The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 594
Although Yan Xing used his bow and arrow to push back Zhang Liao who was chasing after Han Sui, but he couldn't change the distance between the boat and the shore.

"My lord, Prancing Horse!"

Yan Xing was quick to wit, and shouted loudly.

Han Sui looked at the distance between the boat and the river beach, and how the horse could jump over that distance, but the sound of hooves urging the horse behind him came again.

"drive!"

Han Sui raised his whip and lashed the horse's butt. The yellow pussy horse under his seat hissed sadly, increased his speed again, and rushed towards the boat not far away.

"咴------"

The war horse neighed sadly, and the horse's hooves stepped on the water.

Han Sui clenched his teeth, bridle and whip, and the yellow puma under the seat kicked its hooves suddenly, and leaped forward high.

At this moment, time almost stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on Han Sui, and on the war horse sitting under Han Sui.

"Oh!"

After a series of sprints and gallops, Han Sui's yellow pussy had reached its limit, and this leap exhausted all its strength.

When there was still a little distance away from the boat, Huang Puma crashed through the water and fell into the icy Weishui.

Naturally, Han Sui on Huang Puma's horse was not spared either. Han Sui's body rolled forward with inertia, and fell into the bitingly cold icy water.

He still didn't have the next heavy armor on his body, and the winter clothes on his body that were quickly invaded by cold water made his body extremely heavy, and he couldn't float at all.

Han Suiyuan opened his eyes, and there was only the cold and dark Weishui in front of him. He struggled desperately, but there was no way to stop himself from sinking.

The icy river water poured into his mouth and nose, engulfing Han Sui in endless despair, and the last glimmer of clarity in his mind was about to leave him.

"Crash--"

There was a sound of water splashing, which seemed to be coming from above, and Han Sui felt a powerful hand grab his arm suddenly.

"Wow——"

The cold and dark Weishui disappeared from Han Sui's eyes, and the almost lost Qingming also re-lighted, allowing Han Sui to slowly regain consciousness.

"Ship! Sail!"

Yan Xing's upper body was almost soaked by the water. At the last moment, Han Sui grabbed Han Sui who was about to sink into the Wei River.

He didn't care about talking to Han Sui, so he directed the boat to move loudly.

But Yan Xing didn't need to say anything about it. The densely packed Yellow Turban Army on the river beach had already made these soldiers fearful. If they weren't afraid of Yan Xing's power, they would have already fled away.

Zhang Liao was so angry that Han Sui narrowly escaped death, which was a great shame!
"Han Sui!"

Zhang Liao roared angrily, raised the long knife in his hand, and threw it towards the direction of the boat.

The long knife was unbiased and shot at Han Sui.

If there is no other action, then Han Sui, who can't move, must have no way to escape.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, and he pulled a soldier who was punting the boat to Han Sui's body.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp knife entering the body came, and the soldier was nailed to the boat by the long knife thrown by Zhang Liao. It touched Han Sui's waist and abdomen.

The soldier covered his chest with his hands, his eyes wide open, and he looked at the long knife on his waist in disbelief.

He wanted to speak, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.

He raised his head with difficulty, stared at Yan Xing in a daze, with resentment on his face.

Yan Xing didn't pay attention to the soldier's eyes at all. He held the handle of the knife with one hand, and with a sudden force from his arm, he pulled out the long knife suddenly.

The long knife was pulled out, blood gushed out from the soldier's chest, and took away the last look in the soldier's eyes.

Yan Xing wiped the blood that was spattered on his face, then raised his foot indifferently, and kicked the dead soldier's body into the icy Weishui.

Although the amount of water in the Weishui River in winter is small, the flow rate is not slow.

When a group of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army came close, and when they drew their bows and set their arrows, the boat had already carried Han Sui and drove eastward quickly.

Zhang Liao's face sank like water, staring at the boat that was getting smaller and smaller, but there was nothing he could do.

No matter how brave he is, he can't wade through the water like in the myth, he can only look at the water and sigh.

The pontoon bridge had already been smashed to pieces by the logs and was so damaged that there was no way to rebuild the pontoon bridge in a short time.

And even if the floating bridge is not broken, it is difficult to kill Han Sui.

Just on the north bank of the Wei River, there are more than [-] cavalry from Liangzhou. After a long journey and repeated fierce battles, the Bingzhou Battalion under his command is already at the end of its strength, and it is impossible to penetrate Lu Jin.

This battle took advantage of the ambush and the cooperation of the defenders of Ji County. This was the only way to win in one fell swoop. A direct confrontation would be inferior.

"Send a fast horse to send a message, but Han Sui has not been able to stay, and Han Sui has already fled north."

Zhang Liao's face sank like water, and he ordered in a cold voice.

In this battle, he was out of luck.

"Take a rest for two days. After two days, continue to go south and include Wudu County in my Taipingdao territory."

……

"The Yellow Turban Army in the west leading to Luomenju has hoarded heavy troops, and Liang Xing and Hou Xuan are probably lost in the formation..."

Yan Xing's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

The boat slowly approached the north bank on the Weishui River.

Han Sui had already regained his composure, and this time he really walked through the gate of hell.

What he experienced this time was a hundred times more terrifying than what he experienced when he was captured by the Qiang people in the past. He was extremely terrified. This time he really felt the threat of death.

After the horror, Han Sui felt anger, boundless anger.

"Xu An!"

Han Sui gritted his teeth and looked at the dense khaki flags on the south bank.

He had never hated a color so much, and he didn't want to see it again for the rest of his life.

"Yellow mud should be trampled on the soles of feet forever, and should not be a banner!"

Han Sui held onto the plank of the boat tightly, his eyes full of resentment.

"My lord, what should we do now."

Yan Xing sat beside Han Sui in a somewhat dejected manner. He was already exhausted after fighting hard.

"go back."

Han Sui's eyes were gloomy. Although he had no strength in his body and could only lean on the boat, his voice was still strong and firm.

"Go back to Jincheng."

Han Sui turned his attention to the north bank, where there were still more than [-] of his soldiers.

"Go back to Pyongyang first, burn all the supplies, and don't leave any of them to the Yellow Turban Army."

"Order the Qiang and Di tribes to gather their tribes and gather in Yuzhong City, Jincheng County, so that Longxi County can launch an attack on Wudu County. Before Ma Teng and others enter Wudu County, they will act first."

Han Sui's eyes were cold, and he said with hatred.

"Liangzhou is not his preaching place of Taiping Dao. I want to tell Xu An that Liangzhou is my territory. What he does in other places will not work in Liangzhou."

Han Sui's eyes flickered, and he was brewing a plan, but Han Sui never dreamed that his escape route to Pingxiang City had already been cut off at this time.

　Normal update tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)