The World of Yellow Sky

The cold wind was bitter, icy and bone-piercing, and the banners above the camp were fluttering.

The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood and an unpleasant smell of dilapidation.

The grass above the ground was already stained red and wet with blood, and the ground was no longer hard but soft, making it extremely difficult to even walk.

Xu An walked into the last camp of the Han army, stepping on the pool of blood with one foot and one shallow foot. Although the battlefield was cleaned briefly, there were still many corpses left.

The stickiness and instability from under his feet made Xu An's heart not as good-looking as his face.

The last time he saw such a tragic scene was in the battle of Guangzong.

At that time, the Yellow Turban Army was trapped in Guangzong, Zhang Jiao died, and everyone in the Yellow Turban was deeply saddened.

At the time of Zhang Jiao's death, the Han army approached the city. Zhang Liang commanded the Yellow Turban Army to fight out of the city. With the help of mourning soldiers, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both sides fought in Guangzong's wilderness.

At that time, the Han army was led by Huangfusong. They defeated Bocai at Changsha and defeated hundreds of thousands of yellow scarves under Bocai's command. It was the time when the morale was high. Advantage.

However, the Yellow Turban Army could only rely on blood and bravery, with no clothing, no food, and armed with wooden guns and agricultural tools to fight against them.

That fierce battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and the chief generals of the two armies even went into battle to kill the enemy in person.

On that day, corpses were strewn all over the field outside Guangzong City, and death pillows were everywhere. It took a whole day just to clean up the battlefield.

Now the same scene appeared before him again.

Xu An stepped on the pool of blood, looking around at the hellish scene in the camp.

In the end, there were [-] soldiers who followed Liu Xie into this camp, and the offensive was not smooth. The time it took to attack the last camp of the Han army, and the casualties were even compared with the previous attacks on Jiuli Mountain, The cost of breaking Pengcheng and the other dozen or so camps was even greater.

They relied on the walls of the camp to fight back desperately, just like the Yellow Turban Army who stood firm on Guangzong back then.

Liu Xie seems to have anticipated this situation. In the last camp of the Han army, the preparations of various equipment of the Han army are also the most complete and sophisticated.

The strong counterattack of the Han army made the first attack of the Ming army repulsed.

Xu An did not continue to attack, and waited until the catapult from behind entered before attacking again.

Dozens of catapults lined up, let out a roar, and smashed down the outer wall of the Han army's camp, as well as the buildings in the camp.

After shooting continuously for half an hour, Xu An ordered another attack.

But this time the attack, the resistance of the Han army has not weakened by half.

They lined up the army formation, relying on the buildings in the camp, relying on the terrain and fighting fiercely with the Ming army, trying their best to block the attack of the Ming army.

Although there were no throwing carts or trebuchets in the camp, the Han army deployed a large number of bed crossbows in the camp. The arrangement of these ballistas was completed by Guo Jia, and their ranges were staggered.

If you want to destroy any of the bed crossbows, you will be hit by other bed crossbows at the same time, and there are also mobile ballistas, imitating the ballista made by the Ming army, as a mobile fire support point, supporting Infantry defense.

It is these bed crossbows that make it impossible for the camp and yellow angels to use them at will, and in many places they can only attack with shield vehicles.

After all, even if he is wearing several layers of heavy armor, the bed crossbow can still pose a huge threat to him. Under the heavy armor, he is still a body of flesh and blood after all.

Liu Xie seemed to have long regarded this camp as his tomb and the place of his death. He anticipated this situation, so he turned this huge camp into his coffin.

The last camp of the Han army turned into a meat grinder. The soldiers of the Han and Ming armies continued to devote themselves to it, and were crushed by it again, dying in it.

Until the end, the Ming army smashed through the last line of defense of the Han army's camp with a crash car, and entered the Han army's Chinese army camp.

Liu Xie held a sharp blade and went into battle in armor. Under his leadership, the last Han army still did not surrender under the desperate situation, and all died in battle.

None of the officials who followed Liu Xieyu on the expedition surrendered, and either died in battle or killed themselves.

Guo Jia died in the formation, Huang Zhong was surrounded and killed by the trapped camp, and died in a fierce battle.

After the news of Liu Xie's death came out, except for the two armies of Habayashi and Huben who were still holding on in the camp, the rest of the Han army put down their weapons one after another.

In the final battle of Pengcheng, the Han army died more than [-] people, reaching [-]%.

The Ming army also left more than [-] corpses in the camp, many of them were yellow angels and soldiers trapped in the camp, and they undertook the most difficult task of attacking the fortifications.

Under the guard of Teng Xiangwei, Xu An walked all the way to the outside of the Chinese army's tent. This is the place where the fighting was the most tragic.

Except for a small road that was cleared, the rest of the place was filled with the corpses of dead soldiers.

Most of them are the corpses of the Han army, but there are also many corpses of the Ming army.

Outside the tents of the Chinese army, soldiers in robes and cotton masks were cleaning the battlefield, checking to see if anyone was still alive or dead.

The seriously injured and the survivors were carried on stretchers by them, regardless of whether it was the Han army or the Ming army, they were treated equally.

As for the dead, they will try their best to gather up the corpses to keep them as complete as possible.

After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the various rules and regulations of the Ming army became complete.

From the establishment of a special logistics unit, to the recording of meritorious service in the army, to various detailed classifications, medical soldiers, cooking soldiers...

With the establishment of Taipingdao Medical College, a large number of students graduated from it, joined the army and became military doctors.

These military doctors teach common military medical knowledge in the army, and select the outstanding ones as temporary medical soldiers on the battlefield.

These medical soldiers will perform temporary wound treatment on wounded soldiers during the battle, and then hand them over to other soldiers to send them off the battlefield.

It was this behavior, as well as the health regulations promulgated by Xu An, the advancement of medicine, and correct nursing measures, which made the survival rate of Ming soldiers after injuries several times higher than before.

But even so, according to today's medical conditions, many soldiers will die unwillingly in pain.

Looking at the soldiers being carried on the stretcher one after another, Xu An didn't feel the joy of victory in his heart.

He sent these soldiers to the battlefield with his own hands, letting them fight bloody battles on the battlefield, but when the wounded soldiers looked at him, there was no resentment in their eyes, and they even struggled to get up and salute him.

As long as there is war, there will inevitably be casualties.

But some wars have to be fought, and they won't end because you don't want to.

Sometimes, there is no choice but to choose the lesser evil.

Casualties are still being counted, and now it is reported that the number of dead has exceeded [-].

In the battle of Pengcheng, the Ming army won a big victory, even if it is called an epic victory, it is not an exaggeration.

There were more than [-] soldiers guarding Pengcheng with [-] soldiers, but more than [-] people were killed in battle, and the casualties were less than [-]%.

Such a battle of nearly [-] soldiers will generally last for several months or even more than half a year, or even more than several years of confrontation.

But the result was that the Ming army defeated the Han army, which had an advantage in terms of strength and even a favorable location, in less than a day.

Of course, all of this is also due to the existence of internal support, so that such a huge advantage can be achieved.

In the end, because of Liu Xie's final order, a large number of Han troops surrendered in an organized system, with little resistance, which greatly reduced the casualties of the Ming army.

Xu An's eyes stopped in front of a horse refusal outside the tent of the Chinese army. There were more corpses here than in other places, and many of them were even stacked together.

Liu Xie, who had just met him not long ago, was sitting on the pool of blood with his body leaning on the horse and his eyes slightly closed.

There were wounds on his chest and abdomen, but no blood flowed from them, his chest no longer rose and fell, and he sat quietly in front of the horse.

Beside him, a group of guards in red robes fell to the ground in disorder, and through their armors, the embroidered clothes they were wearing inside could be vaguely seen.

A tall general was lying in front of Liu Xie. The general was wearing black armor and embroidered clothes.

It seems that at the last moment of his life, he was still trying his best to protect Liu Xie.

Xu An stepped over the corpse, walked forward, squatted down, bent down and picked up the badge on the general's waist, and also learned the general's identity.

"Wang Yue..."

Xu An stared at the waist card in his hand, all the thoughts in his heart turned into a sigh.

He had heard of Wang Yue's name, and he had seen Wang Yue's name in books for a long time. When Emperors Huan and Ling were in power, Wang Yue was famous in Luoyang for his swordsmanship, and Shi A learned his swordsmanship and taught it to Cao Pi.

After Cao Pi compared his swordsmanship with Deng Zhan, then General Fenwei at Banquet, he hit his arm three times, and in the fourth match, he directly stabbed him in the face and won the duel.

When I heard Wang Yue's name later, it was because of the Eagle Wolf Guard. At that time, Wang Yue had already become the commander of the Embroidered Clothes Envoy and the chief officer of the Yulin Guard. Jin was killed by Wang Yue.

If there is no Wang Yue, I am afraid that in the palace change that day, whether Jian Shuo will win or He Jin will win is uncertain.

"Loyal ministers, treacherous ministers..."

Whether it is foolish loyalty or feudalism, these embroidered messengers stuck to their morality and died in martyrdom.

Among the soldiers who surrendered, none of them wore embroidered clothes.

The times are like this, there is no right or wrong.

Xu An put Wang Yue's badge back on Wang Yue's waist, and stood up again.

The devastation and corpses everywhere can turn all the joy of victory into ashes.

Xu An climbed up to the watchtower in the center of the camp step by step. The steps were covered with blood, and the blood was slowly dripping down the edge of the stairs.

The blood on the stairs made the stairs slippery, Xu An put most of his attention on his feet.

In the camp, corpses littered the fields, and the dead were intertwined. There were no cheers in my ears, but only the wailing of the wounded.

Everywhere you look, there are messes.

In a Han army camp in the distance, a big fire was still burning, and the flames did not stop.

"That is?"

Seeing the fire in the distance, Xu An frowned slightly, and asked subconsciously.

"After I captured the camp here, the last camp of the northern camp also caught fire..."

Jia Xu followed Xu An's gaze and replied.

"Most of the Han soldiers in the camp put down their weapons and walked out of the camp, but it seems that Xun Yu, who was in command of the northern camp, did not come out..."

Xun Yu guarded the northern camp, but Tai Shici cut off the road, so he had no way to return to help, so he could only defend the lonely village.

Jia Xu didn't finish speaking, according to what the returned soldiers said.

After seeing the ochre-yellow banner of the Ming army flying above the camp where Liu Xie was, Xun Yu ordered them to put down their weapons and surrender, instead of being buried with them. He asked everyone to leave the camp first, and he would follow them later. Get out of the camp.

But after everyone left, Xun Yu did not leave the camp.

A fire quickly ignited in the camp, and countless military tents were ignited, turning into a sea of ​​flames, making it impossible to enter.

According to the last few Han soldiers who left the camp, they saw Xun Yu walk into the sea of ​​flames, and those who walked with him were the family soldiers who had been following him all the time.

The eastern sky is getting brighter and brighter at this time.

Xinghan is dim, and the bright moon is fading away.

The sky is shining, and the east is getting brighter.

The wilderness in the distance is supporting the rising sun step by step.

The sun has been fully revealed from below the horizon, and the dark clouds covering the sky have long since dissipated.

Without the hindrance of the cloud, the dazzling golden light fell on the ground without hindrance, shining inside and outside of Pengcheng.

The warm sunlight shone on the wilderness, and also fell into the formation of the Ming army, and fell on every soldier of the Ming army.

Their bodies were covered with dust, mud, and blood, but their eyes were full of spirits, and his body was covered with golden light.

The strong wind howled, passing through the formation, and countless ocher-yellow banners were hunting and moving in the gust of wind.

At the entrance of the eye, it is like the galloping Yellow River, with high momentum.

From Taihang Mountain to Pengcheng, they climbed over high mountains and traveled thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. They were already exhausted from the wind and dust along the way.

It was a road that would have only required galloping for a few days on a fast horse, but it took them [-] years to finally reach the end.

Today, they finally won the victory, they overthrew the Han court, and together they established a country of their own.

No more starving, no more groveling.

In this country, they are "people" and they have acquired the dignity of "human beings".

But at this moment, their hearts are extremely heavy, and they don't have the joy of victory in the past.

They made it, they won, they reached the finish line.

They are standing here, standing at the finish line, but many people fell on the road, on the eve of victory...

Xu An stood on the watchtower, looking around the camp.

All the soldiers looked at the watchtower at this time, at their Daojun, at their great virtuous teacher, and at their leader.

The look appeared in their eyes again, and the expression appeared on their faces again.

Under the attention of everyone, Xu An slowly raised his arms and clenched his fists.

His voice was firm and powerful, and it spread all over the world, resounding all over the world!
"Our era has begun!"