The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 320
Under the leadership of Lu Bu and other cavalry generals, the Xiaoqi Battalion in black and Xuanjia jumped out of the army formation.

The Xiaoqi Battalion easily expelled all the Huns who roamed around the Yellow Turban Army's outskirts, clearing a place for the subsequent Yellow Turban Army to gain a foothold.

Under the banner of the big black banner, a group of Xiongnu cavalry in iron armor surrounded their plow supporter Gu Tu Shanyu - Xu Bu.

Xu Bu led the uneasy black horse, and looked coldly at the Yellow Turban Army not far away.

There was no obstacle between the camp of the Southern Huns and the Yellow Turban Army. The sound of war drums and whistles echoed along the miles-long front of the Yellow Turban Army, clearly reaching Xu Bu's ears.

Xu Bu's face darkened, he couldn't help but tightened his grip on the horse's reins.

When he was in Taiyuan County, he had also heard that sharp whistle.

It was that sharp voice, that piercing whistle, that pierced his hope of leading the Huns into the state.

Accompanied by the sound of orderly footsteps, soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army wearing armor and holding shields and halberds are continuously entering the battlefield.

After a while, the formation of the Yellow Turban Army completed the change from a column to a horizontal formation.

The strange chariots were pushed to the outermost edge of the army formation, and the Yellow Turban Army
Under the simple and orderly command of the flags and trumpets, more soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army arranged their formations.

Xu Bu's complexion also became more and more gloomy.

In a short period of time, the central army of the Yellow Turban Army has already arranged a tight military formation.

The first line of defense at the outermost edge of the military formation is an obstacle composed of chariots.

And the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army on the two wings are also ready to go.

The left army is the white-robed army of the Yellow Turban Army. There are more than [-] cavalrymen of the white-robed army. They are all dressed in white clothes, plain robes, and white cloth around their heads.

The right army is the Xiaoqi Battalion of the Yellow Turban Army. There are more than [-] cavalrymen in the Xiaoqi Battalion. They are all wearing black armor, ink clothes, and black scarves around their heads. They all fly black flags, looking like ink.

Countless earth-yellow banners of the Chinese army gathered together, and the strong wind blew by, bringing about countless hunting sounds.

Thirteen thousand infantry of the Yellow Turban Army stood in formation, all wearing yellow scarves, wearing yellow clothes, all flying yellow flags, looking like dirt.

The army array of white, yellow and black was reflected in Xu Bu's eyes.

The neat three-color army array contrasts with the emerald green grass, conveying a strong visual stimulation, reflecting an irresistible feeling in terms of momentum.

The sun shining on the armor and weapons of the Yellow Turban Army added a bit of chill to the formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the entire front stood upright and silent.

Xu Bu looked at the Yellow Turban Army in neat lines and waving banners in the distance, his complexion became completely gloomy.

He wanted to say a few words to encourage the soldiers beside him, but when he didn't know what to say, he could only remain silent.

Rao Xubu has been fighting for many years, but the Yellow Turban Army looks so powerful in front of him that it is even difficult for people to have the idea of ​​​​contesting it.

Even though there was a distance of four or five miles, the murderous aura exuded by the Yellow Turban army still rushed towards our faces.

Xu Bu knew that even he felt the tremendous pressure brought by the Yellow Turban Army, not to mention the pressure felt by ordinary soldiers under his command.

Compared with the previous battle in Taiyuan County, the Yellow Turban Army in Bingzhou gave him the feeling that it has become much stronger, and its military appearance is even more prosperous.

Xu Bu looked at the big khaki banner of the Yellow Turban Army's middle army from afar, and smiled wryly.

After all, he underestimated those Han people in the south.

I thought that taking advantage of the civil strife in the Han court, I could take the opportunity to occupy the land of Bingzhou and seek development.

It's ridiculous to think about it now.

While they were still fighting among themselves, the Yellow Turban Army in the south had secretly planned the Northern Expedition.

The dream of invading Bingzhou has been shattered. Enemies encircled the Xiongnu with nets on all sides, almost driving the Xiongnu to a dead end.

The Huns are almost at the point of no return.

Xu Bu even regretted it a little. He regretted going south to invade Xihe County, which caused the Xiongnu and the Yellow Turbans to turn against each other.

What Xu Bu wanted was not only the title of Xiongnu Shanyu, but also to reinvigorate the Xiongnu and seek space for his tribe to survive in this world.

After Tan Shihuai, the leader of Xianbei in the north, died, the alliance disintegrated, and Xianbei split into many branches that did not belong to each other.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and Xianbei's strength should not be underestimated.

The southern Huns were surrounded by powerful enemies on all sides, but the Han Empire in the south was showing weakness at this time, and because of the rebellion in various places, ordered Qiangqu Shanyu to send troops to follow.

The threat of Xianbei in the north is still there, but the Han Empire wants to conscript a large number of young and strong, which also makes many Huns feel panic.

So Xu Bu gathered all the tribes, killed Qiang Qu, and wanted to replace them.

Qiang Qu is old, and Yu Fuluo is also obedient to the Han Dynasty. The paths they want to take are completely different.

But it is a pity that Xu Bu's success in Taiyuan County was on the verge of failure, and he could not successfully ascend to the position of Shan Yu.

The internal strife seriously consumed the strength of the Huns, and also made the Southern Huns lose their vigilance against external dangers.

Xu Bu never thought that the Yellow Turban Army who had just occupied Bingzhou not long ago could move so quickly.

But it's too late to regret now, the matter has come to this point, there is only one battle.

Xu Bu withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the group of knights following him.

To his surprise, none of the knights who followed him showed fear, but only determination.

Xu Bu's mind trembled slightly, he kicked the horse's belly, and drove the horse down slowly from the mound.

The Hun knights standing on horseback on both sides were all silently looking at Xu Bu and their plow, Gu Tu Shanyu.

Xu Bu met the eyes of the knights on both sides, and slowly moved forward.

On the big black flag, there are patterns of their gods drawn, and the wind howls, and the big flag unfurls against the wind.

No one is afraid, no one fears, and no one thinks of backing down.

Everyone knows that the Xiongnu has reached a critical moment of survival, and the outcome of this battle is related to the future of the Huns. Their relatives, the old and the weak, women and children in the tribe are all in Qingyanze, right behind them.

Battles on the grasslands have always been bloody.

Genocide is not impossible.

The majestic horn sounded in the cavalry of the Huns, just like the battle of Mobei in the Han Dynasty.

Countless knights of the Huns with their left lapels raised their weapons and gathered under the black banner.

The big black banner stood in front of the Huns' cavalry formation, and Xu Bu held a horse lance, calmly watching the Yellow Turbans fighting in formation in the east.

"Warriors of the Huns!"

The strong wind was blowing, Xu Bu's face was firm, he held his horse lance obliquely, drove the horse, walked slowly before the battle, and bumped the spear of the horse against the tip of the Hun knights at the forefront.

Xu Bu shouted hoarsely.

The eyes of all the Huns cavalry were focused on Xu Bu, and on their Gu Tu Shanyu who supported the plow.

"Behind is Qingyanze, we have no way to retreat."

"Our tribe once owned a vast grassland, countless cattle and sheep, and all the treasures in the world. We used to be the co-owners of the entire grassland! We used to be the most powerful tribe in the world!"

"However, for hundreds of years, the glory of the Huns has been slowly fading, and we have also become weaker and weaker. Until today, our tribe has reached the moment of life and death."

The strong wind gradually weakened and turned into whimpers, and countless Huns were silent.

Even the war horses became quieter.

"Warriors of the Huns!"

Xu Bu took off his battle robe, revealing the black armor under the battle robe. He raised the horse in his hand high, and shouted impassionedly, almost crazily.

"Raise the swords in your hands, take up the bows and arrows in your hands!"

"The gods are still protecting the Huns, and the heavens are still taking care of us. The final victory must belong to us!"

Xu Bu looked at the well-organized formation of the Yellow Turban Army in front of him, and sadly sang an old song that was circulated among the Huns.

"Losing my Yanzhi Mountain makes my women colorless."

"Lose my Qilian Mountains, so that my animals will not survive!"

The long wind on the grassland carried Xu Bu's singing far away, and spread to the cavalry of the Huns.

"Losing my Yanzhi Mountain makes my women colorless."

"Lose my Qilian Mountains, so that my animals will not survive!"

More and more Huns followed Xu Bu and sang that ancient ballad.

(End of this chapter)