The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 61 Bloody Battle
"kill!!!"

Zhentian's scream of killing sounded again, and Rolling Stone and Leimu kept falling from the tall wall of Jingxing Pass.

The sky was already white with fish belly, and the fighting in Jingxing Pass had almost never stopped. The bandits outside the pass seemed to be inexhaustible, and they attacked the pass like crazy.

It's already the fifth wave...

Lu Jun leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. Fortunately, the wall at Jingxing Pass was not long, and the five hundred Han troops were able to take turns defending. During the battle of defending the city, his physical strength is being rapidly consumed.

"Hey—" "Hey—" "Hey—"

There were three more short and sharp chirps, and there were hundreds of new troops wrapped in yellow turbans from outside the gate slowly.

Lu Jun looked through the small shooting hole in the wall, and by the morning sun, Lu Jun could see the scene outside the gate. On the official road, which was not too wide, there were crowds of people and flags fluttering, like a khaki ocean. .

The light soldiers of the Yellow Turbans came up again, and the heavy armoured troops not far from them had not attacked. Under the khaki-colored banner, a large flag was hunting in the air, embroidered with black thread. With a big "Xu" character.

Zhao Ji marched in the center of the army formation, looking at the tall and majestic wall not far away, he couldn't help feeling dry for a while, and looked at the robe next to him from the corner of his eye, Zhao Ji felt a little more at ease.

After the First World War in the Mountain Road, his super long was promoted to the team leader, and he was also promoted to super long by him.

At this time, it was already dawn, and the blue bricks on the wall were clearly visible to everyone. In the middle of the night, countless sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army fell under the wall, and the air was filled with a suffocating and rich bloody smell.

The ladder was put on the wall again,

"call out--"

A sharp wooden whistle blared.

The light soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army under the wall stepped through the blood pool, and the surging crowd rushed up the ladder with a loud whistle.

Huge khaki waves slapped on the wall of Jingjingguan, causing countless waves.

Countless boulders fell on the wall again, and the light soldiers of the Yellow Turbans marching on the ladder fell like raindrops.

The location of Jingjing Pass is too narrow for the tens of thousands of troops to deploy. Every time the Han army on the wall faces the Yellow Turban army, there are not many.

There was still a gentle slope outside the pass wall, which made the Yellow Turbans' attack even more difficult. Xu An didn't notice these situations when they were inside Jingjing Pass.

But the current situation is already difficult to ride a tiger. Xu An even began to worry about whether the reinforcements of the Han army would support Jingjingguan. Although he was very sure at the military meeting at the time, it was only to persuade Huang Long to stabilize the military.

If Jingjing is not good for this battle, Xu An's prestige built by beheading the three Taihang Mountain bandits will definitely be greatly reduced, and there may even be a mutiny.

At this time, the Yellow Turbans had suffered [-] casualties in Guanxia, ​​and the large number of casualties made the morale of the army even more low.

Behind Xu An's army, in the camp where Gong Du and Huang Long were stationed, there were faint signs of commotion. The grievances of the army were accumulating, and the moment it reached its peak, it was the moment when the army collapsed.

There were stumps and broken arms in front of him, and some of the sergeants who fell from the ladder were still not out of breath, and the bruises flowed out of their mouths, lying on the pile of corpses and mourning.

"call out--"

The hurried wooden whistle suddenly sounded in Zhao Ji's ears, Zhao Ji knew that it was their turn to attack the city...

The one who survived with Zhao Ji was the current leader of their team. When the wooden whistle sounded, this fanatical yellow angel raised the dazzling ring-headed sword in his hand, and strode forward. On the ladder.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!!!"

The Yellow Turbans that have been pressed up are different from the previous ones, almost all of them are followers of Taiping Dao...

Soon, the Han army on the wall understood what it means to be fanatical. The yellow turban army wearing heavy armor led the charge, and even the flags representing the colony and the army officers were rapidly approaching the cloud ladder.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!!!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!!!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!!!"

The slogans were overwhelmingly slapped on the wall.

"Kill!!!"

Under the long battle, the crenels of the Han army's defense gradually appeared gaps under the impact of this group of fanatical believers of Taiping Taoism.

The first Yellow Turban sergeant climbed to the top of the city, and although he soon fell under the swords of the Han Army soldiers, more Yellow Turbans poured into the wall.

"Stop them!"

Lu Jun waved the ring-head knife in his hand and beheaded a Yellow Turban army chief who had just jumped out of the crenel. The sharp ring-head knife almost cut off the head of the Yellow Turban army chief, but such a bloody scene It did not frighten the sergeant who came up later.

More Yellow Turban sergeants rushed to the wall.

"die!"

Lu Jun shouted violently, and the ring-head knife in his hand slashed towards a sergeant of the Yellow Turban Army in front of him.

"what!!!"

The sharp ring-head knife effortlessly cut through the leather armor of the Yellow Turban sergeant, and the blade cut through his fragile abdomen in an instant.

A Yellow Turban soldier with a flag stuck on his back, with a ferocious face, charged towards Lu Jun with a roar.

Lu Jun wiped off the blood on the knife with his sleeve, stepped forward and turned his wrist, a snow-white light of the knife suddenly appeared.

The halberd in the hands of the Yellow Turban Army Chief fell to the ground, and knelt on the ground with his hands covering his neck, blood flowing from the gaps in his hands.

"Ugh——"

The low-pitched horn sounded at the top of the city, and the sound of the war drums became more and more urgent. The Han army soldiers who were waiting to rest behind the wall hurried to the emergency crenel.

"it's time……"

Looking at Jingjingguan in the sun, Xu Anqiang pulled out the ring-head knife around his waist, and the Han army who was closed was already exhausted.

The sound of the sharp blade unsheathed alarmed the soldiers around Xu An, and everyone's eyes turned to Xu An under the command of the general.

Xu An pulled out the ring-headed sword around his waist and swung it forward vigorously. The sound of a thousand victories resounded from the throats of the hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers beside him. They raised the ringed-headed sword in their hands. Holding up the sturdy curved edge shield in his hand, he followed Xu An's pace and rushed forward.

"call out----"

The shrill whistle rang throughout the battlefield.

Lu Jun on the wall clenched the ring sword in his hand. He knew that the final test was coming. Looking back at the east, the sun had completely jumped out of the mountains, but on the official road in the distance, the red flag of the Han army It still didn't appear, and he also guessed something in his heart...

Although Xu An took the lead in the charge, the armored soldiers beside him would not really let the main general stand at the forefront of the army formation, and more and more armored soldiers on both sides and behind crossed Xu An's flag.

(End of this chapter)