The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 321 Bloody Battle Shuofang
The pole trolley was raised, and Xu An was wearing a khaki shirt, standing against the wind on the pole trolley.

Under the big khaki flag, there are thousands of heavily armed yellow angels.

The large formation has been completely constructed, and more than [-] Yellow Turban soldiers rely on chariots to form a huge circular formation.

There are countless small army formations distributed between the formations, and the cavalry of the Xiaoqi Battalion and the White Robe Army have also entered the formation.

In the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, on the frame of the carriage, the tall yellow sky war drum was thumped violently by the yellow turban fighters who were naked from the upper body, and the low and desolate sound of the horn echoed in the army formation.

But overshadowing all these, the only sound resounding in all directions is not the sound of drums, but the voice of people, but the sound of cheers like thunder.

That came from the throats of more than [-] Yellow Turban soldiers, with passionate and exciting cheers: "Happy world!"

On one side, the banners with the words "Good luck in the world" are rooted on the grass like a forest.

Countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army raised their arms high, cheering towards their leader and their great virtuous teacher.

Hundreds of years ago, the cavalry of the Han army chased the Xiongnu in the north, swept the caves in Liting, swept across the grasslands, cut stones in Yanran, sealed the wolf and lived in Xushan, meditated in Guyan, and climbed the vast sea.

The threat from the north was eliminated, and the Han army used their swords to take arable land for the people behind them.

They exchanged blood for their comrades in exchange for living space and better development in the future. They built the Great Wall and established a barrier sufficient to protect the important places in Gyeonggi.

But hundreds of years later, the vicissitudes of life have changed, the dynasties in the Central Plains have risen and fallen, and changes have also taken place on the northern grasslands.

A new generation replaced the old, and countless tribes sprung up on the ruins of the Huns like mushrooms after a rain.

Just when the Central Plains began to fall into chaos, the tribes in the northern grasslands were accumulating their own strength.

Nowadays.

The Huns are no longer the co-lords of the northern grasslands who occupied thousands of miles during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

And the opponent of the Xiongnu is no longer what Ban Biao said, "the Han has prestige, and he leads all nations, and the sun and the moon shine on them, and they are all ministers and concubines." The extremely powerful man.

But whether it is the Yellow Turban Army or the Huns, they are still fighting for their own nation, for the tribe behind them, and for the living space as before.

The hour of the hour (13:15).

With the sound of the low-pitched horn, the Huns' cavalry formed two ten thousand cavalry.

A low rumble shook the earth.

The earth, groaning under the hooves of the horses.

Tens of thousands of Xiongnu cavalry gathered into a boundless black wave. They had cold faces, roared hoarsely, and swept towards the Yellow Turban army formation in front of them without hesitation.

Facing the Hun cavalry that swept in like a tide, Wang Qi didn't have too much panic on his face.

Wang Qi tilted his head and looked to the left and right. The one who was leaning against his shoulders and tightly clung to each other was Ze Ze, who was also wearing a yellow scarf around his head.

Ahead, the black banner fluttered recklessly in the wind. Under the banner, there were countless Xiongnu cavalry without hoods and fur armor.

The leaders of the various tribes of the Huns, at this moment, no one is still thinking about preserving their strength, or thinking about other trivial matters.

There is only one thing in their minds - and that is to defeat the enemy in front of them!
A rain of arrows as dense as locusts flew out of the Huns' cavalry formation.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army held tall tower shields, leaned on their chariots, and lowered their heads to defend against arrows.

But the arrow rain wave after wave didn't seem to have the slightest intention of severing it.

A large number of arrows rained down. Even though they were protected by vehicles and shields, many yellow turban soldiers fell to the ground due to strokes.

"Ugh——"

The horn sounded again.

Xu An's face changed slightly, his eyes turned forward, and his heart sank instantly.

Just for the first wave of attack, the Xiongnu had already invested in shock cavalry, which completely exceeded Xu An's expectations.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and the intensity of the Xiongnu's desperate counterattack is far higher than what he and Yan Zhong had imagined before.

"kill!!!"

A Hun commander shouted loudly in the Hun language, instead of retreating to the back of the cavalry formation, he charged at the forefront.

A large number of Huns cavalry followed him closely. They had raised their horse speed to the highest level, and launched an attack on the Yellow Turban Army formation that was waiting in full force.

They have put life and death aside.

And what greeted them were countless long spears with a cold glow, as well as thick chariots.

"Ugh——"

More horns sounded, and the battle almost reached a fever pitch as soon as it started.

The tall Huangtian battle drum stood on the frame of the army formation. The warriors of the Yellow Turban Army were sweating profusely.

A high-pitched sharp wooden whistle sounded over the various military formations, and groups of Yellow Turbans moved quickly.

The horseshoes of the Xiongnu cavalry smashed the battle formations of the Yellow Turbans one by one, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the Yellow Turbans coming in like a tide, and the black tide and the yellow tide collided fiercely.

Countless soldiers are falling every minute and every second.

In the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, the flags were flying and the drums and trumpets kept going. Under the command of Xu An, the huge army formation was like arms and fingers.

The general will have the heart of fighting for death, and the scholar will not be greedy for life.

This is a battle that determines the fate of the Huns, so why not a battle that determines the fate of the Yellow Turban Army?
All the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army knew exactly what this battle represented.

Fu Zhu in the army said that only by defeating the Xiongnu can we get a sufficiently stable rear, make Bingzhou stable, completely relieve worries about the future, and fight against the Han Empire with all our strength.

They have always believed that their great virtuous teacher will definitely lead them to establish the world of Huangtian!

The feathered arrows of the Yellow Turban Army counterattacked, and the Xiongnu attacked the cavalry formation, and knights kept falling from the galloping horses.

However, the charge of the Huns cavalry did not stop for half a point because of any injured knight who fell to the ground.

The Hun knights who fell under the horses were quickly submerged in the cavalry. They didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl before they were turned into bloody flesh under countless horseshoes.

In a blink of an eye, the shock cavalry of the Huns had slapped fiercely towards the tight formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

A ladle of cold water was poured into the tumbling hot oil, and the violent impact could not even be completely resisted by the blocking frame.

When the horses galloped, and the swords and guns exchanged, the autumn wind outside the Great Wall, the rising dust, and the blood mist all stirred up.

The black tide formed by the Huns cavalry swarmed in from the gaps.

Even though there were heavy casualties, none of the cavalry of the Huns retreated.

The Qianlong of the Xiongnu who took the lead in the charge at the beginning has fallen.

After he beheaded two soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, his horse's legs were cut off by the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who came later.

Blood gushed from his throat, and the strength slowly disappeared from him.

Two halberds have penetrated his chest cavity.

However, more cavalry of the Huns poured into the formation of the Yellow Turban Army from the gap opened by the Huns Qianzhang with his life.

The flags are flying, the trumpets and drums are not stopped, the whistle is constantly sounding, and the sound of killing is endless.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the two armies fought hand-to-hand on the grasslands of Shuofang County.

The crowd was rolling, and tens of thousands of troops from both sides were completely thrown into this life-threatening fight.

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