Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

This guy is crazy!

A brief thought flashed through Bian Xiang's mind. The horse's hooves stirred up the mud, and the figure holding the mountain-splitting axe met the charging foreign general head-on. He raised his hand and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice: "That birdman! His eyes are red, his face is purple and his hair is yellow. I'm afraid he has been bewitched by the foreigners. Let's find a witch to perform a ritual to exorcise the ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alichi's face, who was rushing over, became even more ferocious. The figure wearing a horned helmet enlarged in his sight. He rushed towards him, and when he saw the axe raised on the opposite side, his eyes suddenly widened and his spear stretched out.

bump--

Clang——

Sparks jumped out between the mounts, and the stars were clearly visible in the setting light. The axe and the iron spear clashed several times, and there was a harsh metallic sound. The two men who were confronting each other both swayed, and the two horses under them retreated with their four hooves.

In the chaotic crowd, a soldier looked over here, then shouted and moved closer. The fighting became more intense in this area, and soldiers of the Liao army kept trying to get closer.

More people turned their attention to another figure riding on a warhorse.

Me Gong, with his hands cracked at the base, blood flowing down the palms and backs of his hands, looked at the two people fighting and wanted to help Bian Xiang, but his arms were sore and he couldn't join the battle. Looking at the figure approaching, he had to cheer up and said, "Get out of the way!" He swung his sword to chop the man down and protect himself first.

More reinforcements rushed over from the direction where Bian Xiang came from. The divine arm bow whistled in the distance, and the Khitan knights riding on their war horses screamed and fell off their horses.

"Xiang Wen, the Qi bandits' reinforcements are coming!"

A personal soldier shouted loudly, his eyes moving constantly. The sword and shield soldiers and spearmen in the rear formed a formation and were approaching in neat steps.

Alichi kept shouting as if he was deaf to Bian Xiang's shouts, and the spear in his hand just moved back and forth between Bian Xiang's chest and throat.

The burly figure over there just swung the axe calmly, and the clanging metallic sound kept exploding between the two of them.

"Xiang Wen! What should we do if reinforcements arrive?"

"Xiang Wen——"

More Liao soldiers shouted. Aliqi glared at Bian Xiang fiercely, "Shut up!" With a roar, he exerted his strength in both arms and forced the axe away with a spear. He looked at Bian Xiang unwillingly, and while the opponent turned his axe to protect himself, he pushed the horse's head and shouted, "I know! Cavalry retreat, go--"

The silver-white warhorse turned and charged out with hatred, causing another group of people and horses to fall to the ground.

……

The sound of fighting shattered the clouds.

On the jagged front line, screams and shouts stretched out into the distance, and figures were fighting each other. A white dot was not very conspicuous on the battlefield of more than 10,000 people, but it was not difficult to find it by looking at the fluttering military flag behind it.

At this time, under the banner with the Chinese character Lü, the fiery red warhorse circled around, its tail swinging non-stop. Lü Bu looked at the battle in the distance and raised his eyebrows: "Who is that Liao general over there? He actually charged into the battle."

Zhang Lin was standing behind him. Hearing this, he concentrated and watched for a while, then frowned slightly. "It looks like the name is Sara. I'm not very familiar with the Xijing Road soldiers and horses..."

"It's Aliqi." Xi Sheng continued, "He is a fierce general under Wu Yanguang. He led the cavalry to charge the battle formation in previous battles and was successful many times. If it weren't for the fierce generals in our army, I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss."

"It seems that the Liao people still have some decent generals." Lu Bu reached out to comfort Red Hare and asked, "Any news from Miyun?"

"The Liao army has left the city." Qiao Lie rode up from behind and said softly, "No news has come in yet. I think they will be here soon."

Lu Bu pondered for a moment and nodded: "It is more likely that he is looking for a chance to fight. You said that Ji Anbang is brave and good at fighting, and he is also flexible, so he will definitely not rush in recklessly."

The voice paused, raised his hand, and said solemnly: "Beat the drums, and tell the front formation to intensify the attack and move forward. The Lu Zhishen troops in the center army will move closer to the right wing, and the left and right wings will move closer to the center battlefield."

The war drums signaling the attack resounded in the sky, and the drumbeats spread with the vibrations, extending to the front and sides of the army formation.

On the front line of the battle, shrill screams and roars of fighting shattered the sky. Arrows and crossbow arrows crisscrossed in the air like raindrops, accelerated in the sky, and fell with a rotating force. The fighting figures fell down with a little blood.

Lu Bu simply glanced at Alichi who was beginning to retreat, and then focused his attention back on the battlefield ahead. From time to time, he issued orders to the generals in front. As the cavalry galloped, loud shouts were issued in the reserve team. One team after another checked the supplies and ran to the back of the battlefield.

The spring breeze passed by with a bloody smell, the flying flags made a rustling sound in the hands of the knights in the back, and the drumbeats of the central army in front caused a slight agitation in the soldiers waiting behind.

The cloak fluttered in the wind. Yang Zaixing pulled out a part of the protective sword at his waist, and then put it back into the scabbard with a "click". The majestic warhorse under him moved its hooves from time to time, making sounds from its mouth and nose.

"Why is Zaixing so anxious?" Ma Ling saw that his junior fellow apprentice was a little restless, and said with a smile: "The war is not over yet, just calm down and wait."

"I'm afraid the Liao army in front of us can't hold out. When that happens, the people in front of us will eat meat, but we won't even be able to drink a mouthful of hot soup." On horseback, Yang Zaixing turned his head and looked at Ma Ling, frowning: "The Liao army only has this little wealth. If we can't fight this time, we don't know when we can make a contribution next time."

Ma Ling laughed in silence, but before he could speak, a cavalryman shouted "Report" and ran over with a long tone. He approached and clasped his fists, "General, Liao troops appeared in the rear, and judging from the flags, they are troops from Miyun City."

Yang Zaixing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt the restlessness in his heart suddenly recede. He quickly grabbed the iron spear and said, "Hurry up and inform your majesty that the Liao army has appeared in Miyun."

While receiving the order, the cavalry raised his voice: "All troops, prepare and follow me to repel the enemy!"

All around, soldiers with ox-horns blew the melody of marching to war. The five bored Northern Army battalions were stunned at first when they heard the sound of the horns, and then they were all overjoyed.

The cavalrymen of Yelu Mawu, Guan Sheng and Wanyan Huonu whipped their horses and trampled the dust on the ground with their horses' hooves, and galloped away with a roar, following Yang Zaixing who had issued the military order from the front.

Han Chang and Shangguan Yi also immediately prepared their troops and joined Ma Ling. More than 3,000 infantrymen who were left behind hurriedly rushed towards the cavalry in the front.

The dense movement of troops attracted the attention of the central army. Lu Bu looked at the cavalry running over, pointed with his finger and smiled: "These must be the troops from Miyun. Zaixing has already sent out troops."

Wang Zheng, Zhang Lin, Qiao Lie, Li Zhu and others beside him also showed relaxed smiles on their faces: "Now the last part of the Liao army has taken the initiative to come out, and there will be no more reinforcements over there."

A smile appeared on Lu Bu's face: "Send the order to the front, attack with all your strength."

Boom, boom——

thump—

……

The sound of war drums came from afar. Yang Zaixing looked back on his horse, then let out a hearty laugh. He tapped the horse's belly with his heel, and the horse galloped away. The scenery on both sides quickly fell backwards from his sight.

In the distance, the figures of cavalry appeared in the dust, and the Khitan flag with the word "Ji" was fluttering.

Looking from the sky, the cavalry on both sides kicked up a cloud of yellow earth. The knights behind them, who were already on edge, looked at the enemy in front of them, "Bows and arrows ready--" "Hold the horses!" The officers shouted.

Amid the rising and falling figures, Ji Anbang also looked at the charging cavalry. He gritted his teeth, raised his thick spear and pointed it forward: "Charge, otherwise today will be urgent!" The charging figures on both sides were approaching, and the dense formations slowly dispersed in the advance almost at the same time. The galloping cavalry had already hung their spears and iron guns on the sides of their horses and took out their longbows. With a roar of "Shoot——", slender arrows flew into the sky. Several war horses fell to the ground with a bang, and were trampled over by the iron cavalry behind them. Their screams were drowned in the roar.

Large pieces of mud flew up under the horses' hooves. The distance between the two armies gradually closed. Roars of "Kill" came from the mouths of the knights on both sides, and the strong bows in their hands were replaced with iron spears again.

Long weapons were raised on horseback. The cavalrymen surging over from both sides took a deep breath, the muscles on their faces stiffened. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and some people opened their mouths wide, feeling suffocated.

"Ahhhh-"

The roar of horse hooves covered all other sounds, and the next moment, the roar of huge waves hitting rocks exploded.

Hard iron spears and long lances stabbed at each other on horseback. Occasionally, the weapons collided with each other, making a series of collision sounds, sparks and flying wood chips. More often, there were the sounds of spears piercing into human bodies and the screams of the dying.

War horses charging at high speed collided with each other, the horses screamed and fell to the ground, and people screamed as spears pierced their bodies from nowhere, and blood splattered on their faces and armor.

Someone's spear broke, and he drew out his iron sword and continued to charge forward. Sparks flashed on his iron armor from time to time, and white marks were left on it.

Lu Fang, wielding a Fang Tian Hua Ji, rushed into the Liao army's formation and stabbed the enemy soldier with the halberd. The gushing blood splashed on his moon-like face. His face suddenly turned red. He looked at the general in iron armor with a protruding belly in front of him and rushed up with a roar.

Ru Tingqi was charging in the formation with an iron spear in hand. Looking at Lu Fang who was rushing towards him, he stabbed him with his spear without blinking. The young man who raised his painted halberd just blocked it.

when--

The two armies clashed, and Lu Fang was shaken on his horse. Before he could adjust his posture, Ru Tingqi swung his iron spear again.

To suffer...

When Lu Fangzheng had no support from anywhere, he could only watch the spear coming towards his head.

call--

A round object flew past Lu Fang's ear. Before the general, who called himself Little Wenhou, could see clearly what it was, he saw Ru Tingqi in front of him move his hand and raise the butt of his gun to block it.

bang——

A dull impact sound was heard, and the mute meteor hammer hit the tail of the gun and flew out.

A knight on a warhorse ran past Lu Fang and slashed fiercely with his sword. Ru Tingqi on the horse screamed "Ah?" and the blade cut across his neck. His head flew up in surprise. The blood could not be suppressed by the head and "puff" spurted from the broken neck into the air.

"Fake Wenhou, be careful on the battlefield." A rough voice came out of Shi Bao's mouth. The man from the southeast spurred his horse forward, leaned sideways and looked down, picked up the head that had not yet fallen to the ground, laughed again, and continued to charge forward.

The blood on his face made Lu Fang curl his lips. He let out a "humph" and continued to ride and fight. Only a faint "thank you" was drowned out by the sound of hooves.

The sounds of fighting rose to the sky, and more cavalrymen passed by each other. The sounds of shouting, horse neighing, and metal clashing gathered together, like boiling water in a pot, boiling under the sky.

Ji Anbang, who was in the formation, saw the Qi cavalry rushing towards him, and quickly raised his spear to knock the man off his horse. With a gloomy face, he kept issuing orders, trying to adjust the team.

When the cavalry in front collided, he already knew that the cavalry under his command was inferior to the enemy, otherwise how could the cavalry break through the formation and kill him in the middle of the position.

However, Wu Yanguang was being attacked at this moment, and he needed his assistance in the attack. If he retreated at this point, he was afraid that both of them would be defeated one by one. He looked towards the opposite military flag and saw the big flag with the word "Yang" in the front, and his eyes narrowed.

“Follow me!” Ji Anbang stabbed a cavalryman in the chest with his gun and roared as he flew away: “We are the ones who have received the emperor’s grace and should repay him with our death. Don’t hesitate, kill—”

"kill--"

When the cavalrymen around heard the voice of their commander, they immediately became bolder and followed him forward, roaring.

Ji Anbang took the lead, leading hundreds of elite cavalrymen around him to charge through several circles of fighting. The armor on his body was soon stained with the blood of the enemies. The cavalrymen charging from the rear started fighting. Some fell off their horses and died, and some were entangled.

Ji Anbang in front ignored all of this and stared at the figures under the general's flag. The young general in white robe and silver armor had already come into his sight.

"Drink-"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Yang Zaixing stabbed and smashed with the golden tiger-head spear in his hand, killing Liao soldiers continuously. He had been in the army for a long time and his martial arts had made great progress. As his horse galloped, he would kill wherever there was an obstacle. During the charge, few enemies could be defeated with more than three spears.

In the chaos, Yang Zaixing saw a majestic figure emerging from the formation. He shot the man in front of him off his horse, turned to look at Ji Anbang who was coming to kill him, and the light in his eyes seemed to be burning.

He had never seen Ji Anbang's appearance, but his fine armor, strong figure and the general's flag following behind him all revealed his identity. The thought of the two armies fighting and killing their main general made his blood boil.

When the horses turned around, the young general shouted: "The enemy general is beside us, follow me and kill him——"

The warhorse under his crotch drew an arc, and the cavalry beside him turned with him.

Ji Anbang’s square face came into view in front of him, and the next moment, the iron spear with a golden tiger head stabbed forward.

The horses' hooves were churning, and the long spears on the opposite side, which were thicker than ordinary spears, were also firing back.

bang——

A loud bang exploded between the two horses, and the armor on their bodies was blown up in the collision. The warhorse neighed, turned and stopped in the collision, and a hot breath spewed out of its mouth.

Ji Anbang and Yang Zaixing opened their eyes wide at the same time, then put away their guns and swung them out at the same time.

bang——

Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and the war horses neighed as they approached and circled around each other. The two soldiers' spears collided intensively in the air, and a series of soul-stirring sounds were heard.

Ji Anbang was born in Nanjing and was a very strong man. The weapon he used was longer than Yang Zaixing's, and the gun barrel was also thicker, but he was not as flexible as Yang Zaixing in wielding and changing moves.

Both men were skilled in martial arts, and every move they made was like a violent storm, poking and hitting each other, with constant collisions and clashes. The cavalry on both sides avoided the battle circle of the two men at the same time, and in the midst of shouting and fighting, they would be distracted by the loud noises and take a peek from time to time.

The two men's horses kept turning and changing positions, their hooves stomping hard on the ground, bearing the huge impact force from above.

bang——

The guns collided again, and blood dripped from the tiger's mouth and dripped onto the ground. (End of this chapter)