Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Let’s go back a little in time.

"Hold! Hold!"

"The rebels are coming, and the Song thieves are behind them!"

Roars mixed with the shouts of fighting. The defenders of Xijin Prefecture waved iron knives and spears. Soldiers standing on high ground threw stones and bricks. Battling wood and stones fell from the side close to the city wall, and archers shot arrows in their hands.

The Song army that charged into the city split into two teams at Zhen Wuchen's shouting, and followed him to charge towards the top of the city wall from the left and right. The army was surrounded on three sides, with some soldiers shot by arrows and fell to the ground, while others were hit on the forehead by bricks and tiles and could not get up. All kinds of scenes were played out in the south of the city.

With a hysterical scream, Wu Song stepped forward and chopped down the Liao soldier in front of him with his sword. He moved his feet and swung out the other sword. With two swords and one person, he kept moving forward. The sword light flashed, and the Liao soldiers fell to the ground one by one, spraying blood.

"Shoot, shoot him to death!"

The commander who led the army shouted loudly, and the archers in the rear pointed their bows and crossbows over.

Wu Song's eyes flashed, and he stabbed the soldier in front of him in the abdomen with a knife, then he leaned down and fell into the other's arms.

hum-

The strings of the crossbows vibrated, and hundreds of arrows flew over, causing the corpse to vibrate continuously. When it stopped, Wu Song lifted the corpse up, and before he could roar out the air he had inhaled into his lungs, he suddenly pulled the corpse back.

Whoosh whoosh—

The sounds of breaking air were heard one after another, and the hero who was fighting the tiger was retreating, dragging the dead body.

In the front, archers armed with bows and crossbows were divided into three teams and shot their arrows alternately. Some of the Liao soldiers coming from the rear climbed up the house, drew their bows, and suddenly let go.

"what!"

Wu Song was startled by the screams coming from beside him and retreated even faster. Seeing the shieldman next to him, he took advantage of the very short gap when the shieldman was changing players and pushed the corpse in his hand away and hid behind the shieldman.

The dead body, with arrows all over its body, fell to the ground, and the arrow feathers all over its body looked like a porcupine with thorns.

"Let the troops behind advance faster, faster!"

Sun Li hid behind the shield. Seeing the dark shadow falling, he quickly raised the shield in his hand.

Duh——

Arrows were driven into the shield.

"Where's your shooter? Call him up!"

Next to him, Liu Shunren, who was also hiding behind his shield, glanced at Sun Li. Most of the Ever-Victorious Army, led by Zhen Wuchen, were blocking Xiao Bodie's troops on the city wall to prevent them from taking advantage of the chaos to get down from the city wall and attack from both sides of the Liao army in the city.

"How would I know!" Sun Li turned his head in exasperation. In the cold wind, the flags of Mei Zhan, Wang Wende, and Li Congji came into view one after another. Even Song Jiang's flag followed in. He was immediately overjoyed: "Come on, quickly send archers from the rear."

The sounds of falling arrows and roars continued to reach the ears of the Song army entering the city, extending far away from the city gate. There were figures of people fighting in several streets and alleys. Although there were many new Liao soldiers, they had the advantage in numbers and were still able to resist the attack under the leadership of some brave generals.

As the generals in the front row shouted, soldiers holding shields, swords and spears rushed forward. A Song army soldier rushed forward and the spear pierced his calf from below. When his body lost balance, the iron sword swung and beheaded the man with one blow.

When Mei Zhan, Wang Wende, Li Congji, Song Jiang and other generals entered the city, amid the noisy voices, the messenger sent a message urging them to come. The four of them looked at each other, and Song Jiang bowed and said, "Three old generals, the one who is blocked in front is my subordinate. I am willing to help him break through the defense line."

The stray arrow flew past and stabbed three feet behind Wang Wende. The others took a look and nodded without arguing, "Okay, Song the vanguard will go by himself, and we will also find a way to break through."

After the three veterans finished speaking, they each shouted, chose a path and walked away. From afar, they heard shouts of "We will break the city today and never stop fighting," but they didn't know whose voice it was among the three.

Song Jiang clasped his fists behind the three men and thanked them. He turned around and shouted, "Where's Li Kui? Let him lead the way and kill them without restraint!"

Someone immediately ran to find Li Kui who was fighting in the crowd. Upon hearing this, the Black Whirlwind was overjoyed. He wiped his blood-soaked beard, picked up two axes and ran quickly in the direction the man pointed.

But long before he set off, Wang Wenbin, who was still with the central army, had his eyes lit up and shouted, "I am also a member of the army. Let me lead the way."

He pulled the reins and ran forward with dozens of soldiers.

Song Jiang looked at the figure running forward with a normal expression, stroking his beard. The brothers Mu Hong and Mu Chun followed with their trusted soldiers.

"Send a message to the back, speed up the entry into the city, and break into the city by sunset today!"

Song Jiang turned to look at Wu Yong, who was also wearing iron armor and an iron helmet. The former scholar was holding a hand knife excitedly. Hearing this, he raised the knife in his hand and turned back to shout: "The city will be broken today, kill!"

"kill--"

The sound of shouting broke out from Wenren Shichong, Shi Jin, Jie Zhen and others, and then swept forward like a whirlwind.

Duan Wu and Fang Han were also eager to try in the formation, but were stared at fiercely by Duan Sanniang. Then, he and Qiu Xiang each took one of them and pulled two of them towards Li Jun's formation.

A crowd of figures surged, soldiers ran forward, and the sound of horse hooves came from the city gate.

Lu Junyi, Xu Ning and Yan Qing rushed out of the corridor on their war horses. The scene inside the city came into their sight. They looked left and right and saw several people from the Duan family joining up with Li Jun's troops. They thought that Song Jiang had ordered them to hold the line, and did not think too much about it. They looked up at the steps of the city wall on both sides where the fighting was intense, and then looked at the familiar general's flag in front of them. They kicked off their horses' bellies and ran towards the big flag with the word "Song" on it.

Spots of flaming arrows rose into the sky from inside and outside the city with a roar of "shoot--". Xiao Bodie's figure, who was rushing down, paused for a moment and hid behind the shield held up by his personal guards. He heard the screams of soldiers who were hit by arrows: "Damn it, fight back, fight back! Tell Yelu Zongyun and Zongdian to send one person down from the other side! Kill--"

The chaotic sound of weapons clashing continued, and the smell of fireworks filled the air at the South City Gate.
Yelu Dezhong and Li Chuwen, as the main generals in the city, did not stay on the front line. They walked up to the high building under the protection of their personal guards, looked at the beacon smoke burning at the south gate, and took a breath: "Send a message to the soldiers in the city, the country is in trouble, and everyone needs to overcome the difficulties together. Anyone who kills a Song soldier will be rewarded with half a hundred coins, and anyone who kills a commander or above will be rewarded with a sheep. If you kill the main general of the Song thieves, you will be promoted to a military governor, rewarded with a thousand taels of gold, and can control a state!"

Dozens of soldiers who received the order ran out, and then the shouts of hundreds of people rang out in the city.

The sounds of fighting and shouting slowed down for a moment, and then broke out even louder, almost overturning the entire city.

……

outside the city.

The cold wind blew across the earth, and horse hooves pounded on the ground like raindrops. Yelu Dashi led his troops to draw a circle, and watched as flags in the distance were constantly swallowed up by the city gates. A trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and a series of crimson figures formed a defense line in his sight.

"Go ahead and cut the thief Song in two!"

The words were roared out without hesitation, and the troops with whom he had fought in a great battle in Jizhou followed without hesitation. The horses' hooves stamped on the ground, making a sound like muffled thunder. Amid the violent shaking, many cavalrymen picked up their bows and aimed at the Song army standing over there.

"Get ready!" A loud shout came from the Song army. Tall figures put down their shield stands, leaned down and supported them with their shoulders. Long spears protruded from the shields, and archers holding bows and arrows raised their arms.

The war horses were getting closer and closer, and a roar of "Shoot" was heard from the army formation. When the arrows rose up, the cavalrymen who were gathered together and charging forward suddenly separated, like blocked water, drawing two arcs and going to the left and right in front of the shield. At the same time, the knights on the horses loosened their fingers.

Boom——

The cavalry bows fired one after another, arrows flew over the shields, splattering blood in the crowd behind, and screams rang out. The Song army that was still gathered together suddenly shouted, and nearly half of the soldiers turned around and ran.

Yelu Dashi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He didn't have time to change his gun, but raised the bow in his hand and shouted, "Charge, quickly—"

The warhorse turned, carrying a thousand pounds of force.

boom--

The horse's body slammed into the shield, and the shield shook violently at the moment of impact. A scream came from behind the shield, followed by another roar. The following warhorse knocked over the shield, stepped on the panicked figure of the imperial guard, and rushed forward with strange cries.

Taking the opportunity to change to an iron spear, Yelu Dashi rushed into the formation, swung the weapon in his hand, and hit the Song soldier's head with all his strength.

There were continuous rumbling sounds, and the sound of horses and men colliding at this moment was like the sound of hitting the seawall and stretching far away. The Song army that was attacked by the sudden attack was almost defeated. Many people threw away their swords and guns and turned to run, but were then caught up by the war horses. They were chopped and stabbed with swords and guns, and short screams were heard. Smoke and dust filled the original position.

“…Who’s blocking the enemy over there?”

Liu Yanqing stood under the flag of the central army. His originally cheerful face turned dark. He raised his hand tremblingly and asked those around him, "The Liao people are only half alive now. Is this guy sending them a life-extending elixir?"

"It's Fan Qiong, the military commander of Hedong Road." A general recognized the flag and bowed in reply.

"He was afraid before the battle, causing the army to flee. He deserves death." Liu Yanqing snorted angrily, "When we return victorious, I will definitely report him. How can such a person continue to be an officer? He is truly a traitor to the country!"

"General Jie, calm down."

Seeing him angry, the others tried to comfort him. A civilian military officer stood on the field, looking at the Khitan flags charging in the distance with some confusion: "Strange, there don't seem to be many Khitan cavalrymen, but how can we feel the ground shaking here?"

Several generals who were paying attention to the battlefield heard his words, their faces suddenly changed, they looked at each other, and then looked around, and suddenly someone pointed behind and exclaimed: "There is smoke and dust in the southeast, it's the cavalry attacking!"

Liu Yanqing's face changed and he turned to look to the side and rear. He was standing on the lookout car and could see farther than the others. He saw a black line appear in his eyes and approaching rapidly. Several flags could be seen fluttering in the wind in the yellow sand.

"Not good!" Liu Yanqing immediately jumped up and down: "It's the Khitan reinforcements!"

Then he grabbed the wooden fence in front of him and shouted, "Send a message to Qiu Yue and Zhou Ang to lead the troops over and stop them."

The military flags were waving, and then the two instructors of the imperial guards immediately ordered their soldiers to march forward, reining in their horses and running towards the source of the smoke.

The two of them were very concerned about this Northern Expedition. The weapons they wore and held in their hands were all of good quality, and the horses they rode were picked out of thousands. They could be called "thousand-mile horses" in the army.

It's just that these two men have been coaches for a long time. Apart from protecting the emperor, they usually practice martial arts. They pay less attention to the capital's imperial guards and don't notice the increasingly panicked expressions of their subordinates as they run.

"Form a line! Quickly—"

The roar came from Zhou Ang's mouth. The commander of the Right Yiwei Army was holding a mountain-splitting golden axe, and his iron armor shone brightly under the sunlight. He held the reins in one hand and galloped in the army formation. Looking at the figure that could be seen as the Liao cavalry, he shouted: "This battle is the time for us to make merit. As long as we stop them, it will be an unprecedented achievement. By then, everyone will be rewarded and every family will be rewarded."

The voice was loud and resonant, and it was transmitted through the air. However, the imperial guards under his command had their eyes wandering, as if they wanted to leave but were afraid to.

Qiu Yue held his red-tasseled water-grinded sword in the shape of a dragon swallowing its head and a crescent-shaped blade horizontally. He touched his beard with one hand, raised his head slightly, and pointed his nostrils at the black line in his sight. Upon hearing the words, he just glanced at his deputy without saying a word. He just kicked his mount and slowly moved two steps forward.

Thunder rolled in, and the figures of cavalry coming from afar could be seen clearly. Their khaki armor looked particularly eye-catching. The general at the forefront of the charge swung the two guns in his hands from time to time.

Qiu Yue snorted.

"Crossbowmen, prepare—"

The sound of the general's roar was heard, followed by a "rustle" sound, the divine arm bow was raised, and then several "click" sounds were heard.

Qiu Yue and Zhou Ang frowned and looked over, and saw several soldiers bending down to pick up the crossbow arrows that had fallen on the ground and set them up.

The two coaches took a quick look and saw that the divine arm bows that should have been neatly arranged in the training ground in the past were now uneven, and many of them were trembling slightly. The ones that were shaking the most severely could not even be lifted.

Oops……

The two commanders of the left and right Yiwei imperial guards suddenly changed their expressions. Nothing could be made out of their expressions, so the two could just poke out their own eyes to apologize to the world. However, it was too late to realize it now.

"Charge forward and break the formation—"

Xiao Haili's familiar voice came, and the general who was originally from the Khitan tribe perked up, with a hint of ferocity on his face. The other Han generals were also familiar with this brief military order, and they immediately clenched their weapons in their hands, and the front-row cavalry raised their bows and arrows.

"Shoot!" Zhou Ang became very anxious when he saw the cavalry approaching and shouted without thinking.

shhhhh--

“Ah!” “Who is it!”

The hanging blade of the divine arm bow was pulled, and many crossbow arrows shot high into the sky, deflecting and flying to unknown directions. There were also imperial guards standing in front of the archers who shouted, but they were shot by crossbows from their frightened colleagues behind them. They fell forward with screams, and blood mixed with broken organs flowed out of their mouths. They held on to their last breath, turned their heads in disbelief and stared at the back, then died, and looked at their colleagues who threw away the crossbows in their hands and turned around with their lifeless eyes.

"Run!"

"The Liao people know magic, run away--"

The shout came from the mouth of the man who accidentally killed his comrade. The already nervous guards of the capital suddenly broke the taut string. They turned around with a bang, and the swords and guns in their hands fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

After Dong Ping shot an arrow, he was taking out a hand axe and pulling his arm back to throw it when he got close. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, his movements suddenly slowed down and he was a little confused and at a loss. Fortunately, his fighting instinct was already engraved in his bones, and he mechanically threw the axe and picked up the silver spear.

The throwing axe spun forward in the air.

Duo——

It chopped into the large shield that was unsupported. (End of this chapter)