The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 53 Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!
Banyun Mountain is in the center of the bandits, extending in all directions, with several mountain roads leading to all parts of Taihang Mountain.

Taking advantage of the Yellow Turban Army's attack on Diaoshan, Qing Niu Jiao ran with more than a dozen bandits all the way. In the chaos, more than [-] bandits gathered around him again.

The feather arrows on his body have been taken out. Fortunately, when he was going down the mountain, he was wearing a set of rotten iron armor. In addition, the archer shot hastily, and the arrows did not penetrate deeply into the flesh.

Qingniujiao was riding on a war horse, dozens of old bandits surrounded Qingniujiao, and a group of [-] people were running along the mountain road to the vicinity of Qingniu Mountain.

It was just that after turning the corner of the mountain road, there was no clear mountain road, but hundreds of sergeants lined up neatly, holding curved shields and wrapped yellow scarves on their heads.

Countless halberds protruded from the back of the military formation shield, like a curled hedgehog, all the sharp thorns on the body were stretched out to defend against the enemy.

Even on the right side of the army formation, there are armored soldiers in full-body iron armor holding tower shields and sharp blades.

Zhao Ji was standing in the second position on the right of the front row of the Yellow Turban Army formation, tightly clinging to their standing position. Although the curved edge shield in front of him could not cover his entire body, he still gave him a belt. A lot of security came.

Looking at the ferocious bandits turning around on the mountain road, Zhao Ji's heart couldn't help beating, especially the bandit general riding on the horse, who seemed to have two horns on his head, just like rumors in the mountains The bull monsters in the middle are average, not to mention the thieves who are shouting and making strange noises.

"Stabilize the army!"

The colonel standing in the array shouted loudly.

"Military regulations: When facing the enemy, the military formation has been set, move your feet and turn back, if the density is uneven, behead!"

The team leader of each team stood at the far right of the queue, repeating the military rules over and over again.

Wearing heavy armor and carrying a yellow flag, the captain of the Yellow Turbans stood on the far right of each, and when the soldiers looked up, they could see the flag screeching in the wind.

There was a very long shout in Zhao Ji's ears. There seemed to be a kind of magic in the words of this group of people called the Yellow Angels, and Zhao Ji's frantically beating heart gradually calmed down.

The roaring mountain wind from the mountains came, and the surging crowd also rushed towards the formation of the Yellow Turbans.

"Kill!!!"

The high-pitched killing voices of the bandits penetrated Zhao Ji's ears like demonic voices, and a chill went straight to the top of his head from the bottom of his heart, almost unable to grasp the weapons in his hands.

On weekdays, they met the enemy on the wall of the village. How could they ever face the brutal and fierce bandits in the field? The Luohu Mountain bandits who invaded the Lutai Village were nothing more than bereaved dogs. When they captured Luohu Mountain, It is only to solve dozens of scattered enemies.

Even the bandits who fell into the tiger mountain beside them were frightened. If it weren't for the yellow turban army generals who were staring at them, they would not have known where they had fled. The thieves who came.

"call out----"

A sharp chirping sounded again, and the bandits in front of the Yellow Turbans actually froze.

The sharp chirping sound made them ring the pursuers behind them.

"Tiger!"

Hearing the chirping, more than [-] Yellow Turban sergeants stepped forward and shouted in unison.

Hearing a crisp sound of "Zheng", the officers of the Yellow Turbans standing on the far right all pulled out the knives around their waists, and the sharp blades in the sunlight reflected cold rays of light.

The ferocious army of bandits ahead was only thirty paces away from them.

"call out----"

The second sharp chirping sounded, and it still clearly appeared beside Zhao Ji's ears in the midst of the roars of thieves and bandits.

"Tiger!"

Under the leadership of the colonel on the far right, everyone took another step forward and shouted loudly. The general and colonel of the Yellow Turban Army on the right raised the knives with their heads high in their hands.

Although the enemy was close at hand, the fear in Zhao Ji's heart was being dispelled little by little in the high voice of unison. He knew that his beside him was his robe, and they were shoulder to shoulder, holding swords. Standing beside and behind him.

He was not alone in facing the bandits, he still heard the voice of his brother Zhao Xu in the shouting.

The bull-like thief riding on the horse, along with countless shouting thieves, was only twenty paces away from the army formation.

A dozen fluttering feather arrows shot out from the crowd of bandits, and the feather arrows fell into the army formation. Someone in the army formation wailed, and the neat army formation also began to have some confusion.

"call out----"

A third sharp chirping sounded.

"Tiger!"

Zhao Ji followed Pao Ze next to him and shouted hoarsely.

In front of him, the sinister and twisted faces of the bandits were clearly audible in Zhao Ji's eyes.

The [-] people in the army chanted hysterically in unison, overwhelming the shouting and killing in front of them.

The yellow turban generals and colonels carrying the yellow flag on the right side slammed their swords forward.

"call out--------"

With three loud shouts, a long shriek sounded again in the military formation, and the piercing shriek almost pierced everyone's eardrums.

Zhao Ji spread his legs and strode forward with a shield and halberd. The two hundred yellow turban sergeants all stepped forward. The sound of footsteps filled his ears, completely suppressing the shouting and killing of the bandits.

"Good luck to the world!"

The yellow turban generals and colonels beside him shouted in unison.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Pao Ze next to him shouted loudly and moved forward side by side.

"kill!!!"

The bandits in front of them all screamed and shouted, rushing up.

The distance of just over ten steps is fleeting, and the two sides face each other!

"Puff puff!"

The sound of the halberd cutting into the flesh and the sword cutting into the bone sounded again and again.

The sergeants of the Yellow Turbans stabbed the halberd from the formation into the bodies of the attacking bandits, and the halberd held by Zhao Ji's right hand stabbed an old bandit in the neck.

A bandit with a short axe next to the old bandit screamed, and his body fell over the long halberd in Paoze beside Zhao Ji, and the short axe smashed directly at Zhao Ji's face.

Zhao Ji quickly raised the curved edge shield in his left hand, and the halberd in his right hand had no time to retract.

However, the expected heavy blow did not appear. Through the gap in the curved shield, Zhao Ji could clearly see that a long halberd stretched out behind him, and the tip of the halberd pierced directly into the thief's chest.

For the bandits who have only a little leather armor for defense, every stab of the sharp Han army halberd is a life. When the halberd is retracted, the outstretched halberd blade will give those thieves who are lucky enough to rush through the halberd forest. The bandits were hit again.

The bandits did not have many long weapons at all, most of them were short soldiers, let alone the halberds of the Han army held by the Yellow Turbans. Knives to all kinds of strange weapons.

(End of this chapter)