The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 129 Wansheng! ! !

Autumn has passed from winter to winter, and it was still autumn when the transfer order was transmitted from the valley to the surrounding Taihang Mountains, but now it is already February in the third year of Zhongping (186), and spring has entered.

"Ugh——"

The melodious and deep sound of the horn echoed in the valley, awakening countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were still sleeping in their dreams.

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

The sound of thick drums sounded in the military camps in the valley one after another, and the originally silent valley became noisy in an instant.

When the trumpet sounded, Yang Mu had already opened his eyes. He got out of the warm bed, put on the winter clothes as quickly as possible, and then began to make the bed. The other soldiers in the tent also climbed up Get up without the slightest delay.

One of the military regulations set by Xu An is: call names should not be called, the time is not met, the deadline is not met, and the teacher's law is changed.

The three-way drum stopped, and if they didn't arrive at the school grounds, they just didn't arrive on time. However, during the training camp, the first time they were late, they were punished with whipping, the second time they were late, they were punished with sticks, and the third time they were late, they were beheaded.

Although Yang Mu's military battalion was all selected elites from various armies, several sergeants were whipped, but no one was punished with sticks.

It's just that Shangguan said that in the rest of the battalions, many soldiers were beheaded.

As soon as the first drum beat stopped, Zhao Ji's shouts came from outside the tent, and everyone in the poplar tent had finished dressing.

"Don't make the team wait for too long." Wang Qi stood outside the tent and shouted loudly towards the tent: "Today's martial arts performance, hurry up!"

From all the tents in the military camp, the roars of their respective team leaders and leaders could be heard.

Following the roars of the chief officers of each team, the second battle drum had already sounded, and the soldiers walked out of their respective tents following the captains with the flags on their backs, and then gathered under the army flags led by the khaki team.

A series of narrow streams are getting bigger and bigger, slowly converging towards the school ground of the martial arts camp.

With the sound of rumbling footsteps and the sound of armor colliding, accompanied by the sound of drums and whistles, teams of yellow scarf soldiers in heavy armor stood still on the school field.

Numerous banners fluttered in the wind on the school grounds, and the khaki flags protruded from the crowd like a dense forest, with spears and halberds everywhere, and cold clothes and iron armor.

The three-way drum stopped, and the [-] soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stood still in line, but in the cold wind, the [-] soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stood upright like javelins.

Xu Huang rode on a war horse, and led dozens of horsemen to come slowly.

Looking up at the school grounds, there are crowds of people, all wearing yellow headscarves, the flags fluttering in the cold wind, and a chilling air blows towards the face.

"Ugh——"

The horn sounded again, and Xu Huang raised his head to look in the direction from which the horn sounded.

"Out of camp!"

Xu Huang whipped his horse, kicked the horse's belly with both legs, and walked out of the camp gate first.

"Out of camp!"

The military orders were passed down level by level, the flags were waved, and the chief officers of each team repeated the military orders loudly.

"Out of camp!"

"Out of camp!"

"Out of camp!"

The successive movement of the military flags of each Ququ moved the military flags of each village, followed by the small flags led by countless teams, and then the Shichangbei flags.

Two thousand six hundred soldiers followed Xu Huang and left the camp slowly.

Yang Mu followed the team's military flag and walked out of the camp gate. He was placed at the outermost edge of the queue. As usual, Yang Mu turned his head slightly to look at the surrounding environment.

But this time the purpose of entering was no longer the same cold camps as in the past. The camps were closed tightly on weekdays. At this time, teams of Yellow Turban soldiers were pouring out from the camps.

The sound of step drums and wooden whistles can be heard endlessly, and within sight, there is a mighty yellow tide.

All the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army from the ten camps in Chiwei Valley are now out of the camp and lined up in Chiwei Valley.

If there are one thousand people, the ground reaches the sky, and if there are ten thousand people, there are no boundaries. At this moment, there are more than [-] soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army gathered on the Chiwei Valley.

Looking around, there is an endless forest of spears and halberds. The swords and guns are like ears of wheat, and the spears and halberds are like hemp forests.

Countless tall military flags were erected in the valley, countless soldiers stood in formation, the mountain wind howled, and the banners sounded.

Yang Mu is in the formation, at this moment, he only feels his heart is surging, and there is an indescribable emotion.

"Rumble..."

In the distance, a huge cavalry formation swiftly passed by the camps. Thousands of horses stepped on the ground at the same time, and the sound of horseshoes was as loud as the sound of a surging river.

Standing in the army formation, Yang Mu seemed to have the illusion that the ground was shaking.
"Wan Sheng!!!"

Shouting like a mountain tsunami came from outside the camp in the distance, one wave higher than the other, superimposed together and penetrating into Yang Mu's ears.

Wang Qi seemed to have discovered something, he pointed at the cavalry that was galloping this way, and shouted excitedly: "It's the general!!!"

All the soldiers turned their heads to look in the direction of the cavalry. Sure enough, the cavalry was getting closer, and the big khaki banner became clearer and clearer.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Cheers suddenly erupted in the military camp.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army raised their halberds high and shouted frantically at Xu An.

Yang Mu looked blankly at the fanatical Pao Ze all around, a little at a loss, he turned his head to look at Zhong Hou and Tian Deer, they were also a little at a loss.

But Wang Qi and Chen Wu's faces were full of fanaticism, which was quite different from their usual appearance.

When Xu An's banner passed outside the military camp, the morale of the entire military camp also climbed to the peak, and countless military soldiers shouted "Wan Sheng" hoarsely.

The deafening sound echoed in Yang Mu's ears, causing him to involuntarily raise the halberd that was originally on his shoulders.

He stared at the rapidly moving banner outside the camp, and listened to the shouting of Paoze beside his ears. In a trance, he also seemed to hear the voices of the bell and the field deer.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Outside the soldier camp, all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army held up their halberds and responded enthusiastically to the distant banner.

The cheers of countless Yellow Turban soldiers intertwined in the sky above the valley, and lasted for a long time.

The cavalry came and went like the wind, Xu An's banner finally disappeared from everyone's sight, and the deafening cheers finally began to subside slowly.

Xu Huang looked at the direction where Xu Anyuan was going, and his heart was shaken to the extreme. It was really hard for him to imagine why a person's prestige in the army could reach such a high level.

"call out------"

The sharp sound of the wooden whistle sounded suddenly, stopping the hustle and bustle on the Chiwei Valley.

Whistles and drums also sounded in each army formation one after another, causing the flag to shake, and the knights who delivered the order galloped among the various army formations.

The sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army who stepped out of the camp gate in Chiwei Valley have also lined up for the march.

Looking down from the sky, one after another khaki-colored rivers gushed across the green grass in the valley and flowed towards the distant Linlu Valley.

(The next two chapters are mainly about awarding official positions, which are similar to the previous chapter "Going South". There are a little more words repeated in it. Book friends, you don’t need to subscribe to those two chapters, I really don’t want to use those two chapters on hydrology.)
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