The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 77 Wind and Rain Stone Crisp Mountain ([-]) (end of three shifts)

The mountain wind whistled as cold as water, and the trees and pines murmured in the rainstorm.

Xu An let out a sigh of turbidity, the khaki flag had stopped, and the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers behind him had also stopped.

Xu An had never believed in gods before, but when he came to this troubled world inexplicably, he began to have some awe.

Xu An stopped the advancing army, and he wanted to do divination for this battle.

The generals of the Yellow Turban Army followed Xu An, and countless pairs of scorching eyes focused on Xu An.

Xu An shook the tortoise shell in his hand, hearing the sound of the rainstorm and the sound of the people and the ground, his heart calmed down little by little, and the fear was leaving his chest little by little.

In the swaying wind and rain, more than [-] soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were like a boat in the sky.

Xu An took out the copper coin from the turtle shell and placed it in the palm of his left hand.

He carefully observed the lines of the copper coins, and everyone stared nervously at Xu An's face, trying to see a clue from his face.

Under everyone's attention, Xu An clenched his left fist, raised it high, and shouted hysterically, "This is a good fight!!!"

"Good luck!!!"

A group of generals responded to Xu An with their weapons held high.

The results of the divination spread through the entire queue like a gust of wind, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers knew the results of the divination.

So people shouted in unison.

"Good luck!!!"

"Good luck!!!"

"Good luck!!!"

The wind and rain drifted, but it did not quench the blood in the hearts of the Yellow Turbans.

"Everyone!"

Xu An rode his horse and galloped on the muddy road.

The three thousand soldiers all stared at each other.

"Please entrust your life to me!!"

"promise!!!"

The Three Thousand Yellow Turbans responded with a bang.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Xu An laughed wildly, raised the halberd in his hand and slammed it forward, the jujube red horse under his crotch let out a long neigh.

"Get out!!!"

There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky, and several lightning bolts flashed past, illuminating the entire dim earth in an instant.

"There is an order for you to go out!"

"There is an order for you to go out!"

"There is an order for you to go out!"

The military orders were passed down one level at a time, and the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers turned around in unison. They followed the khaki flag, braving the strong wind and heavy rain, surging towards the Shikuan Mountain.

……

The Han army who came in pursuit did not bring anything to keep out the rain, so when the heavy rain came, the only thing they could do was to make a bowl of hot soup to warm the cold body.

Zhang He ordered the sergeant in charge of logistics to boil most of the meat he brought into the porridge. With the efforts of the sergeants, the sergeants in the camp finally drank the warm broth.

The rainstorm still did not stop, and the Han army guarding the wall also hid under the wall, leaving only a few simple watchtowers on which several Han army bowmen with bows and crossbows observed the situation.

But in reality their attention was not beyond the camp walls at all, but on the steaming broth on the ground.

No one in the Han army had ever thought about the possibility of the Yellow Turbans attacking the camp. Those who were beaten by the Yellow Turbans had already been frightened.

What's more, in such a heavy rain, normally it is impossible to fight and march at all, and the vulnerable troops will even collapse in the heavy rain.

Zhang He drank two cups of wine in the tent to warm his icy body. He always felt a little strange and uneasy in his heart. He looked at Yan Liang and Wen Chou in the tent.

Yan Liang was drinking the broth, wondering what he was thinking, while Wen Chou was standing on the topographic map of mountains and rivers observing the terrain.

The sergeant's laughter came from outside the tent, which made Zhang He feel a little calmer. Zhang He shook his head, only thinking that he was too concerned about the yellow turban that let go outside the gate, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

……

A sergeant above the watchtower suddenly put down his hand and drank almost the broth. He stood up and looked nervously at the dimly lit ground outside.

He just heard an abnormal sound, like a human shout.

But apart from the torrential rain and the roar of thunder, there was no other change.

"Did you hear anything?"

The other two sergeants on the watchtower huddled by the wall and did not stand up.

"With such a heavy rain, you still want to go out to the camp to investigate? Don't cause the wind chill."

The sergeant who got up to check stopped for a while, but chose to sit down again.

The rain was really heavy, and the wind was blowing, and he just stood up to investigate, and half of his armor was wet with the rain.

……

Under the cover of torrential rain and strong winds, the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers had arrived at the foot of Shikui Mountain.

Shibian Mountain is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is just a relatively large hill with an altitude of less than [-] meters. This is why Zhang He chose to camp in Shibian Mountain.

Xu An could already see the low wall of the Han army camp, as well as the red flags on the wall that were hunting in the strong wind.

However, there were no soldiers guarding the walls of the Han army, and there were no sergeants even on the watchtower.

The sergeants of the Han army have all left their positions to find a place to shelter from the rain. No one thought that there would be a daring army who would brave the rainstorm to attack.

Therefore, Zhang He also lost his prudence and did not arrange for a sergeant on duty.

……

The stagnant water on the ground was stepped on by the boots of the Yellow Turbans, and the mud spots were almost covered with the body of the advancing soldiers. The splashing yellow mud dyed the clothes and armor of the Yellow Turbans into khaki.

The splashed water scattered around, forming a mist in front of the Yellow Turbans.

Xu An's halberd slammed down, and loudly ordered: "Da Jing sends orders! The whole army assaults!!!"

He rode on a jujube red horse and rode on the mud with difficulty. The torrential rain almost obscured all his sight, but he knew that they were not too far from the Han army camp.

Xu An guessed right, at this time they were only less than [-] meters away from the Han army camp.

"There is an order! The whole army assaults!!!"

"There is an order! The whole army assaults!!!"

"There is an order! The whole army assaults!!!"

The Yellow Turbans were no longer covering up their whereabouts. When the order was handed down, all the Yellow Turban sergeants shouted in unison, and the thunderous battle roar burst out from their throats, even overshadowing the sound of thunder in the sky.

A huge lightning flashed across, illuminating the dim earth as bright as day.

The Han army sentries on the watchtower saw the most terrifying thing in their life. Countless armored soldiers wrapped in yellow scarves and with fierce faces were climbing over the low wall, and behind them were endless yellow tides!

The khaki-colored torrent formed by three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers slammed on the low wall of the Han army, making a loud noise!
The Han army camp was crumbling under the slap of the khaki flood...

(End of this chapter)