The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 94 The Battle of Chishiling ([-])
Yang Feng walked out of the big tent and walked from the shady place inside the tent to the sun. The dazzling sunlight made Yang Feng, who had been in the tent for a long time, a little dizzy. His eyes hadn't adjusted to it for a while, and all he saw was a golden light.

Covering the dazzling sunlight with his hands, Yang Feng finally saw the Yellow Turbans' camp in the distance.

The blue flag that was originally planted on the Panshiling camp has disappeared, replaced by a towering khaki army flag.

On the mountain road above Panshiling, the sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army are marching forward, as if endless.

The entire Panshiling seemed to be submerged by the khaki-yellow ocean. There were banners and flags all over the mountains, and dense sergeants were walking among the mountains. Even in the valley below the Panshiling, there were already several teams of galloping rangers.

Even though they were several miles apart, Yang Feng seemed to be able to faintly hear the noise of the Yellow Turban army on the opposite side.

The central army of the Yellow Turban Army is located directly on the mountainside of Panshiling, commanding a commanding height. in it.

Yang Feng narrowed his eyes, not knowing that the sun was too dazzling, but still wanted to see more clearly.

He knew that his opponent in this battle, Xu An, was in this camp, under the khaki husk.

Xu Huang looked at Panshi Ridge in the distance, slightly shocked. Since he followed Yang Feng to rise, he has only led more than a thousand people to fight, and this is the first time he has participated in such a ten thousand-level battle.

Yang Feng lowered his arms, looked at the Yellow Turban military camp in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone go back to the camp and defend the enemy according to the original plan. You must not go out to battle without military orders."

As soon as the military order was issued, a group of generals took the order with a bang, stepped on the horse and ran to their own station.

Xu Huang also turned around and wanted to leave after answering the order, but Yang Feng stopped him at this time.

"Gong Ming."

Xu Huang stopped and turned to look at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng took a few steps forward, patted Xu Huang on the shoulder and said solemnly: "The situation in the river valley camp is still very important, you must be careful, I heard that there is an army in Xu An's army named 'Yellow Angels', all wearing heavy armor , holding a sword and a shield, and it may be placed in the sequence of assaulting the valley camp."

"Thank you sir for reminding me."

Xu Huang frowned slightly. This was a bit tricky. The sergeants in his army did not have a high rate of armor, and even leather armor was a minority.

"There are still three crossbows in the camp. You must transfer all of them to the river valley camp with my warrant. Be sure to hide them and wait for the Yellow Angels to enter the battle before using them."

After Xu Huang sang "No", he took the wooden sign from Yang Feng.

Yang Feng looked back at the hot Yellow Turban camp in the distance, and clenched his fists involuntarily. Tomorrow, the battle to decide his life and death is coming.

……

In the early morning of the Taihang Mountains, the Panshiling and Chishiling and the river valley between them were covered with thick fog.

It had been a while since the sun had cleared. The sergeants of Yang Fengjun on Chishiling started to eat breakfast. There were only two meals a day on weekdays. At this time, during the war, there was an extra breakfast, and the food was much better. Only some diced meat can be seen in the corn porridge. ,

At this time, on the watchtower on the mountainside of Chishiling, two sergeants of Yang Fengjun were nervously watching the river valley in the distance.

Such a thick fog greatly shortened the visible distance. Although Yang Fengjun's scouts have been dispatched a lot, the sergeants on the watchtower still dare not relax.

The long-lost mountain wind whistled from the north, and the sergeants on the watchtower were refreshed.

But the mountain wind also brought some strange noises.

The sergeant on the watchtower looked nervously at the archer next to him and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"Horse neighing." The archer nodded and said cautiously, "It should be our scout..."

"Look again..."

The sergeant on the watchtower was not sure, and dared not act rashly. After all, false information about military affairs was a serious crime.

The neighing of the horses in the wind became more and more eager, and vaguely, the sergeants on the watchtower could already hear it, and there was a rustling sound like a rising tide in the thick fog.

Even in the heavy fog, the black shadow of the Mercedes-Benz could already be seen.

"Ugh——"

The desolate trumpet sound came from one watchtower after another, and the two camps at the foot of the mountain also sounded the continuous sound of trumpets and drums.

The strong north wind blew in again, and the thick fog in front of Yang Fengjun was finally completely blown away. The strong north wind blew past, and the thick fog in the river valley was like a window screen being rolled up.

The huge Yellow Turban formation appeared in Yang Fengjun's field of vision.

The Yellow Turban infantry lined up in a neat formation is slowly moving forward, a long spear is carried on their shoulders, and the sharp spears form a forest of spears. general.

The flags and flags are like the sea, almost covering the sky and the sun. The yellow turban sergeants wearing yellow turbans are closely attached to each other and lined up in a neat army formation. tidy, a team led the flag, and the flags of the military waiters wandered in the queue.

One after another, the wooden whistle sounded everywhere, and the soldier Sima riding on the horse looked at the big scorpion behind him with a serious expression. They were waiting for the order of the central army.

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

Dozens of war drums were beaten by the topless Yellow Turban soldiers, and the passionate drum sound spread throughout every formation in the Yellow Turban formation.

The yellow turban knights of the brigade emerged from the army formation under the leadership of an army flag embroidered with the word "Gong", and the sound of rumbling on the ground echoed in the river valley.

Dozens of teams of Yellow Turban knights swept past the Yellow Turban formations like a gust of wind, whizzing through the river valley, dividing and encircling Yang Fengjun's scout cavalry. weak as a lamb.

It didn't take long for these brave Yellow Turban knights to expel all Yang Fengjun scouts in the valley.

"finally come……"

Yang Feng stood on the high platform on the top of the mountain, looking at the Yellow Turban army with a serious army formation at the bottom of the mountain.

"Beat the drum, meet the enemy!"

The war drums on the high platform were beaten, and the dull drum sound spread to all directions.

In the four camps, sergeants came and went. The sergeants of the brigade followed their Shangguan out of the tent. They lined up in a dense formation and stood close to the wall.

On the wall of the village, the archers of Yang Fengjun, who were hiding behind the bunker, slowly drew feather arrows from the quiver around his waist under the cries of their respective leaders, and put them on the bowstring. All the archers gathered behind them. on the flag.

As soon as the military flag moved, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison.

(End of this chapter)