Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The garrison commander in the south of the city is named Yaoer Weikang. He is not a general of Ji Anbang's new army, but he is the garrison commander of Danzhou. He is also a brave man. Now that the war has just started, he has not yet stepped forward to fight.

He was quietly looking at the Qi army under the city in front of him, thinking about how to arrange the reserve troops to move forward. Suddenly, he saw seven or eight soldiers flying out like rags out of the corner of his eye.

A thick Zen stick swept horizontally and smashed vertically, and the fat general in black armor was laughing. Soldiers of the Qi army followed from behind and formed a small formation with the help of the fierce general in front, trying to expand the range on the city wall.

"Guards, follow me!"

Yaoer Weikang reached out and picked up two bone spears, shouting as he walked: "Tell the archers to move over, if there is a chance, stop these Qi bandits who are attacking us!"

The armored guards beside him followed, four in front holding shields, six in the middle holding crossbows, and ten holding spears following behind, striding towards that direction.

"General, the enemy is over there!"

A soldier of the Qi army pointed and shouted at the figure of the personal guard coming towards the north.

Lu Zhishen turned his head suddenly, and in the gaps between the layers of personal guards, Yaoer Weikang met a pair of big copper bell eyes. His eyebrows raised immediately, and his two bone fists collided with each other, "bang", and sparks flew.

"Come on, follow me!"

Lu Zhishen knocked the rushing Yu Hou away with his Zen stick, and then led the infantrymen behind him to kill the Liao general who was coming over there.

He kept striking left and right with the Zen stick in his hand, and forcibly cut a path through.

"Damn it! Kill him now!"

Yao'er Weikang roared, and the shield-bearing soldiers in front of him suddenly accelerated, and several Qi army infantrymen in front of Lu Zhishen accelerated and rushed forward at the same time.

When the distance between the two sides was close, the personal guard holding the shield suddenly moved away, and the personal guard holding the crossbow in the back pulled the trigger of the hanging knife, and several black shadows flew over. The soldiers screamed and fell backwards.

"How dare you, you filthy bastard!"

As he walked quickly, Lu Zhishen swung his Zen staff and hit the iron-clad wooden shield with fierce force.

bang——

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the figure behind was blown away. The guards who shot the crossbow arrows had already retreated, and in a moment, a spear with a cold light poked over.

The monk suddenly yelled "Hey!" and pulled his arms back with all his strength.

The Zen staff swept back with a whistling sound, and several spear barrels broke. One of the guards lost his grip and the spear flew out of the wall, and it was unknown whether it hit anyone.

"Here's the thing!" Yaoer Weikang naturally would not miss such an opportunity. He exerted force on his feet, rushed forward, and smashed the bone in his hand with a force of a thousand pounds.

Lu Zhishen was unable to retract the force in his hands in time, so he had to use the stick to block twice. The huge force transmitted to him made him unable to help but take a step back.

"Go, protect General Lu!"

"Drive the Qi thieves out of the city!"

All around, soldiers from both sides roared and rushed forward with weapons in hand, instantly engaging in a bloody battle. Yaoer Weikang was even more ruthless, swinging the two bone balls in his hands forward and backward, and as he turned his body, the two bone balls as big as fists flew up and down, making bang-bang sounds as dense as drumbeats.

Lu Zhishen's staff was too long and he had lost the initiative, so he could only guard the gate while retreating. His face was red and he looked at the Liao general in front of him with gritted teeth.

Amid the deafening sound of fighting, Xiao Haili, who was circling below, happened to shoot a volley of arrows, and the people fighting on the city wall suddenly became panic-stricken.

Lu Zhishen shouted loudly, swung his arms, and the Zen stick whistled over.

when--

The bone flowers crossed to support the metal head of the staff. The majestic Liao general could not help but retreat three steps, then jumped back to make room for several feet.

"You thief, you just hit..." Lu Zhishen's face trembled. Just as he was about to say something harsh, his eyes turned and he saw dozens of archers pulling their bows and crossbows towards him. The shape of their mouths changed: "Retreat! Retreat!"

He grabbed a Liao soldier who was fighting with others beside him and blocked him in front of him.

Puff puff--

The sounds of several arrows piercing the flesh were accompanied by a scream. Lu Zhishen looked at the two arrowheads sticking out of the corpse and immediately realized that there was a powerful crossbow over there. He exerted force with his arms and threw the corpse in his hand forward. He turned his fat body and jumped flexibly from the top of the city wall to the wooden ladder below.

Yaoer Weikang was protected by several personal soldiers. When he saw the arrows stop, he pulled away the guards in front of him. Before he could make any follow-up move, a dead body fell towards him. He quickly reached out to block it.

Another wave of arrows flew by. Some of the brave soldiers of the Qi army who climbed onto the city wall managed to jump onto the wooden ladder, while others were shot by arrows in mid-air and fell down with a scream.

"Let the reserve team come up!" Yaoer Weikang looked at where Lu Zhishen went down and gnashed his teeth: "Move more stones and wood forward, don't be stingy with the boiling oil and hot water, just pour them down for me--"

As the roar was heard, the figures on the city wall moved in unison as ordered, which made life difficult for the Qi soldiers attacking the city below. Qin Ming waited for Lu Zhishen to retreat and wanted to attack himself to let him see.

Who would have thought that when they got closer, stones from above would rain down like raindrops, and several battering rams prevented the figures on the ladders and wooden steps from getting any closer. They had no choice but to curse "Hammer!" and retreat, asking the soldiers in front to pause their attack and only shoot the enemy with bows and arrows.

Simon.

"General Zan, the enemy's attack is too fierce, and the logs and rocks are being consumed too quickly."

"Go and ask the civilians below the city to hurry up and transport the goods up, go—"

On the city wall, the offensive of the Qi army under the command of Sun An was like waves, hitting one after another. The pressure on this side almost made them breathless, and nearly fifty of the young and strong men recruited had died in the battle.

Zan Tongmei, who was in charge of defending the city, was so angry that he stamped his feet. Not to mention that the defense was being consumed too quickly and he felt a little stretched.

The Qi army in the west only launched a fierce attack on three points of the city wall. Shangguan Yi, Jing Chao and other fierce generals rushed to the top of the city wall several times. The young Sun Yue was even more brave. With a pair of Han swords, he was rarely able to match his enemy.

In just one hour, the defenders on the three sides of the city walls fought bravely, their numbers continued to decrease, and the number of times the Qi army generals climbed the city walls gradually increased.

The Liao army generals defending the city had to personally go into battle several times to rescue the city, but it was very strenuous to cope with the situation. They had no choice but to continuously dispatch soldiers on standby in the rear to replace them and replenish the troops.

The advantage of being able to replace soldiers in rotation is that the new soldiers can rely on their intact organization and abundant physical strength to defend, forcing the Qi army, which was attacking like a tide, to pause slightly. Many soldiers were pushed off the city wall and died in the fighting.

Sitting on the shaft of a cart in the field below the city, Lu Bu looked out at the city ahead and saw soldiers constantly falling off the city walls. He had long lost all emotion at the brutality of the war and turned his head slightly to look back.

"Xu Wen."

The voice rang out, and the general in exquisite armor came closer and said, "Your Majesty."

"You take a unit of the Right Guards and tell Di Lei to take a unit of soldiers to reinforce the city wall. The Liao army's reserve forces should be few in number. Press them down and see how they react."

"Yes." Xu Wen had been itching to join the fight when he saw Chen Yun and Shan Shiqi fighting on the city wall ahead, but he had to guard the central army due to his duty. Now that he had received the military order, he was immediately delighted. He bowed, turned around and walked past the armored soldiers holding large shields and spears in front of him.

He took the shield from a guard, weighed it, and took a sword and pinned it on the other side. After walking through the army formation, he shouted to the Right Guard formation in the back: "Bring some troops, follow me!"

Then he strode towards the city wall, and the Right Guards lined up in the back immediately divided 800 men into two groups and followed him in silence.

In the distance, a figure moved under the "Di" flag and followed the general holding the hammer in front to the battlefield.

Xu Wen forced aside several arrows and watched the frequency of rocks and battering rams falling from above decrease. He took the opportunity to pull down the soldiers on the wooden ladder and climbed up. The wooden shield made several dull sounds and several arrows bounced off the surface of the armor.

The moment he climbed up the ladder, he knocked over the approaching Liao soldiers with his shield and shouted, "Right Guards, kill the enemy—"

The roar shook the top of the city wall. Xu Wen drew out the swords hanging on both sides of his waist, pushed off the ground with his feet, and rushed into the forest of guns in front like a sharp sword.

The blades and spears chopped on the armor, leaving white marks. Xu Wen roared, and chopped left and right with the blade, and immediately rushed forward several feet. His armor and face were covered with blood.

The soldiers of the Right Guard who followed behind went up to the city one after another. These were all carefully selected soldiers, and some of them were old soldiers who had served in the Xiandeng Camp. They were very adept at fighting. As the Right Guard general in front advanced, soldiers defending the city were constantly knocked down by these soldiers in black armor, or directly hacked to death by Xu Wen on the spot.

On the other side, Di Lei also climbed up the city wall, and the hammer in his hand was dripping with red and white liquid.

"Compared to the previous two days..." The sledgehammer swung down and killed a soldier with a gun. Blood splashed on his face. Di Lei glanced at him and smiled grimly on the young face: "Today is indeed a good day to break into the city."

The eyes of the Qi army soldiers around them were shining faintly, their faces flushed, and they rushed towards the guards in front with the most ferocious attitude, ringing the emergency alarm bell on the city wall.

"Bring the young and strong to the city, quickly——"

……

The tragic and surging sounds of various shouts, wails, and fighting lingered above the dense clouds and spread over the city walls on all sides.

As the Liao soldiers defending the city, the three sides of the city walls were constantly under attack. A large number of injured soldiers and young and strong men were sent down from the city walls. Those with minor injuries were bandaged casually and then picked up their weapons and walked to the top of the city walls again. The seriously injured were put on carriages and then transported to the wounded camp for treatment.

In the past few days, the number of people in the wounded camp has skyrocketed. Many of the Han new troops and the former Tanzhou garrison are fellow villagers, so it is common for them to be related to each other.

In the house filled with the aroma of medicine and the smell of blood, groans continued to be heard. A young and strong man pushed open the door and rushed in. He glanced at the figures with broken arms and legs, and asked the familiar ones, "Can you see my brother? Can you see my brother?"

Some people shook their heads, while others stretched out their hands and pointed towards the next room. This person quickly ran over, opened the door with a bang, and tears quickly welled up in his eyes when he looked at the people behind him, followed by wailing.

The man with a broken head and a missing arm lay dying on a mat on the ground. The doctors who were summoned from the city had already given up on treating him and were only giving medicine to other wounded soldiers.

The man knelt a few steps and kowtowed to the figure who was bandaging the man: "Doctor, doctor, save my brother, save my brother, we are all civilians in the city, not soldiers——"

"...He lost too much blood, his head is shattered, and it's too late. You...you talk to him and send him on his last journey." The doctor couldn't bear to see this, but there was nothing he could do in this situation, so he walked aside and continued to treat others.

"Big...Brother..."

A faint voice came, and the man turned around quickly: "Brother, brother!"

"……pain."

The dying young man exhaled slightly: "Why... let me wait... for the militia to climb the city wall..."

The young man was crying and clutching his pants tightly: "Don't... don't talk, take good care of your injuries, you will be fine..."

Blood flowed out from the broken part, and the man lying there had a clear look in his eyes for a moment: "Brother... don't go up to the city wall, tell mother... I am unfilial, I will leave first... I will... let you... see... me off... to the end..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the whole person relaxed.

When the elder brother walked out of the wounded soldiers' camp in a trance, his brother's words seemed to keep ringing in his mind, yet it seemed as if he was not thinking about anything.

"You! Hehehe! It's you, come here." Two dusty soldiers handed him spears in their hands: "The city wall is in danger, take it and climb up the wall."

The young man took the spear woodenly and was pushed into a team of a dozen or so people who were also trembling with fear.

"Damn idiot!" A soldier saw him motionless and became anxious, so he slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Get the hell out of here!"

puff--

The soldier's body shook, then he slowly lowered his head and looked at the gun tip that was stabbed into his chest. The pain seemed to be transmitted to his brain. "Ah!" With a scream, the young man suddenly pulled out his spear, jumped out suddenly, and stabbed another soldier in the abdomen.

The young and strong men who had just been issued weapons and the soldiers who came to arrest the people all looked over.

The young and strong man who killed the soldiers looked at the fallen soldiers and screamed and cried, "We are just young and strong. Why should we go up to die? The Khitans have never done us any favors. Instead, they oppress us Han people. Why should we fight for them? My brother is dead! My only brother!"

A soldier on duty in the wounded camp rushed over with his sword drawn, trying to capture him. He knocked the spear out of his hand with one blow, kicked him to the ground, and then held the sword to kill him.

"My uncle is dead too!"

A roar came from behind, and the soldier holding the knife turned around with a ferocious face, then was stunned.

In the field of vision, figures of conscripted men were surrounding them one after another, and some local soldiers also joined in, with fierce looks on their faces, gradually approaching.

Screams rang out in the wounded camp.

……

In front of the city gate tower, Ji Anbang sat on the steps with his eyes closed, his chest heaving, blood oozing from the parts where his armor was connected, and the sounds of fighting and the clashing of metal could be heard from time to time.

A personal soldier came over and said, "The Qi bandits have reinforcements coming up again."

Ji Anbang opened his eyes and stood up. In front of him, he saw a large group of soldiers approaching, holding flags with "Ma" and "Zhao" replacing "Shan" and "Chen".

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the top of the city wall. The black color was eroding the space on the top of the city wall. The Qi bandits had strong soldiers and horses, and their generals were brave and could personally fight in the battle. They had held out for all these days, but now they were finally unable to hold on?
No! There are still defenders in the east who need to be mobilized!
Ji Anbang clenched his fists and yelled in his heart. Just as he was about to issue an order, a soldier in the back shouted, "Commander-in-chief, there is a fire in the city!"

Ji Anbang turned his head suddenly and took a few quick steps backwards. Near the left side of the wounded soldiers' camp, a stream of black smoke was winding upwards and his face suddenly turned pale.

There was no news of the city being breached but fire broke out in the city, which must be a mutiny.

The soldiers finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore.

A sentence that was not really a question flashed through his mind. Ji Anbang was silent for a moment, stood up straight, turned around and looked at Lu Bu's flag outside the city with an uncertain expression.

After a while, he spoke hoarsely: "Order the cavalry to prepare to charge!" (End of this chapter)