The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 649 Soldiers Enter Luoyang
In the third year of Chuping (192), June [-]rd was a day destined to be recorded in history.

On the walls of Luoyang City, countless khaki-colored banners fluttered in the gust of wind, making the sound of hunting.

For the first time, the banner of the Han army that had been flying over Luoyang for hundreds of years disappeared.

Numerous soldiers holding spears, matching swords, and wearing yellow scarves stood on the majestic city wall of Luoyang City with their heads held high.

Surrounded by a group of generals and schools of the Yellow Turban Army, Xu An steered his horse and slowly walked into the corridor of Guangyang Gate.

The crisp sound of horseshoes echoed in the corridor. Having seen the majestic Chang'an City, Luoyang City did not make Xu An feel much fluctuated.

The feeling of Chang'an City is exactly what Xiao He, the former Chancellor of the Han Dynasty, wanted everyone to feel, "no majesty without grandeur".

And Luoyang City gives people the impression that it is more prosperous and magnificent.

It's just that the magnificence, the magnificence and prosperity have already been destroyed by a fire.

It was a big fire that ignited in the first year of Yonghan (189). Luoyang was burned for hundreds of miles by Dong Zhuo and burned to ashes.

In the past, the magnificent and resplendent north and south palaces were left with ruins, and none of the magnificent palaces and palaces in Luoyang City were spared from death.

The century-old ancient capital and the thousand-year-old city have been built by dozens of generations, and the fruits of the labor of thousands of people have all been burned.

Countless laborers, countless artisans, and the city that took thousands of years to build were all reduced to ashes in the raging fire overnight.

Xu An led his war horse along the streets of Luoyang City, and the smell of blood in the air hadn't dissipated yet.

Zhou Ang's attack on Luoyang City for more than a month was not without merit. He commanded several times to climb the city wall, and even broke into Luoyang City once, but in the end he was repelled by Wu Jing's troops.

After Zhou Ang retreated, the Yellow Turban Army led by Xu An followed.

In two days, before the catapult arrived, He Man had already climbed the wall of Luoyang City with the soldier battalion.

The defenders of Luoyang City were exhausted from the successive battles, and they couldn't resist the Yellow Turban Army with high morale.

He Man led his personal guards into the city, no matter how hard Wu Jing fought, it would be useless.

The defenders in Luoyang City were quickly beheaded and wiped out.

In fact, Xu An led the troops into Luoyang City, and the battle in Luoyang City was not over yet.

The outer city fell, and the Yellow Turban Army invaded Luoyang City like a broken bamboo all the way, while the Han army retreated steadily.

Wu Jing led the last ten soldiers and hid in the Taimiao.

After Luoyang City was burned by Dong Zhuo, it was first captured by Sun Jian.

After Sun Jian captured Luoyang, he repaired the Taimiao and rebuilt the city wall, but it was limited by financial and material resources and many reasons.

After all, Luoyang City has not been completely repaired, only a few important buildings have been repaired.

Then Dong Zhuo sent troops out of Hangu Pass again, took back Luoyang, and repaired some buildings.

After that, the Yanshi of the Han army won a great victory, Xu Rong abandoned Luoyang and retreated to Hangu Pass, Sun Jian captured Luoyang again and repaired it.

The Taimiao is the most well-repaired building, and it is the only complete building in Luoyang City.

Wu Jingyi sat on the pillar of the Taimiao, looking up at the beam.

Outside the Taimiao, the shouts of killing slowed down a bit.

Relying on the narrow terrain, the advantage of the Yellow Turban Army's strength could not be deployed, and several consecutive waves of attacks were repelled.

Then the Yellow Turban Army slowed down its offensive, and until now, the Yellow Turban Army has not launched the next wave of attacks.

But Wu Jing knew very well that when the Yellow Turban Army attacked again, it would be their death.

Severe pain came from Wu Jing's abdomen again, but Wu Jing didn't have time to take care of the wound on his body, and even if Wu Jing wanted to take care of it, there was nothing he could do.

A soldier of the Yellow Turban Army pierced his waist and abdomen armor with a long spear, and he could even clearly feel the shape of the cold spear point when it pierced his body.

"Wow------"

Outside the Taimiao, there was a sudden high-pitched noise.

Wu Jing's complexion changed slightly. Even though the generals in the Taimiao had already prepared to die, their expressions could not be calm.

They knew that their final moments were at hand.

Up to now, the Yellow Turban Army will no longer give them a chance, nor will they survive.

Wu Jing categorically rejected the Yellow Turban Army's previous attempts to persuade them to surrender. This time, the Yellow Turban Army will use their sharp knives to talk to them.

"Tap-tap-"

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded outside the Taimiao.

A black banner appeared in the eyes of Wu Jing and others.

Wu Jing's expression froze. Although the banners of the Yellow Turban Army had different patterns, they were basically all khaki.

Now outside the Ancestral Temple, the black banner is a little bit of ink among the yellow bushes.

An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of Wu Jing's heart.

Wu Jingqiang endured the severe pain and struggled to stand up. The soldiers beside him also clenched the weapons in their hands. At this moment, only the weapons in their hands can bring them a sense of security. The sense of security is really nothing more than an illusion.

There are tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army in Luoyang City, they are only [-] people, how can they escape from being killed.

"Oh!"

A loud noise suddenly sounded from outside the Taimiao, Wu Jing's eyes flickered, and he clearly saw the deformation of the gate of the Taimiao.

Wu Jing clenched the ring head knife in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the gate of the Taimiao.

"Bang!!"

There was another loud noise, and that loud sound was like a huge hammer hitting the chests of everyone in the Taimiao.

This time the impact sent sawdust flying across the thick Taimiao gate.

The dust was scattered on the ground one after another, and under the shining of the sun, Wu Jing had a panoramic view.

Wu Jing's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart slowly lifted, everything in front of him seemed extremely weird.

I don't know when it started, except for the sound of slamming the door, all the surrounding sounds have disappeared, and the high-pitched noise seemed to have never appeared before.

There was a dead silence outside the Taimiao.

In the whole world, there seems to be only the sound of banging wood and doors outside the Taimiao, not even the sound of shouts and chant.

The surrounding silence was terrible, so silent that Wu Jing's originally firm heart felt a wave of fluctuation.

"Bang!!!"

There was another bang.

The sawdust collapsed and flew, and the huge explosion sound penetrated into the ears of everyone in an instant, making people unable to help but change their colors.

The pupils in Wu Jing's eyes suddenly dilated involuntarily at this moment.

In front of his eyes, it was not the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were wearing armor and wearing yellow scarves and they had been fighting fiercely.

It was a hoplite whose whole body was covered in black iron armor, even his hands, feet, neck, and face were wrapped in iron armor.

They have never seen this army.

"tread--"

Wearing heavy armor, the hoplites would make heavy footsteps every time they took a step.

Wu Jing's pupils dilated, and he finally understood where the heavy footsteps came from.

Those soldiers in black heavy armor were all holding strange weapons like iron rods, but unlike iron rods, they had handles and hand guards, which seemed to be blunt weapons.

"call----"

Before Wu Jing could react, one of the black-armored sergeants had yellow tassels on his helmet, and the black-armored sergeant, who seemed to be an officer, slammed down the iron rod.

With the sound of heavy breathing, the group of black-armored soldiers who poured into the Taimiao suddenly charged.

Wu Jing's expression froze, and before he could react, two black-armored soldiers in heavy armor had already rushed towards him from left to right.

Wu Jing has experienced battles for a long time, and he knows how to deal with this kind of combined attack.

The two iron maces, one left and one right, one up and one down, blocked the space for Wu Jing to move left and right.

Wu Jing's eyes flickered, and he stepped back abruptly.

In an army battle, the brave must not be the first, and the timid must not be the last, but now it is a small-scale battle, and there is no army at all.

For this kind of small-scale battle, Wu Jing's experience is quite rich.

The iron mace swiped in the air, and one of them almost passed the tip of Wu Jing's nose. Wu Jing could even clearly see the lines on the iron mace.

Although he had never seen such a weird weapon, he knew that once this weapon hit him, he might not be able to stand up again.

Having escaped the fatal blow, Wu Jing didn't hesitate to sink his waist and exert strength, holding the knife in both hands and slashing forward suddenly.

"clang!"

The sound of gold and iron knocking sounded, and Wu Jing's face changed drastically.

The Bailianhuan first knife in his hand cut through the outermost layer of armor of the black-armored sergeant, but after that, he couldn't cut through it any more.

"Oh!"

Before Wu Jing could hesitate, the black-armored sergeant who had been hacked by him had already discarded the iron mace in his hand, slammed his shoulders and chest in one go, and slammed into his chest fiercely.

With a body of more than two hundred kilograms including a man and a armor, Wu Jing had no room to dodge at all. He was hit straight, and the huge impact directly knocked Wu Jing to the ground.

Wu Jing was hit by this violent impact and almost lost his breath, his eyes turned black for a while.

Severe pain came from his chest and abdomen at the same time, and the sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Wu Jing wanted to speak, but the smell of rust had already filled his mouth and nose, his throat was sore and uncomfortable, it seemed that something was stuck in his throat.

The blood-red color replaced the original darkness, and what finally caught Wu Jing's eyes was a bigger and bigger iron mace...

In just ten breaths, the battle was over.

In the Taimiao, the only ones who could still stand were those sergeants in black armor and hideous visors.

The gust of wind whizzed past, and the black banner outside the Taimiao was suddenly blown up and straightened.

At this moment, the large characters on the banner were also reflected in the drill of the crowd - "Falling into the Battle".

Seven quarters of Shen Shi (16:45)

An hour after the Yellow Turban Army invaded Luoyang City, the last resistance force in Luoyang City also died.

Xu An entered Luoyang city amidst the cheers of thousands of troops.

The disaster that Luoyang City has experienced in the past few years is more cruel than the disaster it has experienced in a thousand years. All the prosperity has been burned, and the Yellow River is rolling away.

The purple air moved with the emperor's seat, and the demon light shone on the stars.

Every family is bleeding like a spring, and the voice of injustice is everywhere.

The dilapidated mounds on both sides, still remaining black, silently recounted the past tragedy.

Millions of people in the Luoyang area were forcibly driven by Dong Zhuo to move to Chang'an. Countless people died tragically along the way, and countless people were destroyed.

The once most affluent land in Henan now only has empty hills and tens of thousands of surviving people.

As for the tens of thousands of residents, because Sun Jian captured Luoyang twice, many people were relocated into Luoyang.

Luoyang has frequent wars, but it is a fertile land after all. Such a fertile field does not need to worry about people farming it.

After Dong Zhuo lifted his spirits, he did not commit any more acts of burning, killing and looting.

At present, the population of Luoyang area is at least [-] to [-], so it is not too barren.

Taimiao is the ancestral temple of ancient Chinese emperors.

The Taimiao was called "Shishi" in the Xia Dynasty, "Chongwu" in the Yin and Shang Dynasties, "Mingtang" in the Zhou Dynasty, and "Tai Temple" in the Qin and Han Dynasties.

Today, the gate of the Han Tai Temple in Luoyang is open.

Inside and outside the Taimiao of the Han Dynasty, there are all khaki flags flying on behalf of the Yellow Turban Army.

Xu An walked slowly on the road to the Taimiao.

The capture of Luoyang didn't cost the Yellow Turban Army much energy at all, and they didn't even have a decent resistance.

The Han army guarding Luoyang had already been exhausted by the Hanoi soldiers led by Zhou Ang.

Although he was far from Sun Jian, Zhou Ang was appointed by Yuan Shao as the governor of Yuzhou after all, so how could he be mediocre.

Zhou Ang consumed all of Wu Jing's energy, causing the Yellow Turban Army to pick up a big leak.

Xu An looked up at the well-repaired Ancestral Temple. It has been repaired and is still intact, and there is no sign of being burned by the fire.

But being surrounded by Qiu Xu all around, it looks a little ironic.

Xu An stepped into the Taimiao, the smell of blood in the air was very faint, but Xu An still smelled it out.

Faint bloodstains on the ground proved that a massacre had taken place here.

Xu An didn't let anyone follow him, and walked into the Taimiao alone.

In the Taimiao, the candles were brightly lit.

No matter how fierce the battle on the front line is, there are still people on duty in the Taimiao to maintain the cleanliness of the Taimiao and the bright lights.

In the Taimiao, there are tablets of all the emperors of the Han Dynasty since Liu Bang.

On the wall are portraits of every emperor of the Han Dynasty, corresponding to the tablets below.

The faces and expressions of those people are majestic, cold, and gentle...

Their merits and demerits are all written in the history books.

Some of them are indeed diligent and caring for the people, and they are indeed sympathetic to the people.

It's just that there are also stupid people and bad people among them.

Their achievements should not be denied, but their mistakes should not be forgotten either.

Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, won the world.

Liu Qi, Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty who put down the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion.

Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, made great achievements by sweeping across Mobei and Liting.

Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of Zhongxing Han Dynasty.

……

After all, there are great shortcomings in the family world.

(End of this chapter)