The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 790 Death Knell
"Gun formation!"

"call out------"

A sharp whistle sounded, and the soldiers in the front line of the Ming army raised their spears the moment they heard the whistle.

At this moment, the sharp soldiers of the Han army finally rushed to the front of the soldiers of the Ming army. After all, the power of the crossbow was no match for the musket.

Although the spear throwing power is excellent, it requires the thrower to run and long-term training to ensure the accuracy and power. The army formation must be thick, and the position of the spear throwing soldiers has now been occupied by the soldiers of the Ming army.

Hand-to-hand combat is the next theme. The front and rear ballistas of the Ming army have been set up again, moving closer to the left and right wings.

The Han army's middle army is in front.

Sun Jian was wearing black light armor and a scarlet battle robe, and lightly patted the neck of the yellow puma sitting under him.

His former mount was left in Kuicheng forever. He has fought in the battlefield for many years, and he has changed countless horses, but only the bearded horse is the most suitable for him.

It was the bearded horse that was seriously injured and still carried him to escape the pursuit of the Yellow Turban Army, otherwise he would have already been an undead under the Nine Netherworld.

Sun Jian raised his head and looked at the khaki flag of the Ming army not far ahead.

That was the core of the Ming army's front line——He Man's position.

As long as He Man is beheaded, the front line of the Ming army will inevitably collapse, and Xu An's position is not far from He Man...

They haven't lost yet, and they still have a chance to turn defeat into victory!

"drive."

Sun Jian gave a soft shout, kicked the horse's belly with both legs, and slowly moved forward with the ancient ingot knife upside down.

Between the horses driving, the headwind hits head-on.

Countless horseshoes sounded behind them, converging together, as loud as a river.

"Ugh——"

The desolate and deep sound of riding horns sounded, accompanied by the dull sound of thousands of horseshoes nailed on the grass trampling hard on the grass.

Numerous fiery red banners fluttered slowly in the headwind, and thousands of heavily armed Han cavalry followed Sun Jian and were slowly raising their horses.

Driven by him, the war horse put his head down and began to run in small steps, and then the cavalry team followed up step by step.

The sound of horseshoes sounded like raindrops in the ears of all the Han soldiers.

The headwind came head-on, and slowly blew Sun Jian's robe.

Sun Jian held the ancient ingot knife tightly in his hand, galloped his horse, and looked at the strict formation of the Ming army in the distance.

The banners fluttered under the influence of the headwind, and Sun Jian's heart was icy cold.

In Sun Jian's vision, the sharp soldiers of the Han army and the Danyang soldiers should at least break through the two military formations of the Ming army, so that they can get closer to the core where He Man is.

But now the attack of the sharp soldiers of the Han army and the Danyang soldiers was easily disintegrated by the Ming army.

Until now, none of the Ming army's military formations have been broken by the Han army, and the Ming army's military formations are still as tough as a rock.

But there was no turning back when he opened the bow, and now he has no way to stop.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of the Han army's war drums continued for a moment, and the Han army warriors holding drumsticks frantically beat the war drums in front of them. Everyone knew that the time to decide life and death had come.

Their master will lead the last elite to launch the final attack. This is their last chance of winning...

The sharp soldiers of the Han army in the front line have completely fallen into madness. They frantically attacked the formation of the Ming army in front, trying to break the formation of the Ming army.

Some people even jumped onto the Ming army's shield with a sword and shield in their hands.

But their fate was extremely miserable. Countless spears stabbed and smashed out from behind the shield formation of the Ming army.

Although the armor on the sharp soldiers of the Han army was strong, sometimes the spears of the Ming army could not break through their armor, but the spears that were thrown suddenly could cause blunt damage, causing their internal organs to be injured and their blood to surge.

The concept of heavy infantry was brought to the extreme by Xu An. Although the sharp soldiers of the Han army were the earliest heavy infantry, many of the current sharp soldiers of the Han army are imitating the yellow angels and trapping camps.

Xu An naturally knew the way to fight against the heavy infantry, and he also informed the army of the method and wrote it into the drill code.

"Bless the ancestors, bless our army to win this battle..."

Before Sun Jian put his left hand on his chest, he had never prayed on the battlefield. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he didn't believe in metaphysics, he only believed in the blade in his hand and the armor on his body.

But at this moment, he is willing to believe in anything, as long as it can help him win and help him improve his chances of winning by even a tiny bit.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The desolate and low-pitched sound of horns came from behind the front of the Han army.

A group of Han soldiers and Danyang soldiers who were attacking were all stagnant, and then they retreated suddenly, but even if they retreated, they still maintained a simple army formation and retreated methodically.

In the blink of an eye, there was already a vacuum of fighting on the battlefield.

The retreating Han soldiers and Danyang soldiers lined up in a relatively neat formation. The direction of his retreat was not the rear, but quickly separated towards the left and right sides.

The dull sound of horseshoes is as shocking as the muffled thunder during the rainstorm, and it is as loud as the rushing river water during the skyrocketing.

One after another, the fiery red banners of the Han army appeared before the eyes of the Ming army.

The sun is setting in the distance, and the setting sun is like blood.

Sun Jian took the lead, with the red tassel on his helmet like blood.

Sun Jian looked at the neat and orderly formation of the Ming army in front of him, and the chill in his heart intensified a bit.

The speed of the cavalry horses of the Han army has gradually increased, and they are already within the charging distance.

All the horses were speeding up, and white water vapor spewed out from the horses' nostrils. The sound of horseshoes, snorting, and the clashing and rubbing of armor filled Sun Jian's ears.

A cavalry continued to overtake his horse, guarding him in a safe position in the center of the cavalry formation.

Sun Jian tilted his head and looked to the side. In his vision, countless horse heads were moving up and down, and the manes of the horses fluttered wantonly in the headwind.

Countless red-clothed and black-armored knights held their spears flat and remained silent.

The icy chill spread endlessly across the field, and fierce killing intent broke out, sweeping away in all directions.

Amidst the tidal sound of horseshoes, thousands of silent cavalrymen of the Han army, led by Sun Jian, stepped on the broken grass and mud to crush the Ming army's formation.

A group of armored cavalry guards were on Sun Jian's left and right, and they continued to gallop forward. The cavalry formation was encircling, preparing to guard Sun Jian behind.

But just when Sun Jian's last view in front of him was about to be blocked by the guarding cavalry, a sharp sound suddenly rose into the sky.

Sun Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly saw the dancing khaki-colored banners in the formation of the Ming army.

There seemed to be some changes in the front formation of the Ming army. The pawns in the front formation of the Ming army were rapidly retreating to the left and right, just like waves splitting.

Sun Jian's heart tightened suddenly, and for a moment his thoughts seemed to return to the scene when he was in Kuicheng.

Sun Jian suddenly kicked the horse's belly, and the yellow pussy horse under the seat let out a long neigh, which increased its speed again, and directly passed the group of guards who were about to protect him behind him.

And at this moment, Sun Jian finally saw clearly the situation of the Ming army.

Sun Jian was cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his face was ashen, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were full of despair.

Even if Sun Jian was like this, many of the Han cavalry who were charging were even more unbearable. Fear appeared in their eyes, and the charge of the Han cavalry was even stagnant.

Just in front of them, the military formation of the Ming army quickly retreated to the two sides, making way for a path like waves splitting.

Two tall banners came out first, followed by countless khaki-colored banners fluttering in the wind.

The heavy horseshoes knocked on the wilderness outside Fanyang City, making a deafening roar. Thousands of horseshoes trampled on the grass, as loud as thunder.

Thousands of fully armed Ming army cavalry, both men and horses with heavy armor, appeared in front of everyone.

Whether it was a war horse or a knight on horseback, they were all completely covered by thick and cold armor.

They even wore special iron masks on their faces, and their long spears were raised horizontally, with countless cold lights shining.

The negative feathers are flying, the flags are fluttering, and the sharp chirping sounds come and go, and the singing is endless.

The ear-piercing scream pierced into Sun Jian's mind fiercely, bringing back painful memories of his past.

A similar scene once again appeared in front of Sun Jian's eyes. At the time of the Battle of Kuicheng, the cavalry of the Han army led by him went out to fight, but was overwhelmed by the heavy cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army. .

The hooves of the horses churned, and beneath them black silt and crisp grass churned.

There were splashes of mud and water everywhere, but none of these could stop the Ming army's heavy cavalry from advancing.

Ma Chao and Pang De, one on the left and the other on the right, each holding a spear, took the lead and charged forward.

More than a thousand heavy cavalry from the Ming army followed closely behind.

The strong wind howled from the ears, and the earth receded like a tide!

"call out------"

A strange whistle overwhelmed all the drums, and overwhelmed all the whistles.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a huge sound of war drums suddenly sounded from the Ming army's formation, and the warriors of the Ming army finally beat the thirty-three yellow sky war drums that had been silent for a long time.

The thick sound of Huang Tian's war drum completely overwhelmed the sound of the Han army's war drum in the next instant.

Sun Jian's pupils shrank slightly, and a smear of blood appeared in front of his eyes.

Where the blood was located, it was the polecar carrying Xu An, and that was the "blood flag" used by the command post!
And the whistle that sounded before was the long whistle of the Ming army...

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The sound of shouting and killing like a mountain roar and a tsunami suddenly sounded, and the formation of the Ming army that was originally like a tortoise shell disintegrated in an instant.

The soldiers of the Ming army holding tower shields in the front row attacked with their shields upright, and countless soldiers of the Ming army wearing yellow scarves held long spears and shouted "Wan Victory!"

"Comrades!"

A Fu Zhu wearing a yellow scarf jumped out of the crowd, holding up the weapon in his hand, and shouted angrily.

"The time to liberate the world has come, go forward!"

"go ahead!"

First, thousands of soldiers and sharp soldiers in the front line of the Ming army let out a roar that shook the sky, and then more and more soldiers of the Ming army let out their own roars. issued from the soldiers' mouths.

Outside Fanyang City, all the Ming troops stepped forward at the same time, charging forward without hesitation.

The cavalry troops on the left and right flanks of the Ming army had already picked up their horse speed and double-teamed towards the Han army.

"Long live the Ming Empire!"

The army formation of the Ming army suddenly boiled, and nearly [-] infantry of the Ming army all moved forward together.

They clenched their swords and shields tightly, raised their spears and halberds, and amidst the sound of drums and whistles, they swept towards the Han army's formation like a gust of wind and waves.

Husband war, courage also.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

The reason why Xu An let the Han army attack first was not only because the defense had a greater advantage, he was waiting for this moment.

What was waiting was the moment when the Han army failed to attack three times and the three-way drum fell.

The fighting spirit of the Ming army had already been inspired by his preaching and reached its peak, but at that time, Xu An relied on his own prestige and strict military orders to forcibly suppress it and let it accumulate in the In the hearts of the soldiers of the Ming Army.

Therefore, all the Ming soldiers have been holding their breath.

They were all waiting for the moment when Xu An ordered the attack, they had been waiting.

When the offensive whistle sounded, the shackles on all the soldiers of the Ming army were released. At this moment, the morale of all the soldiers of the Ming army completely climbed to the peak.

Fu Zhu of the Ming army charged at the front line with weapons in hand, and they had already put life and death aside.

In the Ming army, the status of Fu Zhu of Tai Ping Dao is extremely high, even higher than that of officers of the same level.

Not only because of their identities as Fu Zhu, representing the way of peace, but also because they educate the people in the army to read and write, and they are their teachers.

What's more, on the battlefield, Fu Zhu of Taiping Dao is always on the front line, and they will never be afraid to move forward.

Sun Jian's face was ashen. What happened in front of him almost made him lose all fighting spirit.

The charge of the cavalry of the Han army also slowed down involuntarily. They felt fear, they felt panic, and they all knew that they had no chance of winning...

"Wan Sheng!"

No one can think too much on the battlefield.

More than a thousand heavy cavalry of the Ming army had charged forward, and countless short soldiers flew out of the cavalry formation of the Ming army, smashing hard at the formation of the Han army.

Correspondingly, there are only sparse counterattacks in the Han army formation.

The front of the cavalry formation of the Han army was also heavy armored cavalry. Although those short soldiers did not cause fatal damage to them, they still caused them a lot of trouble.

"mighty!"

At the last moment, a group of Han soldiers mustered their last courage. They lowered their bodies, raised their spears, roared, and rushed forward frantically.

They have no second way to go, only to meet the enemy.

The icy hoofs trampled on the ground mercilessly, and the sound of the hooves was as loud as thunder.

In front of the formation of the two armies, the raging yellow tide and the red tide collided suddenly, blood waves rolled, and a fishy wind emerged.

The sound of shouting and killing, crashing, shouting, wailing, and clashing of weapons, countless sounds all intertwined in an instant.

The death knell has sounded...

(End of this chapter)