The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 114 The Battle of Jinyang ([-])

The leader of the Yellow Turban Army didn't relax at all, because he smelled another dangerous breath from them.

In fact, these people were not Han soldiers, but disciples and chivalrous men of the royal family in Taiyuan, or they were sent to the army to be driven by Zhang Yi because of the favor of the royal family.

These disciples, rangers, may not understand the battle formation, but they are all proficient in martial arts, food for the king, loyalty to the king, they have been favored by the king's family all the year round, and they are fighting today, most of them have the will to die.

These disciples and rangers of the Taiyuan royal family didn't care about their own casualties at all.

"kill!"

Although these fighters do not have heavy armor, most of them are strong and have extraordinary martial arts skills.

Under the onslaught of these fearless fighters, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army was pushed back a few steps almost instantly, and gaps were opened in more and more places.

The death of the unknown doormen and rangers around him will only arouse the blood of other people, while the death of the familiar doormen and rangers will arouse the hatred of these fighters.

The retainers and rangers of the Wang family in Taiyuan fell one after another, but the sergeants in the front line of the Yellow Turban Army also fell one after another, almost fighting with their lives. It is undeniable that this method is indeed useful.

It can't go on like this anymore, Wang Ren already felt bad when looking at the army formation ahead, Wang Ren followed Xu An through repeated fights, and also experienced the battle at Chishiling.

He knew that once the army formation collapsed, all the soldiers here, including himself, would definitely not be spared. In this wilderness, they would be swallowed alive by the Han armored cavalry on the side, not even a fur left.

What's even more frightening is that if Wang Ren buried these three thousand yellow scarves, the Wang family may fall into hell in one day, and there will be no day to recover.

Wang Ren took off his top helmet, threw the top helmet on the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Could it be that only the Han army has soldiers who dare to die! Children of the Lutai royal family, follow me!!!"

Wang Ren got off his horse, raised the ring-sword in his hand high, and pressed forward suddenly. Dozens of Wang family's children behind him roared and followed Wang Ren to kill.

Wang Ren's army Sima flag moved forward again, and the tall khaki army Sima flag was inserted in the field outside Jinyang City like a needle for the sea, at the forefront of the Yellow Turban Army formation.

Every sergeant of the Yellow Turban Army in the army can see this towering flag, and let them know that their general has not abandoned them, and their general is still fighting side by side with them!
"Heaven is dead!"

The sergeant in front of him made way for Wang Ren like a wave, and Wang Ren shouted loudly.

"Huang Tian should stand!!"

Behind him, twenty disciples of the Lutai Mountain Wang family roared to the sky.

"Aged in Jiazi!!!"

Hundreds of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army around him howled in response.

"Happy world!!!!"

Then the entire Yellow Turban Army formation boiled up, and they shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The yellow turban alchemist who served as a military judge in the army sprinkled the talisman paper in his arms to the sky, drew out the sharp knife at his waist and rushed forward while shouting.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Wang Yi cut down a fighter who rushed into the formation with his sword, and more than [-] Wang family disciples came out behind him. Although their martial arts were not as good as the opponent's ranger, they were better than the armor and sharp blade, and they were equally brave and fearless.

In addition, with the addition of Wang Ren and others, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army came to the battle in person, and these panicked Yellow Turban Army regained their backbone. They followed Wang Ren's footsteps and wiped out these fighters who broke into the formation.

Although these fighters were brave, they were hard to beat with two fists and four hands after all. They fell one after another under the double strangling of spears and swords. All were driven out of the army.

The Yellow Turban Army formed into an army formation was like a curled up hedgehog. The armored cavalry of the Han Army led by Zhang Yi could not break into the formation at all, and even the archers in the Yellow Turban Army caused some casualties to the armored cavalry of the Han Army.

Although the knights have armor, they are not like the elite of the Han army. The Sanhe knights generally wear heavy armor.

"Look, sir!"

A cavalryman of the Han army pointed to the distance. Zhang Yi followed his reputation and saw a soldier and horse with a yellow flag galloping towards here. If it wasn't the Yellow Turban Army, who else could it be?
"Pity……"

Zhang Yi pulled the reins of the horse, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

"If there are five hundred more riders, these 'moth thieves' will definitely come and go!"

With the waving of Zhang Yi's flag, the sound of gongs sounded from the top of Jinyang City, and the infantry of the Han army dissipated like an ebb tide.

Almost at the same moment, the Yellow Turban Army outside the city also saw the soldiers and horses holding the yellow flag.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

All the Yellow Turban soldiers in the army cheered loudly, it was the joy that rose from the bottom of their hearts after the disaster.

Seeing the Han army retreating, although Wang Ren wanted to order a chase, the cavalry of the Han army were still on the edge, and the Yellow Turban army formation was still relatively well-organized, and these knights of the Han army had no chance to attack.

However, if he followed the infantry of the Han army, the army formation would be disorganized, and the Han army could take advantage of it. After careful consideration, Wang Ren finally chose to be safe. He could not afford to fail without an order to pursue him. the price.

The brigade of Han infantry slowly retreated into Jinyang City, and they walked into the tall Jinyang City with the dead body of Paoze and Yijia.

Zhang Yi walked in the last position of the Han army, and only after all the Han army entered the city did he slowly ride his horse into Jinyang City.

Amidst the tooth-piercing squeaks, the tall gates of Jinyang City slowly closed towards the center. Zhang Yi looked back and saw that the city was full of devastation. The periphery of the army array.

Gong Du stood under the banner, looking solemnly at the devastated battlefield, and also saw the blood-stained Army Sima banner at the front of the army formation.

Under the banner of Army Sima, the armor of Wang Ren, who was over forty years old, was soaked in blood. His right arm was cut by a fighter, and he could only hold the knife with his left hand.

As for the disciples of the Lutai Mountain Wang family who followed him to fight together, only three of them could still stand, and the rest of them had already fallen in the pool of blood on the ground, unable to get up again.

When Wang Ren saw Gong Du who was leading his troops to help, he finally let go of his forced breath. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the color in front of him slowly dissipated in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, the wound on his body made him extremely weak, his strength was dissipating from his body, he couldn't hold on any longer, amidst the exclamation of everyone, Wang Ren fell heavily to the ground .

(End of this chapter)