The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 630 Soldiers Enter Huayin
"Take your weapons and dry food bags, and look at the flags of each of them, and line up according to their numbers. The order of disembarkation has been told to you in advance. After the ferry docks and stops, disembark in order!"

Fu Zhu at the bow of the ship shouted loudly with an iron horn, urging precautions and arrangements for disembarkation.

"well enough?"

Wang Qi patted Chen Wu's shoulder lying beside the guardrail.

Chen Wu stuck his head out of the guardrail at this time, his face was pale, and there were still some food residues in the corner of his mouth, obviously he had just vomited.

"How long does it take for the ferry to go from the north bank to the south bank? It won't take even half an hour. You'll get seasick..."

Chen Wu stood aside, looking at Zhong Hou with disgust.

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that you spit out the mutton you just ate at noon, what a prodigal!"

In the past, being ridiculed by Tian Zhang like this, Chen Wu would definitely fight back, but now that Chen Wu even vomited out his lunch at noon, how could he still have the strength to argue with Tian Zhang.

In the original team, Zhong Hou was a bit naive and quite honest, but he had a bit of a appetite, and Yang Mu was a little taciturn, but after being with them for a long time, he became a little more cheerful.

When Wang Qi was a senior, he was quite serious and stern. Now he has been promoted to a military lord, and he is a military lord who graduated from the Taipingdao Army Academy.

Zhao Xu is also a dull gourd. He was like this when he was a banner officer, but now that he is the head of the village, he talks less and less.

Among them, Tian Zhang and Chen Wu had the most out-of-the-ordinary personalities. As soon as the two of them started chatting, the day's rest time basically passed by like this. On weekdays, the two often used words to run on each other.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The ship's bell rang, and Fu Zhu at the bow once again raised the iron horn in his hand.

"Comrades, get ready to disembark!"

Wang Qi held the handrail, and he could feel the ferry boat under his feet slowly approaching the shore, slowly becoming stable.

"call out----"

Then a sharp wooden whistle sounded from inside the ferry.

Chen Wu stood up straight reflexively, not only Chen Wu, but all the soldiers in the ferry stood up almost at the same time. They have undergone long-term training, and their sensitivity to whistle sounds has reached the highest level.

There are three types of signals in the Yellow Turban Army, one is the whistle, the other is the drum, and the third is the flag.

The opening of the literacy class also promoted the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army to step out of ignorance and enter a new world. They knew Chinese characters, understood the meaning of numbers, and were more able to accept new things.

Any qualified soldiers and sharp soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army can master and memorize the signals in the army proficiently, and even reach the point of conditioned reflex. Once there is a whistle, drum or flag, they can immediately Responding subconsciously, this also made them invincible in previous wars.

"Arranged in order, ready to disembark!"

Under the command of their respective generals, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the ferry quickly lined up for the march.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The bell on the ferry rang again.

The ferry has already docked at Maojin's pier.

"Raise the flag."

A khaki military flag was erected, and Wang Qi stood behind the railing of the boat, looking at the pier outside the boat.

Chen Wu and Tian Zhang were standing on the flanks of the queue, each carrying a waist knife. They were officers, and their duty was to maintain order in the army.

Wang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the scene on the pier, and his breathing involuntarily became heavier.

On the pier at this time, there is a boundless murderous air spreading.

The sound of heavy footsteps, the neighing of war horses, and the sound of drums and whistles were mixed together, although it was noisy, it was not messy.

As soon as Wang Qi got off the boat, an officer in military uniform came over.

"Maojin Dispatch Officer Li Ping, I will be in charge of the crossing of the river."

The army Sima raised his fist and put it on his chest, first saluted Wang Qi, Wang Qi also stopped immediately, and also saluted.

"Wang Qi, Marquis of the Third Song of the Second Battalion."

"You are the last boat in your group. The rest of you have already gathered in No. [-] Area A. I will send someone to take you there to gather."

"The second battalion of soldiers will leave Maojin in half a quarter of an hour and head west. Don't waste the time."

"Your armaments have been delivered to the auxiliary soldiers, and those auxiliary soldiers will march with you."

Li Ping, the commander of the army, pointed out a person, and after a brief exchange with Wang Qi, he left the area where they were.

At this time, the bell of the ferry rang again.

Wang Qi looked back, and saw that the ferry boat carrying them had set sail again, heading slowly towards the north bank, where thousands of fellow travelers were waiting for the ferry boat to carry them across the raging Yellow River.

Wang Qi withdrew his gaze, and everyone was waiting for his military order.

"Let's go!"

Wang Qi quickly issued the military order and took the lead to move forward.

Chen Wu and Tian Zhang walked on the left and right sides of the queue, carrying a knife and leading their personal guards, one on the left and the other on the right.

As the main ferry that used to connect Hongnong County and Hedong County, Maojin is not insignificant. The largest ferry Wang Qi had seen before was the ferry of Fenshui, but the ferry of Fenshui only connected the north and south of Hedong County. Compared with Maojin It pales in comparison.

Wang Qi pressed the Yanling knife on his waist and observed the situation around the pier.

Group after group of soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads, lined up neatly like them, marched westward under the leadership of their respective generals.

On the pier, a large number of flags of the Yellow Turban Army were flying in the sky, and while they were walking, one after another, the ferries docked one after another, and one after another, soldiers stepped off the ferry and boarded the pier .

Wang Qi involuntarily clenched the handle of the Yanling Saber in his hand

Since the first year of Yonghan (189).

Wang Qi has never experienced large-scale battles again. The last time he went to Liangzhou with Zhang Yan, the Liangzhou army he encountered was actually less than [-] people. Just enough for more than [-] people.

And it was still a siege battle, those Liangzhou troops were all huddled in the city, and they didn't dare to fight them at all.

In fact, they hadn't experienced much fighting until the last time they broke through the city.

The atmosphere this time was even more solemn than when they went to Liangzhou before.

I heard that Dong Zhuo of Guanzhong had assembled an army of [-] in Huayin, that is, on their way to the west.

The ferry gradually moved away from Wang Qi, and as they moved forward, more and more people went with them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The faint sound of drums in the wind gradually became clear as Wang Qi and the others advanced.

Wang Qi turned his head, looked away from the comrade beside him, and looked forward.

Countless khaki-colored banners gathered in front of them, like the mountains in the Taihang Mountains.

Under the banner, there are countless young and immature faces, but each of them reveals firmness in their eyes.

They are soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, they are soldiers of the Taiping Dao!
"Comrades, the enemy of the West is waiting for us in Huayin!"

A loud sound rang in Wang Qi's ear, and Wang Qi looked up, and saw a Fu Zhu from the Taiping Dao holding a trumpet, standing on a slightly higher platform, and speaking loudly.

"They gathered [-] people, a total of [-] people, they want to block our way forward, they want us to retreat, they want us to surrender again, they want us to kneel at their feet again, Endure their endless exploitation!!!”

All the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who passed by focused their eyes on that Fu Zhu of the Yellow Turban Army.

"There is a severe drought in the world, no crops are harvested, and taxes are heavy. It is only because of the arrogance of the rich and powerful, greedy for pleasure, the smell of wine and meat from the rich, and the frozen bones on the road. The powerful family does not work, but enjoys wanton pleasure. We work hard every day. , but will suffer hunger and die in poverty.”

"The great virtuous teacher led us forward and led us to where we are today. We occupy four prefectures and twenty-five counties. No one in the world dares to underestimate us. When those powerful families mentioned us, the first time Feeling afraid!"

The Fu Zhu of the Yellow Turban Army stood up straight with firm eyes.

"In the past, those high-ranking dignitaries, those powerful families who held power, they bullied us wantonly, they were above our heads and oppressed us!"

The words of the Yellow Turban Army Fu Zhu were extremely contagious, and those words infected the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were marching, and they remembered the days when they were not under the rule of Taipingdao.

They braved the scorching sun of summer and the cold wind of winter, but they wore thin clothes that could barely cover their bodies, and they ate food with almost no oil or water. They were hungry and cold.

Once offending those powerful families, or even not offending them, it may bring disaster.

During the harvest season, officials in fine clothes would go to the countryside to collect taxes.

One law after another, one tax decree after another, at the end, the remaining rations were not even enough to fill the stomach.

"Now they are afraid of us, they are afraid of the swords in our hands, they are afraid of the armor on our bodies, and they are afraid that we are united!"

The Fu Zhu of the Yellow Turban Army on the high platform clenched his fists tightly, impassioned.

"We defeated the Han army in Sili, the Han army in Bingzhou, and the Han army in Youzhou and Liangzhou!"

"We defeated the Xiongnu and Xianbei, and Wuhuan voluntarily chose to join our team!"

"We are not alone, we are not alone, behind us, there are millions of like-minded comrades, they are on different battlefields, supporting us, encouraging us, they are fighting with us !"

The high-pitched voice of the Yellow Turban Army Talisman spread along with the iron loudspeaker, and every soldier passing by could hear his voice clearly.

Wang Qi raised his head, staring at the talisman of the Yellow Turban Army.

When he was in the Taihang Mountains, he had already joined the Yellow Turban Army, and they were indeed not alone.

Chen Wu clenched the Yanling Saber on his waist, and he also looked at the amulet of the Yellow Turban Army.

"We never choose to compromise!"

"We never stand still!"

"We will never give in!!!"

"Even if blood stains Shenzhou, don't give up!!!"

"Comrades!"

On the high platform, the Fu Zhu of the Yellow Turban Army raised his arms, raised his arms and shouted, his voice was hoarse.

"go ahead!"

"go ahead!"

"For the sake of Huang Tian's world! Go forward!"

Before his words fell, more voices had already sounded.

"go ahead!!"

The sound first sounded from the place closest to him, and then the same sound sounded from far away.

"go ahead!!!"

Whether they are marching or the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who have already stood still, they all hold their heads high and their chests high, with their right fists clenched in front of their chests.

……

"Military heart is available."

On the hill not far away, Xu An put down the binoculars in his hand. He saw those soldiers on the pier who raised their arms and shouted with high morale, and heard their shouts.

Jia Xu's eyes were fixed slightly, looking at the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the pier who were in high morale, and then set their eyes on Xu An.

He followed Zhang Huan, followed Zhang Wen, met Huang Fusong, met Lu Zhi, he met too many famous generals and too many troops.

But Xu An was absolutely the most terrifying person he had ever seen, controlling people's hearts and morale.

Xu An seemed to be born with magical powers, and he didn't know what was causing the trouble.

Whenever Xu An opened his mouth, what he said seemed to have magical powers, which made people want to believe involuntarily, so that people would not doubt whether it was true or false.

What is happening on the pier now, and what the Yellow Turban Army Fu Zhu said, without exception, all come from Xu An's handwriting, and they are all written by Xu An himself.

Jia Xu has seen those words, and he imagined the effect those words can play, but even if he had already thought of the best effect, the actual effect was beyond his expectation after all.

Jia Xu pulled the horse under his seat, and he remembered what Yan Zhong said to him when he said goodbye when he left Liangzhou.

"Although the world is vast, there is actually only one person who can create a new era."

What Yan Zhong was referring to was Xu An. The more Jia Xu knew about Xu An, the more he felt that Xu An seemed to be different from other people in every aspect.

Fame and wealth are the most intoxicating, and gentleness and jade are the most destructive.

However, Xu An didn't seem to have received too much influence, fame and wealth, now Xu An has become the co-lord of [-] counties in four prefectures, governing millions of people, but his life is not so luxurious .

After arriving in the army, Xu An's treatment such as food and drink was basically no different from that of ordinary soldiers.

Xu An's life is extremely self-disciplined. Even though Xu An's status has made him no longer need to fight the enemy himself, Xu An will still set aside time to practice martial arts without slack.

In Xu An's words, wars are dangerous and the situation is ever-changing. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance that he may need to draw his own weapon, he cannot relax.

Xu An was not indulging in the luxurious and corrupt life, nor was he indulging in the gentle countryside.

Jia Xu has never met someone like Xu An, and Xu An's thoughts are many that no one has ever thought of.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes in Taiping Road, Jia Xu would never have believed that the army and the people can be so harmonious...

"call----"

A burst of noise disturbed Jia Xu's thoughts.

Jia Xu raised his eyes to follow the prestige, and saw above the official road, the army of the brigade was marching westward, and the direction they were looking at seemed to be his direction.

Immediately afterwards, the noisy din gradually became orderly and clear.

The howling wind blew from north to south, blowing countless khaki banners on the official road, and also engulfed the shouts on the official road.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand, follow the sky and follow the righteousness, and enjoy peace!!!"

　Good news, my computer is broken, so there may be a lot of typos in this chapter, I corrected some, but I feel that there should be a lot...

　　This time the Battle of Huayin will be written from a different angle, from the perspective of ordinary soldiers, so Wang Qi and the others are back again

　　
　
(End of this chapter)