Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Let's turn back time a little.

The horse's hooves quickened.

The fluttering banner bearing the character "Lu" came into view of everyone in the central army. Zhang Shuye suddenly raised his arm, the tip of his whip pointing at the figure riding a fiery red warhorse in their line of sight: "That must be the bandit leader Lu Bu over there, just as rumored. Kill him!"

The messenger waved the command flag rapidly with a hint of excitement, his arms almost blurring into a blur.

At the front, a shout of "Fire!" rang out, and the air was suddenly filled with the twang of bowstrings. Arrows rose into the sky from both sides. The riders on horseback began to spur their horses to the left and right the moment they drew their bows. Arrows rained down on the ground, and horses kicked up mud. A few of the more than six thousand elite cavalrymen fell from their horses, but the momentum continued.

The thunderous sound of hooves echoed across the earth. On the violently heaving back of his horse, Lü Bu ducked to dodge two falling arrows, his hands moving swiftly as he drew his bow, pulled it to its full extent, and then released it.

Boom——

The shadowy figure vanished like a shooting star.

Behind the large shield, the Song general commanding the archers shouted hoarsely, "Free aiming..." The sharp sound of arrows piercing the air rang out. His leg muscles tensed, and then his whole body suddenly trembled. His lips were half-open and could not be closed. A trickle of blood slid down his cheek. He raised his arm slightly, but before he could touch anything, he fell backward. Only then did he see that an arrow had pierced his left eye, leaving half of it outside, the brown feathered arrow stained with blood.

The Song soldiers in front did not see what was happening behind them. The soldiers holding long spears gripped the shafts tightly and thrust with all their might.

The next moment, Red Hare suddenly accelerated, its hind legs pushing off the ground, and its entire body leaped up. With its head slightly tilted, the figure on horseback swung the Fangtian Halberd faster than its mount.

click -

boom--

The severed spearhead spun in mid-air, and the soldier carrying the shield was thrown backward along with his shield.

Herod——

Red Hare opened its mouth and neighed, spraying its pungent saliva onto people's faces. Its wild body charged into the formation, stomping its four hooves hard on the ground.

bang——

The crimson horse landed steadily, and Lu Bu swung his halberd to the side once more.

puff--

Three heads, their faces filled with terror, flew into the air, blood gushing from their headless cavities.

Four thousand wolf riders and two thousand four or five thousand iron cavalrymen from behind also spread over.

Wang Yin, relying on his horse's speed, broke through Lü Bu's spear formation and crashed into the shields. After the sound of the breakthrough, more and more powerful generals and fierce soldiers, relying on their superior skills, rushed in.

"kill--"

The tremendous crash sound overlapped with the sound of armored cavalry charging from the other side, creating a deafening roar.

Under the banner of the central army, Zhang Shuye looked left and right. Dozens or even hundreds of figures were sent flying by the Qi army. He gasped and said, "Quickly order the rear guard to come forward and provide support. Order Li Jingliang to go forward quickly and surround and kill the traitor Lü." He paused for a moment and then said, "The central army should quickly form a circular formation and gather archers to prepare for battle and hold off the enemy."

"General, the northern bandit cavalry are fierce and brave; we must avoid their advance!"

"Yes, General Jie, please step back."

Zhang Shuye ignored him and simply shouted, "The bandit chief has entered the formation! This is a golden opportunity! Go and give the order!"

The surrounding generals had no choice but to quickly issue orders.

The charging cavalry and the defending infantry clashed head-on. The cavalry, accustomed to fierce battles, charged recklessly toward the central banner. Blood and corpses littered the ground. The figure in the crimson cloak led the charge, along with Yu Cheng, Cao Ning, and dozens of other personal guards, hacking and slashing.

A small branch of the halberd hooked around the neck of a Song soldier, sending him flying. With each swing, the halberd, carrying extreme power, repeatedly knocked away soldiers in front of it.

Blood splattered everywhere as the severed hand slammed into a person's face.

"Don't stop, charge with me—"

A majestic figure suddenly shouted, his cloak fluttering in the air. A commander was struck on the head with a halberd, instantly shrinking his height by three inches. He stood there stunned, almost black blood flowing from his seven orifices, before finally collapsing forward after a long while.

The figure in the golden-clad beast-faced armor galloped away on horseback. The commander in charge of the front line stepped forward to stop him, but his spear was deflected. Before he could react, the halberd pierced his chest. With a forceful pull of his arms, Lü Bu lifted him and his armor from the ground and threw him into the air.

Having traversed the grasslands and the Central Plains in his past life, and now fighting across thousands of miles, Xiao Hu, trapped in the palace, seemed to release his long-suppressed emotions at this moment. He wielded his halberd, smashing through any enemy in his attack range, and even snatched a spear with his bare hands, throwing it backhand to kill the sharpshooter who was aiming at him on the spot.

"Your Majesty's Divine Power!"

Several shouts rang out, and the cavalry of the Wuwei Army brandished their weapons wildly. As previously agreed, they protected Lu Bu's flanks without thinking of anything else, and simply followed the flames forward.

Cao Ning watched from behind with shining eyes, a blush rising on his childish face. He thrust out his thick iron spear repeatedly, picking up and killing Song infantrymen on the ground, the scent of blood gradually spreading.

The advancing cavalry, led by their respective generals, scattered and slaughtered their way forward. The troops on the northwest flank began to break apart, and cavalry bearing Wanyan's banner seized the opportunity to charge in from behind, and another series of killing sounds arose.

……

The northern side of the battle line.

More figures clashed together, blood splattering wildly in the conflict. The linked armored cavalry that had broken into the Song army's battle formation began to slow down, and Fang Zi, the Song army commander at the front, breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the fleeing soldiers poured into the formation from the mouth, their eyes wide open and bloodshot, their mouths agape and screaming unconsciously. They pounced on the Song soldiers standing in front of them, knocking them to the ground and rolling into a heap. Some deserters rolled over and sat up, straddling the men and punching the soldiers below them hard in the face, screams and spurting blood.

"Let go! Are you trying to rebel?!"

"Are you crazy? The Qi army is behind us!"

"Kill them!"

Amidst the chaos of the front line, various roars erupted. Yao Gang, his chest heaving slightly, thrust out a spear, killing a Song soldier who tried to advance. The warhorse's forward speed slowed down, and it was then overtaken by the light cavalry following behind. Spears and iron swords slashed at the men, producing a sound of flesh and blood exploding.

The Qi cavalry paid no heed to whether the Song army was fighting amongst themselves. Their sturdy horses knocked down all the entangled men, and their hooves trampled them into the mud without regard for good or evil.

As the sunlight began to dim, in the golden light, battle formations stretched for miles, with people fighting and shouting, their blood being squeezed out and spilled onto the plains.

On the vast battlefield, black seeped into crimson, and waves of flesh and blood spread into the battle formation.

On the battlefield, waves of blood surged inward, and amidst countless hysterical shouts, Yang Zaixing, wielding his long spear, ran past the slowing linked armored cavalry, cutting through the crowd of men for several feet, his armor stained with blood.

Ahead, a Song army general rode up on his warhorse, thrusting his spear forward: "I am Wang, the Commander-in-Chief of Chenzhou of the Great Song Dynasty..."

"Noisy!"

With a loud shout, Yang Zaixing thrust out his spear, piercing the man through with a soft thud. He then flung the corpse away, sending it flying and knocking over two dumbfounded spearmen standing nearby.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Without even glancing at the corpse, Yang Zaixing spurred his horse forward, his long spear flashing, striking, sweeping, and thrusting, charging ahead as if entering an empty field. A warhorse suddenly darted from the side and charged, and Yang Zaixing swung his long weapon forward, slashing down with a loud bang, sparks flying from the weapon.

"What a wicked villain! Did you know that even the Great Song Dynasty has..."

Yang Zaixing felt some force ahead and raised an eyebrow: "Song, you son of a bitch!" Before the man could finish speaking, he gripped his spear tightly and thrust it forward with a distraction.

The opponent gripped a strange weapon with both hands, yelling "Ouch...ya...ah..." as he blocked the spear. However, after only three or five shots, the general was covered in cold sweat. He exclaimed, "Impressive!" and forcefully deflected the spear. Taking advantage of Yang Zaixing's momentary lapse in attention, he turned his horse around and fled.

At this moment, more and more Qi troops were attacking from behind. Lu Fang, who was not as fast or fierce as Yang Zaixing, was still trying his best to catch up with him. When he saw that a Song general was no match for his commander and turned to run away, he quickly put on his halberd, took out his bow and arrow, took a slight aim, and shot an arrow.

Blood splattered, the horse neighed in pain, its hind legs buckled, and it collapsed to the side.

"You scoundrel, how dare you damage my BMW!"

The stumbling figure who fell from his horse quickly turned around, brandishing his unique weapon, the Crescent Moon Bronze Liu, and roared as he looked back. Suddenly, his expression hardened.

The sound of hooves drew near, and the blood-splattered warhorse carrying Yang Zaixing charged straight towards them, its golden tiger head reflecting the sunlight into the general's eyes.

puff--

The spear pierced his chest and emerged from his body. The warhorse galloped forward, and in the instant the spear carried his body forward, the spear was pulled out.

puff-

His body, riddled with holes, lay supine, struggling to raise his arm to cover the wound: "I... Tang Meng... shouldn't..." His voice trailed off, his arm fell, and in his dim gaze, a horse's hoof trodden down.

click-

The corpse trembled, and blood gushed out.

Looking across the entire battlefield, many similar situations are unfolding.

On the west side of the battlefield, Lü Bu led his cavalry in a continued charge. None of his generals could withstand a single blow, and the entire battlefield had turned into a sea of ​​blood. On his flank, a deputy general of the Song army was leading a group that was charging toward them.

Wei He, the guard, roared, "I'll go!" and charged forward on horseback, sword in hand. Behind him, more than three hundred Wuwei cavalry followed him to meet the Song army, and a fierce battle ensued.

"Charge! Charge! The central army is not far away!"

Lu Bu glanced at the Song army's banner in the distance from time to time, then charged forward on horseback again towards the second line of defense that had been set up on the opposite side.

The two sides were not far apart. The spear thrust from the other side was cut in half by the halberd. Red Hare leaped up and flew over the head of the shield bearer in front of it in a very short distance.

As it fell, the spear tip grazed his forelimb, scraping away some flesh. Blood splattered as the halberd fell, but an arc of light flashed from left to right, and the sprayed blood instantly obscured the fiery figure like a thin veil.

"Fire the arrows! Fire them now!"

The general commanding the battle from the rear was covered in sweat, and he couldn't help but shout out as he pointed at the bright red figure over there.

The archers around him looked at him with hesitation. The battle formation on the other side had not yet collapsed. If a rain of arrows were to fall now, it would be hard to say which side would suffer more casualties.

"Quick! Shoot!" came an even more frantic voice. The fiery red figure in front galloped forward again, followed by cavalry charging into the formation. As figures rushed past, the once seemingly solid defensive line began to loosen and collapse.

"shoot--"

The black cavalry came into view, and the archers quickly drew their bows and nocked arrows, only to release their grip in their haste.

Arrows rained down, and a series of sounds of arrows piercing flesh rang out. Several unlucky guards were hit by arrows and fell from their horses. Caught off guard, the Song soldiers screamed and fell to the ground one after another. Their already declining morale vanished instantly. "Run!" they shouted and scattered in all directions.

The crimson warhorse crashed through the crowd in front of him. Lü Bu, with more than two thousand guards following closely behind, cut through the enemy lines and charged towards the crumbling battle formation behind him, his eyes bloodshot.

With high morale and charging forward without reservation, the Qi army, though initially unable to withstand the onslaught, would eventually make mistakes and slow down. If they could hold off the Northern bandit emperor Lü Bu, their own army could slowly advance and encircle him, and these cavalrymen who had entered the fray would inevitably face total annihilation.

Zhang Shuye sincerely looked forward to this moment.

However, while he was in the central army, he saw the armored cavalry charging from the north slow down and stop, and watched as the light cavalry passed by behind him. A general named "Yang" took the lead and charged into the battle formation, heading towards his side.

Looking again at Lü Bu entering the formation in the northwest corner, seeing him charging into the enemy ranks without equal, turning those who blocked his way into corpses, and cutting through several battle formations in succession, yet still maintaining his momentum, my resolve began to waver.

Pointing north, he shouted, "...Stop him!" with a hint of tension in his voice.

"This humble general, Chen Jin, is willing to fight for the commander-in-chief on the battlefield!"

Nearby, a rider charged out with a shout, leading hundreds of men forward, breaking away from the central battle formation, and raised his spear to fire at the silver-armored general.

Without a sound, Chen Jin, sitting on his horse, suddenly leaped up, the two horses passed each other, revealing Yang Zaixing, who was galloping with a long spear and carrying an enemy general. Then, with a flick of his arm, the corpse was shaken to the ground.

Yang Zaixing accepted the punishment for his initial mistake today, but it only made him more resentful. He had never suffered such humiliation on his journey south...

Warm bloodstains smeared on his face, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. The soldiers in the central army in front of him formed a battle formation, their spears protruding outwards like a hedgehog curled up. Yang Zaixing trembled slightly with excitement, and the smell of blood so close at hand made him more sensitive to the danger on this side.

"Sharpshooters, prepare—"

Several voices came from within the formation. Yang Zaixing subconsciously looked back and saw that Lü Fang had caught up with more than a hundred cavalrymen. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick his blood-stained lips.

The smell of rust lingered in his mouth, and his hand gripping the spear tightened.

Do do do—

The arrow pierced the wood with a soft sound, startling the men in the central army. Zhang Shuye suddenly turned around and saw the large banner above his head fluttering downwards, with three long arrows stuck in the flagpole.

who? !

Zhang Shuye instinctively looked towards Lü Bu's direction and saw the fiery red figure lowering his powerful bow. The halberd flashed past, and a jet of blood gushed out in front of him.

"The enemy's central army has been defeated! Generals, charge!"

The powerful voices spread across the battlefield, and the surrounding guards, upon hearing them, began to clamor in unison.

Many Song soldiers instinctively looked back and, sure enough, saw no banner. They became even less willing to fight, threw down their weapons, shouted "Run!", and began to flee.

The surging crowd pulled the shield bearers on the perimeter of the central command post, and many of them ran out of the protection of the wooden shields and took off running.

"We haven't been defeated yet, come back!" Zhang Shuye felt a chill in his heart, his face turned ashen, and he stretched out his arm as if to grab the soldiers who were turning and fleeing in the distance.

"Marshal, let's go!" "The Northern bandits are really coming!"

Several generals and guards quickly helped him onto his warhorse, and he fled in panic.

Yang Zaixing was overjoyed. He roared, releasing his tension, and raised his spear: "Kill!" (End of Chapter)