The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 73 Yan Liang
Wang Xun looked up at the dim sky, the suffocation in his chest had dissipated, and he knew that the time for his soul to return to the yellow sky was coming.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

He shouted loudly in a hoarse voice, the sergeants around him all focused on him, and they all did their best to respond loudly to their Sima.

"When the year is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!"

The voices of dozens of people, but they were as loud as hundreds of people, intertwined and merged into one piece, soaring into the sky!

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

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

Yan Liang and Wen Chou quietly looked at Sergeant Zhang Yanjun under the khaki army.

This group of sergeants with rudimentary armor actually withstood the charge of the armored cavalry, and they have not yet been defeated. They are not the fanatical Taiping Dao believers, nor the fanatical Yellow Angels.

"This group of thieves is a little different."

Yan Liang looked at the military flag not far away with a solemn expression.

"Behind you are your family, and anyone will work hard."

Wen Chou shook Ma Leng in the handshake and let out a suffocating breath.

In the cavalry formation behind him, there were no more slaughtering noises and cluttered human voices, only the heavy sniffing of the warhorses. Perhaps the atmosphere was too dull, and the warhorses in the cavalry formation were scrambling uneasy on the ground.

"At the end of the day, most people just can't survive, and who wants to really rebel..."

Severe pain came from the shoulders, blood flowed out of Wang Xun's robe, he gritted his teeth, and even made a harsh grinding sound because of the force.

"Kick kick kick..."

The crisp sound of horse hooves was particularly clear on the silent official road.

Wang Xun raised his head and saw a member of the Han army cavalry formation, a Jinpao cavalry general walking out of the formation single-handedly. Wang Xun recognized the cavalry general, even if it turned to ashes.

The cavalry general took the armored cavalry of the Han army and broke through the two army formations under his command.

The golden-robed knight asked, "What's your name?"

Although one person faced more than thirty or forty people, the Jinpao general remained calm.

Wang Xun was a little surprised, looking at the Jinpao Cavalry not far away for a moment, he didn't understand why he asked this question, but he still answered the Jinpao Cavalry's words.

"Wang Xun."

The Jinpao Cavalry was Yan Liang who was wearing the Southern Kingdom's Shu Jin Baihua Pao. He recited Wang Xun's name several times, nodded solemnly, and said, "Wang Xun, I've written it down."

Yan Liang wrote down Wang Xun's name, and when his mind changed, he asked, "Why are you rebelling?"

"Rebellious?"

As if he heard something funny, Wang Xun burst into laughter, almost out of breath, and even burst into tears.

"The world is in chaos, and plagues are spreading everywhere, and the emperor of the Han family has to give away taxes! How could there be any food in my waiting family!!!"

"Dare to ask the general, should I starve to death at home when I'm waiting for the promotion of the peasants?"

Wang Xun roared, shouting hoarsely, venting the depression in his heart.

Yan Liang rode on the dark clouds and treading the snow without saying a word. He had been in the military camp for a long time and had no idea about the situation of the people. Even if he knew, as a military officer, he could not do anything.

No wonder the more than ten "Jingguans" outside Xiaquyang and Guangzong City have no effect. The rebellion in Jizhou is still one after another, like bamboo shoots after rain.

Yan Liang originally thought that they were just being deceived by the believers who were brainwashed by Taiping Dao, but today's mysterious question made Yan Liang realize that something was wrong.

The truth does not seem to be the general propaganda of the government...

Yan Liang let out a breath of turbid air, raised the knife between his eyebrows, turned over and jumped off the war horse.

"Everyone is willing to submit to me, someone is the Sima Yanliang of the Han army. If you surrender, you must treat each other with courtesy."

Yan Liang really had a heart of sympathy. These soldiers were quite determined. If they were trained as personal soldiers and used in battle, it would be a great help.

The sergeants all around looked at Wang Xun standing at the flag, but they all held the swords in their hands tightly.

"No need..."

Wang Xun looked at the sergeants around him and nodded lightly, he already knew the answer.

Yan Liang took the knife between his eyebrows and stepped forward, stepping over the corpses of the fallen soldiers.

Two sergeants of Zhang Yan's army, holding long swords horizontally, swooped from the left and the right...

A leader of Zhang Yanjun's team, standing with a ring-headed sword, roared and charged...

One sergeant after another fell under Yan Liang's knife between the eyebrows, and the thick blood slowly dripped onto the corpse on the ground along the curved surface of the knife between the eyebrows.

In battle, courage is not the root of everything, training, martial arts, military formation, and discipline are all important.

Wang Xun used a large Han sword to stand on the ground against his buttocks to support his bruised body so that he would not fall down, and clenched the halberd with both hands.

There was no other sergeant beside him, only the golden-robed general who came slowly.

Wang Xun exerted strength with his feet, stood up with all his might, and thrust his halberd straight at Yan Liang's chest.

Yan Liang clenched the knife between the eyebrows with both hands, and with a violent force, it danced like a windmill.

As soon as the light of the knife appeared, the sharp knife between the eyebrows slashed Wang Xun's throat with a single stroke, and a curtain of blood splattered out, dyeing the Shu Brocade Hundred Flowers Robe from the southern country red.

Wang Xun held the gap in his neck and collapsed weakly beside the khaki Sima Banner. He slept with his robe and his sergeant. Together with his comrades, his soul returned to Huang Tian.

"咴-"

The dark clouds and the snow slowly stepped to Yan Liang's side, and a dry horse also came to the front.

Yan Liang stood in place, unable to calm down for a long time.

On the official road in the distance, there was a sound of people neighing, khaki flags covered the official road, accompanied by strange screams, countless sergeants wrapped in yellow scarves entered the battlefield, and the horse team whistled in front of the battle. A khaki-yellow flag of a tall general appeared in the eyes of Yan Liang and Wen Chou.

Wen Chou knew that it must be the reinforcements of the troops who rushed to the rear of the palace.

"Let's go..."

Yan Liang turned on his horse and lost his previous fighting spirit.

"General, this flag..."

A knight reminded that Yan Liang did not cut off the military flag belonging to Wang Xun, and Wang Xun's khaki-colored military Sima flag was still stuck among the corpses everywhere.

Yan Liang didn't answer, he instigated the reins to turn the horse's head and walked towards the rear.

In the mountains in the distance, the sun was only a little bright, and the setting sun was like blood. The official road was full of corpses, and there was a dead silence. The chasing Han Qi took the dead robe and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

When the last red flag disappeared from Gong Du's field of vision, the sun also fell between the mountains, and the darkness eroded little by little to the earth.

(End of this chapter)