The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 45

It is already late autumn in Taihang Mountain at this time. The clouds and mist are entangled among the mountains, and the mountain wind blows slowly through the trees of various colors. In autumn, Luohu Mountain is dotted with a huge and colorful picture.

An eagle swooped down from the thick clouds, it uttered a cry, quickly passed a group of slightly noisy people on the mountain road, and flew towards the towering Luohu Mountain in the distance.

There were about [-] people in this group. The marching team was a little crowded, but they still formed a long dragon on the narrow mountain road. They were slowly advancing along the mountain road to Luohu Mountain.

Huang San rode a pony at the front of the team, and Xu An and Liu Pi, who were wearing short brown, were following Huang San's horse.

Xu Dazheng, the captain of Xu An's personal guard, was holding onto a cart, his eyes moving around Xu An.

The original pony has already entered the appetites of the people in Lutai Mountain, and now Huang San and the others are riding on the other pony.

The crowded team walked slowly on the mountain road. Several carts in the team were covered with some dilapidated cloth strips, tied together with ropes, and some cloth bags and clay pots containing grain could be seen from the gaps.

Among the two hundred people in the team, there were actually more than fifty thieves who had surrendered, and they were all arranged at the front of the team. The other one hundred people were all yellow angels brought by Xu An, and some were mixed in the queue. in the middle, and some are at the back of the line.

They all put on the tattered clothes of thieves and bandits, and took up all kinds of messy weapons to hide in the center of the team and around the car.

On the mountain road a few miles away from them, Gong Du led more than a dozen yellow scarves in heavy armor and rode their horses at the forefront. Li Heng and Wang Ren also put on leather armor and followed suit. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army followed Gong Du on both sides.

Behind Gong Du and the others were more than [-] Yellow Turban sergeants who had just been trained in Lutaishan.

Almost the entire army was dispatched from Lutai Mountain, and only dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers and wounded soldiers were left in the village, as well as Zhao Le, the head of the Zhao family.

In his words, Wang Ren and Li Heng had both left, and he had to stay to take care of the injured three children, as well as take care of the captured bandits to prevent any trouble.

Definitely not out of fear.

It was very different from Xu An's group's messy marching team. These more than [-] sergeants were trying to keep the team as tidy as possible during the march.

The people in the queue were very long in heavy armor, and they kept looking at the sergeants in the queue.

Whenever someone took the wrong step, or distanced himself from the original queue, he would get a heavy military stick on his back.

The leaders of each team marched beside the queue of their own team with their halberds and guards in their hands.

No one was chatting and shouting loudly, only the sound of footsteps walking on the mountain road.

……

The outpost of the bandit ahead became clearer and clearer in Xu An's eyes.

Several thieves guarding the outpost were gathered around the fire to keep warm, their swords scattered aside, and they didn't know what they were chatting about.

When Xu An and the others had reached a distance of forty or fifty paces, the guards at the outpost noticed that there were more people on the mountain road.

When they saw the third master riding on a pony, they hurriedly removed Jumu who was blocking the road.

The thieves at the outpost stood tremblingly beside the outpost and did not dare to come out.

Strangely, Huang San didn't seem to see them, and walked right past them.

A young bandit with a slightly childish face lowered his head and whispered to a man in a turban beside him, "Brother Hu, why did the third master not punish us?"

Although the bandit called Brother Hu was a little strange in his heart, Huang San was the third in charge and acted ruthlessly. Some brothers who committed crimes were beaten and scolded at light, and even lost their lives at worst. He changed his temper and didn't even scold.

The few thieves at the outpost were not punished, and their attention was attracted by the carts in the team, and they were all whispering about the goods on the carts.

Just as they were concentrating on watching the cart and chatting in a low voice, the marching team quietly took out several men in sackcloth and came behind them.

A large hand suddenly stretched out from behind the young bandit. Before the young bandit could react, the short knife had already come out through the chest, and the tip of the knife was still hung with bright blood beads.

The gleam in the eyes of the young thief began to slowly dissipate, and his body without any support fell softly to the ground.

The six bandits on the outpost all fell on the mountain road, and blood flowed out of the wounds, converging into small streams.

The team like a long dragon did not stop for the slightest bit because of the thieves who fell to the ground, and the queue was still advancing in an orderly manner.

The men who came out of the team wiped the bloody dagger with the sackcloth on their bodies, and then returned to the queue, as if nothing had happened.

In the dense forest on the side of the mountain road, a thief was hiding in the bushes, and he could see everything that happened on the mountain road.

The three masters actually rebelled! ?He must quickly send this news back to Zhaizhong.

After he glanced at both sides vigilantly, he wanted to withdraw from the bushes, but just took a step, and a sharp ring-shaped knife behind him had already cut his neck.

The two sergeants with their heads wrapped in yellow scarves walked over the thief's body. The two looked at each other and nodded, and then walked forward quickly.

Huang San had already told Xu An all the secret whistles around the mountain road. In the eyes of the experienced Yellow Turban scouts, the secret whistles of these bandits were childish like children.

The outposts set up on Luohu Mountain along the way are like nothing, and they did not bring any vigilance to Luohu Mountain at all.

……

As the sun approached dusk, the sun was almost setting in the mountains, leaving only more than half of the outline.

The sky was rendered into an orange-orange color, and even the clouds and mist dissipated a lot.

A dozen thieves stood sparsely on the wall of Luohu Mountain.

A gust of cold wind blew, and a tall thief was shocked by the cold wind that got into his clothes, and he couldn't help muttering: "This ghost weather, it's so cold before winter begins."

A leaf was swept up in the wind and covered his eyes, and the tall bandit cursed inwardly. When he picked the leaf off, he suddenly found a corner of the mountain road not far away, and suddenly turned a black-spotted tree. Flag brigade.

The tall bandit hurriedly shouted to the surrounding: "Look, is this the third-headed man?"

A one-eyed thief with a leather thong was awakened by the tall thief from his sweet dream, and crawled up cursingly.

Seeing Huang San riding a pony on the mountain road not far away, the one-eyed thief almost jumped up, and quickly shouted: "It's really the third master, this evil star is back, quickly open the gate of the village, my motherfucker I I don't want to eat whip."

The bandits on the wall of the village were in a hurry, and the closed door of the village was slowly opened with a harsh creaking sound.

(End of this chapter)