Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Hurry over!"

Under the city wall, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the surrounding cavalry surged like a tide, their horses' hooves trampling the soil and splashing blood.

Zhubudata swung his weapon with all his might, smashing it at the Jurchen soldier holding the bone flower on the opposite side. The Jurchen soldier groaned, the bone flower slipped out of his hand, and the whole person was knocked off his horse and fell into a pool of blood.

The Jurchen soldiers who followed behind him seemed to turn a blind eye. The fall of their comrades in front of them did not make them hesitate for a moment. They swung their iron spears and iron swords, slashing and stabbing fiercely, rushing forward with brutal brutality.

He blocked left and right and stabbed the man down with his spear. This man who often boasted about his martial arts in King Zubu's palace was a little frightened.

The equipment and martial arts of the cavalrymen on the opposite side may vary, but their fearless style made him lose courage.

This fighting style was somewhat similar to what he heard from the tribesmen about the warriors of the Zubu tribe who fought against the Liao army in the early years. However, as a young and strong man of the new generation, he had only fought tribal wars with the tribes of the Northwest Route Recruiting Office. Both sides would stop fighting after reaching a certain point. How could they have fought to the death like this?
He had long been accustomed to tribal disputes, and for a while he found it difficult to adapt to a war of such intensity.

Blood kept spurting on both sides and behind him as knights of the Zubu tribe kept dying in battle. However, Zubutata in front was still immersed in the fight and did not notice the tragic scene behind him, let alone realize that someone had already set their sights on his Six Yang Leader.

"Come with me and kill the leader."

The young Wanyan Huonu was wearing heavy armor, and with the iron spear in her hand, she stabbed the soldiers of the Recruiting Office who were charging at her off their horses one by one. When she saw the general's flag behind Zubudata, she realized that this was a big fish. She pulled the reins and charged towards him with her horse's hooves, leaving a trail of smoke.

In another direction, Niu Tong, who looked old but young, cut down a soldier on the opposite side with a sword and shouted, "Uncle Du, that thief over there!"

"Kill him!"

Du Lisan responded from behind, slashing with his sword to block several fatal attacks, and then shouted: "Open the way!"

Niu Tong's dark face was covered in blood and dust. He waved his sword and pushed forward, shouting in his hoarse voice: "Everyone make way for me. Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Although this boy is not yet an adult, he has been practicing horse riding since he came to the north because of his father. He is also naturally brave and has good martial arts skills, so he was unharmed in this cavalry charge.

In the rear, a dozen or so cavalrymen from the Protectorate who had followed Du Lisha and Niu Tong out earlier also fought bravely, constantly repelling or knocking off the oncoming enemy troops.

The sound of screams echoed in everyone's ears. Zubudata blocked the incoming mace with a spear. Wanyan Huonu's young face immediately appeared in his sight. The iron spear, still covered with blood, came towards him in an instant. The spear head seemed to become three as he shook his hands, and stabbed at his throat, chest, and abdomen.

Zubudata quickly raised his spear to stab back. The spear emitted a ray of light and with a "clang" sound, it was blocked at the position that was stabbing towards his chest. The brave general of the Zubu tribe turned his hands, and the spear shaft wrapped around the iron spear and pressed it down with just one turn.

While stabbing forward, Wanyan Huonu on the other side loosened her hand and let the iron spear fall. She stretched out her hand to pull out the iron knife, fell back on her horse to avoid the iron spear, and using the horse's speed, she slashed straight at the thigh of the opponent with the blade.

"Damn..."

Zhubudata had a grim look on his face. He had never expected that the Jurchen general on the opposite side would react so quickly. He loosened his front hand holding the iron spear, pressed down with his back hand, and erected the spear. The blade slid past with a "clang", and a streak of sparks jumped out.

The running war horses passed by each other. Wanyan Huonu straightened her body, pulled the reins and turned around. Her eyes turned and the battle situation behind her came into view.

Zhubudata was still in shock and had no time to adjust himself when Niu Tong on the left had already arrived. He reached out and grabbed a throwing axe from beside the saddle and threw it at the figure on the horse over there.

The black shadow created by the rotation of the axe immediately made Zubutata's mind float upwards another three points. Without time to adjust his posture, his legs suddenly tilted to the side.

woo-

A black shadow with a whirlwind flew by, and the man from the Zubu tribe felt a heat in his ears and immediately knew that he was injured.

"kill--"

As the warhorse approached, Niu Tong roared in a rough voice and chopped the opponent's thigh with the knife in his hand.

Zhubudata felt his head filled with hot blood. Half of his body was leaning on the side of the horse, and he relied on his legs to hold himself from falling. Now the Qi army on the opposite side was coming up to chop off his legs. Although he could understand that the other side would do whatever it took to kill on the battlefield...

Law……

What a fart!
Does this man have the pride of being a warrior?

Even if he chopped off his own head, it would be more convincing than cutting off his legs.

Who taught this guy martial arts?

"Shameless!"

He cursed angrily, but had no time to stop the blade. Zubudata barely straightened the spear in his hand and stabbed it at Niu Tong's head as if to die together.

Niu Tong hadn't lived long enough, so how could he be willing to trade his life for his own? He put away his sword and tried to block the two horses. The two horses had already crossed each other, and the sword in his hand was not long enough to chop back. He turned around on his horse and threw it at the other side with all his strength: "Go to hell, young master!"

Herod——

The horse neighed miserably, and a long knife pierced into the side of the warhorse, and blood immediately flowed out of the wound.

"you……"

Zhubudata's face changed drastically. He just shouted a word when Du Lisan and a dozen Northern Frontier cavalrymen rushed up to him frantically, slashing and stabbing at him with swords and spears in their hands.

"Damn it!" Zubutata cursed angrily and forced himself to fight back with his spear, trying to find a way to survive.

However, on the one hand, there were a large number of people on the opposite side, and Du Lisha was leading veterans who were used to fighting on the battlefield; on the other hand, he had not straightened his body on the horse, which made it difficult for him to exert force, and he did not have the courage of a king.

With the cooperation of more than ten people, they were able to stop his charge.

"Good blocking!"

Wanyan Huonu, who had turned around, was overjoyed when she saw this. She rode forward, swung the iron knife in her hand, and without changing her moves, she just kept chopping and smashing. The other cavalrymen from the Northern Frontier immediately changed their offensive and took advantage of every opportunity to attack him.

Amid the sound of clanging, several wounds appeared on his body.

"Leave your life to me."

Niu Tong turned back to his warhorse holding a pair of iron maces. These were martial arts passed down from his family, so he would certainly not throw them away.

At that moment, Wanyan Huonu was slashing with a knife in front, Du Lisha and his men were holding them back from the side, and Niu Tong was coming to kill him.

Zhubudata was struggling and gradually lost strength. Sweat mixed with blood on his face flowed down, staining the armor he was wearing red. Wanyan Huonu seized the opportunity and slashed at his left arm with a knife.

Zubudata was unable to dodge and his left arm was cut with a wound so deep that the bone could be seen. His hand loosened and the spear fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Niu Tong just happened to be riding a horse and hit him hard in the chest with the iron mace in his hand.

click-

There was a heavy sound from the armor, followed by the muffled sound of broken ribs. The brave general of the Zubu tribe was thrown several feet away from his horse. Blood spurted out in an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. In the flying dust, he was stepped on in the chest by someone's horse.

"Uh……"

A brief groan came from the man's mouth, his eyes widened and he slightly raised his head, then he fell heavily to the ground, black blood mixed with internal organs gushed out of his mouth, it was obvious that he was no longer alive.

The warhorse took two steps, and Wanyan Huonu leaned down while holding the saddle, picked up the opponent's dropped spear, waved it to test the feel, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she urged the horse to shout, "Keep charging!"

Niu Tong, Du Lisha and others behind were worried about Niu Gao's safety, so they pulled the reins and rushed forward with their horses neighing.

The horns of war sounded one after another under the sky, including signals that the Qi army was advancing and pursuing, as well as information that the Liao army and the grassland tribes were retreating.

War is about military morale.

The Qi army first attacked the most dangerous west city, and then attacked the rear of the Liao army. This made all the tribes who came to the Northern Frontier Protectorate to plunder lose the desire to continue fighting. They sent their messengers to the siege troops in order to preserve more manpower.

Countless cavalrymen were running around under the city of Hedong. When Kundu, a warrior from the Ulia tribe who was in charge of attacking the northern city, received the message from the cavalrymen, he was so frightened that he quickly ordered a retreat.

On the city wall, Wang Jun stuck the sword in his hand into the ground, looked at the retreating tribal soldiers, stretched out his hand to grab the bow of the archer beside him, shot five arrows in a row, nailed the men to death on the spot, and then kicked the city wall hard.

"You want to leave now?"

He threw the bow back to the soldier, stretched out his hand to draw the horizontal sword, his face that usually looked honest and simple was covered with blood, staring with bloodshot eyes, and roaring fiercely: "The enemy has retreated, all the boys follow me to kill the enemy!"

The suppressed soldiers of the Protectorate had long been suppressed to the extreme, but at this moment, they were stimulated by the words, and their morale suddenly rose. They waved their swords and spears wildly and followed their deputy protector-general out of the city.

On the battlefield, the soldiers and herdsmen from various tribes of the Recruiting Office who did not have time to mount their horses were gradually surrounded by the counterattacking troops. Most of them put down their weapons, knelt on the ground and chose to surrender. Those who were unwilling to surrender could not outrun the four legs even on their own, and were killed on the spot by the cavalry who caught up with them.

"Those who surrender... not a single one will be spared!"

Wanyan Loushi reined in his warhorse and looked at the soldiers of the Recruiting Office with contempt in his eyes. When the Khitans were strong, these people had often acted as minions and helped them to do evil. Now that the Khitans were weak, of course they wanted to settle past scores.

Wanyan Loushi could be very broad-minded, as he surrendered to Lu Bu for the continuation of his tribe. But he could also be very narrow-minded, as he would tell anyone who had helped the Khitans bully the tribe not to escape. Even if they had just taken a piece of wool, he would chop off their hands.

On the battlefield west of the city, the cavalrymen who received the order started running, driving the surrendered soldiers to dig pits on the side, shouting to bury the dead, which made the uneasy captives feel a little relieved.

Niu Gao rode over on his black horse, his armor was mottled with dried blood and fresh blood. He looked like he had just fought a bloody battle. He saluted on his horse and said, "Thank you, General Wanyan, for your help this time."

"No way." Wanyan Loushi smiled and returned the greeting: "Protector Niu, don't blame us for coming late." He paused and continued: "In order to make these cavalry withdraw from the Protectorate, we have agreed with General Du and others to take action together."

"When marching and fighting, the goal is naturally to defeat the enemy." Niu Gao naturally understood what he meant. He wiped the blood off his face and looked at the prisoners who were taken away: "General, how are you going to deal with these prisoners?"

"Of course..." Wanyan Loushi immediately stretched out his hand and looked at Niu Gao's face.

"Then why not take them in first?" Niu Gao's eyes were filled with coldness: "First, take off their clothes and armor. At least it can be used as military supplies."

"Hahaha, General Niu's words are very much to my liking." Wanyan Loushi clapped his hands and laughed, then asked the cavalry beside him to pass on the order and do it.

As he was speaking, two voices came from the other side: "Dad (Father Marshal)."

Wanyan Loushi and Niu Gao were stunned. They turned around and saw Wanyan Huonu and Niu Tong riding their horses towards them and stopping beside their fathers.

Niu Tong looked Niu Gao up and down and said, "Dad, are you okay?"

"Hiss..." The corners of his mouth slightly opened, Niu Gao frowned, raised his strong arm, and smashed it on his son's helmet with a "bang": "You bastard, are you hoping for my death or what?"

Niu Tong's head tilted after being hit. "No, I was just asking, I didn't mean that."

"Hehe, you can't talk." Wanyan Huo Nu looked at Niu Tong over there with a smile, and then turned to her father: "Father, you didn't..."

"Shut up!" Wanyan Loushi interrupted him, glared at his son, and then frowned: "Why did you turn around? Who went to the north of the city?"

Wanyan Huonu scratched her cheek and said, "Uncle Nianhan and Wuzhu led their troops to attack us. I was afraid that there were too few people here, so I led my troops back."

Wanyan Loushi nodded: "That's good," then frowned and muttered to himself: "...Wuzhu has also passed away."

"......Hmm." Wanyan Huonu also had an unexpected look on her face.

Niu Gao ignored them and first asked about his son's return to the south for help. Then he looked into the distance and said, "I wonder how is Commander Du doing?"

"Don't worry." Wanyan Loushi listened to his words and said with a smile: "General Du is well-intentioned, and he will be fine. Besides..."

The smile turned into sarcasm: "Those Khitan dogs are old. Not only are their claws and teeth no longer sharp, but their sense of smell has also become dull."

The smoke and blood of the battlefield filled the air. Strong figures were running or walking on the battlefield littered with corpses.

The figure pursuing the enemy gradually slowed down his horse, stared at the receding back for a while, and finally shouted, reined in his horse, and returned to the city of the Protectorate.

Soon, he gathered with Wanyan Loushi, Niu Gao and others and went into the city to rest.

The crisis of the Northern Frontier Protectorate was temporarily resolved, and the city walls began to be repaired. Although the Liao army retreated, it still had about 40,000 cavalry.

The number of cavalrymen coming to support was only 15,000. Even though Du Fu and others were confident that they could win if they caught up with the enemy now, they still felt sorry for the army they had worked so hard to lead.

At the moment the five of them discussed and decided to continue repairing the city walls and increasing defenses, while at the same time sending out a large number of cavalry to search for the enemy outside.

When the emperor comes, it will be time to settle the accounts. (End of this chapter)