Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

On the plains of Pingzhou, the army was fighting desperately, their battle cries echoing. Arrows with flames flying into the sky and landing inside and outside the military camp were studded with flames, and black smoke gradually rose from the arrows stuck in the wooden fences.

At the command of their officers, the Pingzhou soldiers, dressed in khaki armor, quickly extinguished the flames with sand and water.

Arrows and stones were fired from the military camp.

"It seems the troops in the Song army camp won't be coming out."

Red Hare carried Lü Bu forward for a while, its scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind: "Send word to Xu Wen, have him lead Wang Bolong, Shangguan Yi, and Han Chang to attack the Song army camp from the flank."

Order Wang Yin to lead half of his wolf cavalry into battle to support the infantry's attack on the camp.

"Order the artillerymen to bombard the wooden fences of the Song army camp to clear a path for the infantry!"

The fast horse galloped away under the whip of the rider.

Lu Bu tapped his boots with his riding whip, his eyes fixed on Wanyan's banner: "Sound the horn and urge Yang Zaixing and Wang De to hurry up."

The guard beside him quickly spurred his horse forward, took the horn from the saddle, and brought it to his lips.

Woohoo——

The sound of bugles spread in all directions, and large numbers of soldiers moved at the command, their iron hooves thundering and smashing through the crowd.

As the view rose into the sky, a massive black wave surged toward the military camp from the side. The Yang brothers and Wanyan Chanchun, who were desperately trying to block the advance in front of the camp, were unable to spare any attention. The battle formation of thousands of men was under heavy attack, and corpses and blood spread and spread toward the camp.

With the support of Lin Chong and Tang Bin, Han Shizhong concentrated his forces to break through the enemy formation in one direction. The vanguard battalion of over a thousand men advanced forward like a tidal wave. Yang Kesheng's troops in the front line were cut down as if by swords and axes, and the troops behind could only try their best to hold them off. They were still driven to the second line by the Qi army, who forcefully broke through several large formations.

"Send a message, requesting help—"

Yang Kesheng shot down a soldier from the vanguard with an arrow, then switched to his broadsword and shouted, "Retreat slowly and fight at the gate!"

An urgent bugle call sounded, followed by the sound of horses' hooves. A general carrying a large banner with the character "Han" charged out from the infantry ahead, brandishing his spear.

"Control, leave immediately!"

Several guards shouted and rushed forward, but Han Shizhong roared and thrust his long spear back and forth, stabbing the men down. Almost without stopping, he continued to charge forward on horseback.

Yang Kesheng slashed at the general charging towards him with his sword, but was struck by a long spear, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall off his horse. Shouts of "Protect the commander!" came from all directions. Zhang Qi, who was following behind, led his cavalry and charged forward with a roar, instantly intercepting the personal guards who wanted to come up to cover him.

On his warhorse, Yang Kesheng straightened his body. In his line of sight, Han Shizhong, riding a black warhorse, did not stop. He immediately felt anxious. He saw the long spear change angle from the other man's hands and a flash of white light. He quickly moved.

puff--

The sharp spearhead pierced the armor on Yang Kesheng's right chest, and blood splattered out. In excruciating pain, Yang Kesheng's face contorted with rage. He dropped his knife, reached out, and tried to grab the spear shaft.

Chi-

Blood gushed out as the blade was pulled out, and a pair of rough hands gripped empty air.

Okay, okay, okay—

The warhorse lurched forward, and Han Shizhong moved forward with his hands crossed, gripping the spear shaft and thrusting it forward again.

A figure clad in a crimson battle robe was thrown off his warhorse. Yang Kesheng, mid-air, spat out a mouthful of thick blood, staring intently at the Qi general wielding a spear, before being flung to the ground.

"Your commander is dead!"

The long spear pierced the chest of the Song soldier holding the general's flag, and with a forceful thrust, shouted: "Surrender immediately!"

……

"Surrender?! Spit—"

Crimson blood flowed from the henchman's body. Wang Gui flicked his broadsword and pointed at Tian Hu, the leader opposite him: "You thief, you must have lost your mind."

"Don't show any shame!"

Tian Hu glanced at Wang Gui with a grim face, then his gaze swept over the corpse on the ground. A sinister smile crept across his lips: "I rarely have the heart to give you a way out, but since you've given up on yourselves, I don't care."

He pointed his knife forward and shouted, "Go! Kill all the men, and the women will entertain you!"

Upon hearing this, nearly a thousand henchmen's eyes lit up with greed. "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty!" they shouted and ran forward.

Wang Gui swallowed hard, looked back at the village soldiers, who numbered less than 30% of those on the opposite side, and shouted at one of them, "Go up the mountain and find Brother Pengju!"

He raised his knife: "Brother Zhang, Brother Tang, we must stop these thieves!"

On either side stood two equally burly men, one named Zhang Xian and the other Tang Huai, both dressed in winter clothes. They each held a knife and a gun and inhaled a chill: "Let's go together and kill this thief."

The surrounding militiamen roared and shouted, dispelling some of their fear. Wang Gui quickly changed to a bow and arrow, nocked an arrow, and shouted, "Shoot!"

hum-

……

Arrows fell from the sky like swarming locusts, crackling and snapping against the infantrymen's shields. The soldiers, holding their shields, looked up at the sky.

"Stone bullet!"

"hide--"

Panic-stricken shouts erupted from the crowd, and many soldiers ran frantically to both sides. Heavy stones crashed to the ground with a thud, sending up large amounts of dirt as they bounced, directly smashing down two tents.

"Damn-"

Zhang Jue stared in fear at the distant military tent pierced by stones, wiped the sweat from his brow, took a step back, and leaned back: "How are the preparations going?"

A personal guard who had just returned from the rear stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "President, do not worry. The fast horses and provisions are ready. I have also prepared the armor for ordinary soldiers."

"it is good!"

Zhang Jue's expression was uncertain. He glanced at Yang Kesheng's fallen banner, took a breath, and said, "Send two thousand men out to aid the infantry. We cannot allow the Qi army on the other side to continue advancing and attack the camp."

"Order the artillerymen to aim at the flanks of the second line and prevent them from getting close."

"Messenger, go to Shicheng immediately and tell Commander Liu that the enemy is attacking very aggressively. We can only hold our camp and hope that Commander Liu can come to our rescue as soon as possible."

Several riders galloped out, mounted their warhorses, and quickly rode away.

The Pingzhou infantrymen in the camp hesitated for a moment upon receiving the order, but still picked up their shields and swords and headed out of the camp under the reprimands of their officers.

Zhang Jue took a breath, his face showing discomfort, and clutched his lower abdomen: "Someone, keep an eye on the battlefield. This governor is suffering from severe abdominal pain. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he turned and left, and several guards quickly followed. A deputy general stepped forward, looking nervously at the battle situation in the distance.

Zhang Jue ran down the platform and, escorted by his personal guards, hurriedly ran to a tent at the back. He quickly took off his clothes and changed into ordinary soldier's clothes offered by his guards. Seeing that his guards had already changed, he urged repeatedly, "Quick, quick, escort me away."

The guards, who were eager to escape the camp, quickly pulled over a mount, helped him onto it, and then hurriedly ran outside.

"Make way! The Pacification Commissioner has ordered the gate to be opened."

The guards at the front threw down their tokens, and the soldiers guarding the camp gate quickly opened it a crack, letting the cavalrymen run out. Dust billowed behind their horses.

……

"Brother Pengju, thieves have attacked the village."

“There are many thieves; Wang Gui, Zhang Xian, and Tang Huai may not be able to stop them.”

The words of the local militia echoed in his mind. The figure on the warhorse gripped the long spear named Li Quan tightly in his hand, and a hint of murderous intent appeared on his resolute face.

Horses galloped along the mountain path, and faintly, the sounds of battle cries could be heard. Dust billowed in the air, and figures wielding swords and spears came into view.

……

Chaos, the shouts of battle, the screams of men and horses all blended together in the dust. Near and far, beneath the galloping warhorses lay countless cavalrymen who had perished on the battlefield.

A Jurchen woman was thrown from her warhorse with a thud. In mid-air, a spray of blood from her neck arced through the air as she crashed to the ground.

With a swing of his broadsword, the imposing and robust Wang De roared like a lion or tiger, leading a dozen or so personal guards into the fierce battle.

The blade flashed and whistled as it sliced ​​through human bodies, sending mutilated limbs and gushing blood into the air. Finally, it grazed the neck of a warhorse and crashed down on Wanyan Chanchun, leaving a trail of blood.

"Aha--"

Wanyan Chanchun's eyes widened, almost bursting at the corners, and she swung her weapon at the incoming broadsword.

bang——

The blade's light was obstructed, sparks flew from its edge, and a hideous face resembling a demon suddenly approached the Jurchen traitor, his large, blood-stained hand reaching out towards him.

"Get out of here!"

Wanyan Chanchun had been in the State of Qi for quite some time, so he naturally knew that this man was most skilled at capturing generals in battle. He quickly drew his protective longsword and slashed at the arm in mid-air.

The longsword slashed through the air, leaving an arc of light. Wang De snorted, "You're courting death!"

Without straightening the long-handled broadsword, he suddenly thrust his other hand forward, the end of the brass hilt slamming into his shoulder with a "bang".

"what!"

His arm swayed involuntarily in the air, and Wanyan Chan let out a painful roar. On the other side, Lü Fang, who had been rescued by Wang De, breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he was injured, he swung his halberd and smashed it down.

The Jurchen traitor, with his arm wounded, barely managed to lift his long weapon and meet the halberd head-on. The clang of metal rang out, and the exhausted Wanyan Chanchun drooled onto his armor.

"Traitors deserve to die!"

Under Wang De's control, the warhorse came to a stop, its hooves creating a wave of mud. Then it changed direction, raised its spinning blade, and the shoulder armor made a metallic clang as the plates collided during the large movement before slashing downwards.

puff--

A severed arm, along with a long-handled weapon, flew into the air. Wanyan Chanchun, who had lost half an arm, looked up and let out a painful scream.

Lu Fang seized the opportunity and thrust forward with his halberd held horizontally.

puff--

The blood-stained halberd tip protruded from the back of the neck, and blood sprayed to the ground in a fan shape. Lü Fang quickly sheathed the halberd, jumped off his warhorse, cut off the head, and tied it to the warhorse's neck: "General Wang, you deserve the lion's share of the credit."

"This fellow got off easy." Wang De didn't mind what Xiao Wenhou was doing. He glanced at him as he spoke, then laughed and said, "No need, just split it in half."

He brandished his broadsword and slashed at the surrounding cavalry.

The intensity of the battle continued to escalate, with figures on warhorses letting out the fiercest cries at the top of their lungs.

The continuous fighting has resulted in Song cavalry suffering double the casualties compared to their battle with Bian Xiang. These charging Qi cavalrymen are now better at coordinating their attacks than those of the previous days, possess exceptional horsemanship, and are fearless in the face of death. The ground is now mostly covered with corpses in crimson and Jurchen appearances.

He raised his iron spear, smashing two Qi soldiers off their horses. Yang Keshi's gaze darted back and forth as he watched the Qi army's banner charge into his brothers' camp. The banner bearing the character "Yang" was no longer there. A sense of desolation filled his heart, and the whites of his eyes gradually turned red. He roared, "Come on! Yang Keshi is here! Those with the guts, come and fight!"

The spearhead fell, tearing flesh apart.

The cavalrymen beside him fell one after another in the charge. The figure holding the golden tiger-headed spear roared, and in an instant, more than a dozen cavalrymen dressed in scarlet robes were swept into the shadow of the spear. A series of bangs and crashes were heard. Blood holes, shattered skulls, and flying figures were heard. A large amount of blood was poured under the warhorses and seeped into the soil.

As the horse's hooves drew near, the figure holding the gun leaned forward, white breath escaping from his mouth and nose, and took a deep breath: "Yang Zaixing is here—"

Yang Keshi suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He exerted force with both arms, swung his iron spear, and the heavy and long spear spun in the air. The cavalry that was attacking from all sides was instantly wiped out. With screams, they spurred their horses and charged towards the opposite side again.

Behind the two men, guards fired arrows that arced through the air before landing in each other's cavalry, splashing blood everywhere. The two charging generals didn't even blink, merely turning their heads to dodge the arrows flying through the air.

The sound of iron hooves surged in, and the figure wielding a spear, relying on the length of his weapon, roared and thrust out several times in succession.

The spears clashed, the sounds of gunfire and clang echoing continuously, occasionally sparks flying. The fierce and frenzied attacks continued, and the warhorses approached, their breaths billowing white smoke, as the golden shadows of the spears gradually appeared.

"kill--"

Yang Zaixing, his armor stained with blood, roared, a dazzling light flashing across his horse's back, followed by a thunderous reply from the opposite side: "Kill—"

"kill--"

Seemingly infected by the attack, the guards of the two men and the cavalry of Qi and Song roared in unison. Everyone swung their arms, abandoning their defenses, and charged at each other with pure killing intent, shaking the battlefield.

……

The wind blew across the land in front of the village, scattering yellow dust to one side, while a buzzing roar filled the air.

The thief holding the long knife behind him heard a noise and turned around abruptly, only to see a dark shadow run past him out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey?"

The stunned thief turned his head and saw the white warhorse knock aside his companions. The man on horseback brandished a long spear and charged forward with red eyes. One by one, his companions who were blocking the way were caught off guard and fell to the sides like scarecrows.

Wang Gui, Zhang Xian, and Tang Huai were fighting with the Tian brothers, Tian Hu and Tian Biao, and several gang leaders when they heard a chaotic shouting sound coming from behind. They couldn't help but turn around and saw a figure knocking a henchman away, smashing his head, and rushing towards them at high speed.

Tian Hu's eyes widened in surprise: "Who are you?!"

"Tangyin..."

The warhorse broke through the obstruction and stabbed a leader to death with its spear. Tian Hu panicked and raised his sword, but the blood-stained spearhead knocked the long sword away.

"Yue Fei!"

puff--

The spring water entered his body, and his figure was pierced away from the saddle.

……

"The enemy general is beheaded." Yang Zaixing raised his spear high, the corpse with its limbs hanging down, the golden tiger head reflecting a gleam: "Attack the camp!" (End of this chapter)