but only saw Xu An's back.

The crimson robe has been dyed crimson, and the coagulated blood on the black armor has also covered up the dark light that should have existed.

In just one year, the children of the three families have experienced this life and death many times.

……

Huang San knelt down on the ground, his body covered with dust, his blue-blue shirt was torn and tattered, and the short halberd in his hand was not known somewhere on the mountain road.

Gong Du's stomping on his chest is still a burning pain, making Huang San almost unable to breathe, and then being dragged up the mountain by the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, almost breaking his bones.

Just as Huang San was trying to calm his breath, a shadow appeared in front of him.

He raised his head, first saw a pair of copper-inlaid tiger-head boots, then a gold-inlaid belt carved with animal patterns, and then a blood-stained face under a black iron armor with a feather in it.

Huang San knew that this person was probably the commander of this army.

Beside the man, standing at the foot of the mountain was the fierce Chinese general who was as fierce as a bear.

Huang San didn't dare to look directly at the Han general, and turned his head to look aside. There was also a burly yellow-faced Han general standing on the other side, but he was slightly shorter than the other.

The surrounding soldiers in heavy armor stood around the school grounds. The yellow flag was swept up by the mountain wind on the high platform, and the wind rattled.

How could this group of sergeants with amazing combat power suddenly appear in Lutai Mountain, no matter how Huang San thought about it, he could not imagine it.

Xu An looked down at Huang San at his feet, looked up and down the man with five short stature and said, "Are you the third head of Luohu Mountain?"

Huang San's eyes flickered a few times, then glanced at the yellow flag on the stage, and replied: "The villain is indeed the third head of Luohu Mountain, but the general is not the general of the Han army, right?"

"Snapped"

The whip of the soldier beside him slapped Huang San's back fiercely, and Huang San couldn't help but slightly arched his waist under the pain.

The burning pain from the back stimulated Huang San's nerves.

Huang San took a few breaths, the pain in his chest could not help making him groan, Huang San took his breath and looked at Xu An and continued to speak.

"If the general wants to capture Luohu Mountain, Huang San is willing to deceive the general to open the mountain gate."

Xu An was a little surprised when he looked at this short-statured man.

This group of thieves was captured and no one could escape. It was indeed feasible to use this group of thieves to defraud the mountain gate of Luohu Mountain. Xu An also thought so.

After all, this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"go on."

Xu An sat in front of Huang San and looked at the thief with interest.

"The first route in the cottage is clear and dark. As the third head of the village, I am clear. I even know a lot about the situation of the surrounding Dazhai."

"So, what do you want?"

Huang San took another look at the heavy armored warriors standing around, and finally looked at Xu An in front of him, and said solemnly.

"Live."

(End of this chapter)