Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Warm blood flowed on the back of his hand. Yang Zaixing gritted his teeth and held on to the thick spear opposite him.

"Drink-"

The muscles in his arm bulged and he struggled to push the spear away. The pain at the base of his thumb stimulated his brain, and Yang Zaixing's face turned red.

The Liao general opposite is indeed worthy of the title of martial arts master. His experience and strength are beyond ordinary people. Fortunately, his martial arts and strength have improved a lot. If he had met him two years earlier, he would have been defeated by now.

His eyes were filled with excitement and his blood was boiling. This next generation tiger general of the Qi army was unaware of the pain of his wound. He roared "Kill" and rushed forward with his spear.

Ji Anbang was somewhat surprised when his spear was blocked. The general on the opposite side looked very young, no more than 20 years old, and still had room to grow. However, he was already in his prime, at the peak of his life, and he only had an advantage. If the two were the same age and taught skills, they would probably not be able to defeat each other. The country was already in such a difficult situation, if this person grew up again...

Such people,
Can't stay!
The spear was swung up by a strong arm, and the spears collided and clashed again. In the midst of the violent killing, Ji Anbang suddenly fell backward on the horse's back. The golden tiger-headed iron spear that was stabbing at him suddenly changed, and whizzed past his face, bringing up a golden glow under the dim sunlight.

"what--"

With a loud shout, Ji Anbang grabbed the reins, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and his majestic figure quickly sat up, stabbing out fiercely with the iron spear hanging on one side.

when--

Light flashed from his waist, and the sword was unsheathed. Yang Zaixing used the sword as a knife and slashed. At the moment when the spear tip was deflected, the spear in his other hand was swung back at Ji Anbang's face.

Ji Anbang's pupils suddenly shrank. He hurriedly pulled the reins, turned his wrist suddenly, raised the butt of the gun, and with a "bang", he raised the swung spear.

The war horses passed each other, and even though he was experienced in fighting, he broke out in a cold sweat. If he had reacted a little slower, he would have been defeated by this young man. He really couldn't be careless at all.

On the battlefield, Ji Anbang was entangled and had no time to command his troops, but the offensive of the Qi army did not stop. Some generals led their cavalry towards the fighting generals.

Among the advancing troops, Shi Bao was in front and Lu Fang was behind. They left a bloody trail wherever they passed, and from time to time, the Liao cavalry were killed on the spot.

"Send a signal, notify the commander to come back quickly!"

"Let the infantry behind move forward quickly."

Shouts rose one after another among the cavalry. Some people took out bamboo whistles and blew them, and some generals shot flares. The sharp sounds spread far away and echoed in the twilight.

The iron spear swept towards him from the front, and Ji Anbang raised his hand to block it. Various emergency signals set up by the army made him anxious, but he couldn't capture Yang Zaixing in his haste, which made him feel inexplicably irritated.

"What are you distracted by!" Yang Zaixing became more and more courageous as the battle went on. Looking at Ji Anbang's impatient expression, he laughed loudly, and the gun in his hand nodded, stabbed his heart, and poked his shoulder, never leaving his body for a moment.

"Go away——"

Ji Anbang roared, blocked the attack with the gun in his hand, and smashed it fiercely. Relying on his strength, he forced the young general on the opposite side to retreat for a moment, then turned his horse around and was about to return for support.

"Stay!"

A strange voice sounded from the side, and the gun tip whistled from the side.

"Where did this noisy idiot come from!"

Ji Anbang's face turned red. He used the spear in his hand to block the heavy spear that was stabbing at him. With a shake of the spear, he knocked the heavy spear away and stabbed it casually.

The general on the horse quickly dodged and Yang Zaixing pulled the reins and said, "Captain Yelu, stop him."

Yelu?

Ji Anbang glanced at Yelu Ma Wu and glared at him angrily: "You are a member of the royal family, but you betrayed your country. What a shameless person!"

Yelu Ma Wu sneered and stepped forward, thrusting his spear again: "My ancestors only knew how to rebel, so you don't need to worry about it."

Ji Anbang was furious and swung his spear back at Yelu Ma Wu. Yelu Ma Wu was unable to withstand his powerful force and was forced to retreat backwards.

The Liao general on horseback was about to gallop out, but Wanyan Huonu and Guan Sheng came charging towards him from the front. The general, who had won the military examination, rode up on his warhorse, roared twice in succession, and slashed horizontally and diagonally with the iron spear in his hand.

bang——

when--

Two deafening sounds echoed in the twilight. Guan Sheng and Wanyan Huonu were unaware of the man's strength and their weapons were knocked off balance. Shocked, they were afraid that the man would shoot them again, so they quickly pulled the reins to avoid the man's path.

"Go! Turn around, turn around—"

With a loud roar, Ji Anbang did not bother to chase the two men. He quickly pulled the reins and galloped out with his horse's hooves stamped on the ground. Seeing this, the Liao army knights who had followed him to fight quickly turned around and caught up. However, only half of them were still alive at this time, which made the commander in the front feel heartbroken.

"Chase!"

The white cloak fluttered in the twilight. Yang Zaixing, who was riding a horse, shouted loudly and galloped past Guan Sheng and Wanyan Huonu.

"Follow up, keep up!"

Wanyan Huonu and Guan Sheng were secretly annoyed, and seeing this, they quickly turned around and followed. Under the dim sky, the knights in black armor spread like a surging wave, gradually engulfing the khaki figure in front of them.

Ji Anbang in front did not dare to tangle with others as he did before, but just spurred his horse to gallop, shouting loudly: "Return to the city!"

The iron hooves flew, raising dust.

Under the dusk sky, the densely packed cavalry formed two earth dragons of different sizes in front and behind, gradually approaching the following infantry. The running black-armored cavalry raised their horns in the team.

woo-

Woohoo——

A desolate and low horn sounded, and the passionate shouts of killing rose again. The black waves crashed into the earth-colored reefs, splashing blood-red waves, and then the black tide swallowed everything.

……

The rumbling sound of thunder leapt across the ground, and the huge sound of horse hooves came from the southeast.

Under the dim sky, countless horse hooves were churning, and looking from the sky, the densely packed cavalry groups formed a wave, surging one after another.

In midair, the four flags of "Du", "Yuan", "Shi" and "Wang" were almost stretched out like a flat cloth. Du Fu, Yuan Lang and Wang De urged the troops at the same time: "Hurry up, faster——"

At the urging of the knight, the warhorse breathed heavily and pranced along with its four hooves, with the roar pointing directly to the east of Miyun.

……

At the same time, the Liao army was shrinking. Wu Yanguang took a deep breath as he looked at the black infantry slowly advancing in front of him. He rode his horse with his iron-tipped steel spear held diagonally past the figures, and the sound of weapons colliding rang out in the air.

The troops from Miyun City have not arrived yet. He knows without thinking that they must have been stopped by the Qi army, but he has no reinforcements to help Ji Anbang. He has already sent out most of his troops, and only the 5,000 cavalry beside him have not moved. These are the main forces that have followed him to suppress the rebellions every time. As long as they are still there, there is still a chance in this battle.

"God bless you..." The iron-tipped steel spear made a flash, and the next moment, Wu Yanguang loudly issued an order: "Send a message to the troops in the front, reinforcements will be here soon, let them hold on."

"Send a message to Aliqi, and ask him to move closer to our army."

"Order Wu Yanyanshou to gather the cavalry and prepare to follow me to break through the enemy's formation."

Amid the high-pitched voice, thousands of arrows crisscrossed in the air ahead, and fell down in a black mass, landing on the shieldmen who were protecting their comrades in dense formation. The crackling sound seemed to have traveled across half the battlefield and reached the ears.

"Get ready..."

Wu Yanguang said this, looking at the rain of arrows that rose into the sky again, drawing long tracks under the red light of the setting sun. The sunlight shone over them, reflecting a blood-red glow.

At the same time, someone was watching the clouds of arrows fired at each other by both sides, and whispered, "It's time for the enemy's rear guard to move."

As the arrows flew into the sky, two miles away, the flags of Qi and Lu were lined up side by side. Lu Bu, wearing a golden beast-faced linked armor and a blood-red cloak, was looking at the "flying locusts".

His voice was deep, and even though it was soft, the civil and military officials around him could hear it clearly. Since the beginning of the war, this Liao army has greatly changed their impression of the Liao army.

Although they knew that the Liao Dynasty had been away from its heyday for a hundred years, and even the army was no longer as good at fighting as it was when the country was founded, and was defeated by the Jin soldiers and crushed by their own army, even though the opposing generals had been able to withstand Xi Sheng's offensive and even pushed him back to the rear camp, the civil and military officials still had a sense of superiority and thought that it was nothing special.

Until now, the fighting spirit shown by these soldiers from Xijing Road is somewhat surprising. To a certain extent, one can see in them a hint of the Khitan troops who once suppressed the Song Dynasty from the south.

"The Liao army also has respectable generals. If the entire court was not corrupt and they had a foolish emperor, I think they would not have been able to reach here so smoothly..."

Lu Bu stroked Red Hare's fiery red mane, his eyes seemed to see through the battlefield in the middle and cast on the Liao army over there. He flexed his fingers, tightened the reins, turned around and raised his hand: "His army has basically come out, and the remaining ones are the last elite. Don't wait for Du Fu and the others. Let the Liao people come over, tell the wolf cavalry to prepare, and Yao Gang's troops to put on armor, and then..."

He waved his hand downwards: "Crush them to death!"

Arrows rained down from the sky, and a low sound spread to the rear.

"Here!"

woo-

The next moment, the sound of a horn came from afar.

Lu Bu grinned: "Listen, they are coming."

On the battlefield, rain of arrows came down with whizzing sounds, splashing blood, and some arrows nailed on the shields, and the brown feather tails trembled slightly.

The sounds of fighting and shouting were boiling in the air. From time to time, officers and generals shouted orders at the top of their lungs, constantly adjusting the movements of the troops.

Teams of infantrymen were checking their weapons in the rear, ready to step forward and replace their tired comrades at any time. The fierce battle was in full swing, and these experienced soldiers knew that they would not stop suddenly for a rest, so they stretched their hands and feet to avoid being uncomfortable during the fighting.

Boom boom boom——

The galloping horses' hooves landed beside the infantry and then ran past without any intention of slowing down. Looking down from the sky, a team of cavalry galloped out from the rear of the Liao army, turning in a long arc and running through the army formation.

At the sound of the Liao army's trumpets, five thousand cavalrymen in fine armor rushed out quickly. As their horses' hooves trampled the ground, the army on the battlefield made instant adjustments, and cavalrymen in teams of several or ten horses ran to join in.

The faces of the knights on horseback were covered with thick yellow dirt, which was streaked white and black by sweat. Some of the cavalrymen threw away the quivers they were carrying, and the empty quivers were instantly crushed by the iron hooves.

"Commander-in-chief, Alichi is here!"

Amid the roar, the brave general wearing silver armor rushed into the battle formation on his silver horse. There were blood spots on his face and body, which made him look even more ferocious.

"You lead the right wing."

Wu Yanguan didn't even look, but stared straight ahead. He pointed the iron-tipped steel spear in his hand to the right and turned suddenly with the cavalry.

Alichi shouted "Yes" and moved his troops to the right.

Arrows fell with a crackling sound and pierced the ground on the left side of the warhorse, splashing blood. The unfortunate warhorse neighed and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The cavalry turned another arc to avoid the falling arrows, while drawing their bows to fight back on horseback.

Rumbling--

The horses' hooves galloped suddenly, swirling up bloody mud. The originally scattered cavalry were gathered by Wu Yan Yanshou, and their horses' hooves turned in an arc, bypassing the wide plain battlefield and joining forces with the cavalry that were galloping over. As they galloped, they integrated themselves into a team of more than 7,000 people and rushed directly towards the gap next to the Mi Xian army's formation.

In the front army formation, Shan Shiqi opened his eyes wide and muttered "bad luck...", then raised the spear in his hand: "The Liao cavalry is rushing over, the archers are turning around, let them lose some skin first!"

The ground was shaking violently, and the shapes of the cavalrymen galloping towards them could be seen clearly.

"Prepare--"

The high-pitched voice spread among the crowd.

Rows of archers holding strong bows and imitation god-arm bows directed their arrows aside.

A stone's throw away.

"shoot--"

Shan Shiqi waved his hand violently, and dense arrows flew out from the array. At the same time, arrows fell from the sky, and screams sounded one after another under the sky.

Some of the Qi soldiers fell to the ground, and some of the galloping horses overturned to the ground. Chaos sounded under the sky.

Boom boom boom——

The crowded and dense crowd was quickly left behind, and 7,000 cavalrymen rushed forward. The knights without arrows tucked their spears under their armpits and rode their horses desperately. Wu Yanguang in the back opened his mouth, took a breath, and regardless of the sand and dust in his mouth, he raised his iron-tipped steel spear and roared: "Don't pause, rush straight to the enemy emperor and kill him! End this battle! Great Liao will win!"

"Great Liao will win!"

Uniform roars came from the mouths of the charging knights.

……

Dede——

Red Hare ran forward slowly, its fiery red mane gradually fluttering, and the majestic figure on the horse raised the painted halberd: "Follow me forward——"

The silent wolf riders raised the weapons in their hands. Li Tianrun, Pang Wanchun, and Wang Yin followed suit and exhaled a breath, looking at each other.

I thought there would be no battle in the central army this time. Now, isn't it God who has opened his eyes... No, it's God who has given me a wink. If I can kill the Liao army commander on the opposite side and make a great contribution, wouldn't I be better than Shi Bao and Bai Yanshou who followed the rear army?

The warhorse accelerated, roaring and exploding. (End of this chapter)