The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 63 Zhang Niu Jiao

When more Yellow Turban soldiers rushed into the wall through the ladder, the Han army's loose defense line collapsed in an instant.

The lively Yellow Turban Soldiers, like wild beasts, stepped on the exhausted Han Army Soldiers effortlessly, and one after another Han Army Soldiers fell into the pool of blood above the wall.

The last resistance at Jingxing Pass also disappeared with the defeat of Lu Jun...

The Golden Crow stretched its wings in the air and released a radiant light. The soldiers wrapped in yellow scarves under the wall came and went to clean up a messy battlefield.

They spliced ​​the stumps and arms together, carried their dead robes on their backs, and gathered some items on them that they could continue to use, the dry food bags on their waists, the weapons in their hands, and the leather armor on their bodies. ...

The bodies of thousands of Yellow Turbans were piled up outside the gate, and the Yellow Turban sergeants outside the gate silently digged the soil on the ground with agricultural tools.

The cheers of victory belong only to those who survive, and those who die only die.

The red flags on Jingjingguan have been replaced with yellow flags, and the khaki yellow flag is flying again above the wall of Jingjingguan.

A group of sergeants wrapped in yellow scarves lined up in a fairly neat queue, walking towards Jingxing Pass.

The gate to the east was opened, and the remaining Han troops did not know where they fled. The Yellow Turbans' cavalry roared past the city gate with dozens of yellow flags. It was absolutely impossible for these Han troops to escape Jingxing easily. .

Xu An stood on the wall, supporting the crenel of the wall with his hands. The cold stone bricks were not warmed by the blood that splashed out.

Standing in the Jingxing Pass again, Xu An only felt in a trance. When he first entered the Taihang Mountains, he was only a nominal Huangjinqu handsome with only [-] people around him. He cheated Jingxing by deception.

Today, there are [-] soldiers under his command, and he also enjoys the benefits of fame. The most intuitive benefits of beheading three bandits and recovering Huanglong are the sergeants under his command. Victims and Rangers.

Seeing the yellow turban sergeant slowly entering the customs on the official road, Xu An couldn't help showing a smile on his face. The military stick and strict military law prompted these former bandits and farmers to begin to evolve into a regular army.

Of the [-] Yellow Turban sergeants who fell outside the pass, at least [-] of them died under the command of the military judge and the supervising team.

……

Outside the city of Yingtao, the siege of the Yellow Turbans outside the city has been repelled.

The army of the Han army was lined up in a place less than three miles away from the Yingtao Yellow Turban camp. The two sides had been fighting for two days, and there were still many dead bodies of soldiers in the area between the two armies.

In the commanding tent of the Yellow Turbans, the atmosphere was terrifyingly dull and terrifying. More than [-] officers and generals in the army gathered in front of Zhang Niujiao's collapse.

The doctor was tremblingly changing the dressing on the wound on Zhang Niujiao's right chest, but there was no sign of the wound getting better, and even pus was oozing out. Zhang Niujiao's chest was ups and downs, and there was a broken bellows in his throat. .

Zhang Niujiao, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army of the Gall Pottery, had already died soon. The arrows from the city wall during the siege hit him in the right chest. Although he was treated with gold sore medicine, the wound continued to deteriorate. Most of the arrow clusters were contaminated. stool.

And just two days ago, the Han army, which was entrenched not far from the city, raided the Yellow Turban army that was sieging the city. Although Zhang Niujiao led the troops to repel the Han army, the wound opened again after the fierce fighting. When he returned to the barracks, Zhang Niujiao could no longer stand up.

Zhang Niujiao pushed the doctor away and said weakly, "Okay, there's no need to change, you go down..."

The doctor was relieved, wiped the sweat on his forehead, hunched his waist and slowly passed through the gap in the crowd, not daring to make a sound.

The atmosphere in the tent became more and more depressed, and the expressions on everyone's faces were so gloomy that they could almost squeeze out the water.

Zhang Niujiao leaned back and wanted to support his body with his hands. Chu Yan, who was beside him, hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhang Niujiao half lean on the collapsed.

Zhang Niujiao looked up at the dull generals in the tent, and asked vigorously, "How many days have I been lying down?"

"It's been two days." Chu Yan picked up a bowl of corn porridge next to the collapse, and said, "Brother, you haven't eaten for a day. Have some porridge."

"No need." Zhang Niujiao pushed Chu Yan's hand away from the porridge, and said, "That's the fate."

Zhang Niujiao shook his head, leaned on the collapsed and looked around at the generals in the tent and said, "After I die, the army will be led by Chu Yan."

There was silence in the account, and no one responded for a while.

Zhang Niujiao closed his eyes slightly, and scolded sharply with a breath of breath, "Am I not clear enough?"

"promise."

Seeing that Zhang Niujiao was angry, all the generals around him immediately responded.

Only then did Zhang Niujiao stop his anger, but then he coughed violently. Every time he coughed, he almost felt like he was coughing out the lung lobes in his chest. He felt a little more comfortable.

After a while, Zhang Niujiao finally calmed down, and Chu Yan brought the corn porridge again. Zhang Niujiao did not refuse this time, but instead drank half a bowl, his face flushed a lot, and his spirit was better.

He shook Chu Yan's hand and said solemnly: "Jizhou can't stay anymore, the officers and soldiers are big, so they can't be hit hard. I don't want to be mourned after I die, hurry up and return to Zhending, the two military commanders in the Han army. It should not be underestimated, if you are caught by the tail, I am afraid that it will be difficult to leave at that time."

Zhang Niujiao slowed down and continued: "If the Han army's offensive is difficult to stop, you can enter Taihang Mountain from Jingxing, and there will be not many Jingxing defenders."

"And the west side of Jingxing is not the bandits, but the Yellow Turban Army, the leader Liu Pi, Gong Du and I are brothers of the same generation, you take my kit and they see it, they will definitely not embarrass you, as for Xu install……"

Zhang Niujiao frowned.

"In less than a month, this person has united the bandits in the middle of the Taihang Mountains, and has made Liu Pi and Gong both their leaders. You must not underestimate him."

Chu Yan looked at Zhang Niujiao on the couch and nodded solemnly, but Zhang Niujiao was still a little worried after speaking, and asked again: "Do you remember?"

"I remember, bro."

Chu Yan opened the mouth and replied, her eyes were slightly red, her voice was a little choked, and she only felt an indescribable discomfort in her throat like a knife cut.

Zhang Niujiao once again glanced at the generals surrounding the collapse. He clearly felt that the vitality was leaving his body. Zhang Niujiao struggled to support his body and said sadly: "I didn't expect my body to die first. The sad wind is desolate, the clouds are turned into mist, and the heart is too empty, it is not my wish..."

(End of this chapter)