Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 318 The Defeated Manichaeism

The sun gradually moves, and the light that deviates from the noon position is less blazing and more gentle. Occasionally, a breeze blows, the clouds in the sky drift with the wind, the leaves rustle, swaying the green tree shadows, and the green grass on the ground bends. Lower waist, bringing a...

A strong smell of blood.

"Blessed by Mani Guang Buddha! Kill——"

Zhang Wei and the others rushed there without stopping. They saw the congregation in front of them retreating in retreat, their white robes stained with blood. When they raised their heads to search, they could not see the flags of Gou and Fang. They couldn't help but feel anxious and angry, and a spear was held out in their hands. , roared and charged from the side towards the advancing Liangshan infantry. The followers who followed behind shouted slogans and threw themselves at them at the risk of their lives.

Opposite, someone under Dong Zi's banner issued an order, and the strong archers once again took the lead in releasing and retrieving arrows. The divine arm archers who followed then pulled the hanging knife, and the clicking sounds of the machine were heard together, and the flying arrows were like The locusts ascending to the sky are densely packed and as thin as black dots.

"Gyuya!"

"Raise the shield—"

Wu Fu and Zheng Biao looked behind, their scalps numb, and they quickly shouted a reminder. The running figure in white greeted the shield, and the falling arrow penetrated the human body. The running man fell to the ground with a miserable cry, and faced forward. Sliding out, the soil particles under the grass were lifted into the air by the body.

"My dear Zhang Kui, why didn't you tell me that there are so many archers in Liangshan!" Zhang Wei waved his spear and knocked away the incoming arrows. A trace of cold sweat flowed from his forehead. Just now he watched helplessly as a flying arrow hit the face of his horse. A bloody gash was drawn on the side, and if he turned a little further, he would be able to hit the horse's head directly. If he fell off the horse, he would be in danger.

"Hurry up and close the distance——"

Zheng Biao also had anger in his eyes. When Zhang Wei was shouting, another arrow was shot from behind the Liangshan formation. He quickly kicked the horse in the belly and charged forward. He was already within the enemy's range. At this time, it was better to turn around and move forward desperately. Maybe he could survive. Go down.

Wu Fu also had the same idea. He gritted his teeth and whipped the horse with the barrel of his gun. The horse suddenly jumped out and walked through the whizzing rain of arrows. The falling arrows penetrated into the soil and stirred up some loose soil. The next moment, this man said "Ah——" He let out a scream and looked down, only to see an arrow hit his leg.

In the chaotic situation, the first few people who charged had already rushed into the rows of sword and shield wielders. Wu Fu ignored the thigh that was hit by the arrow, gritted his teeth and grasped the spear, and collided with it with a bang. The war horses and shields were thrown into the air. At this moment, the hand was hit and hissed, and the flesh and blood exploded. The body that was knocked away hit the body of Chang Zhanshou behind, and the two people immediately stuck together and turned into a rolling gourd, rolling away.

"I..." Wu Fu opened his mouth to shout, but suddenly a black-faced man rushed over, swung his mountain axe, and struck hard at the horse's leg.

click-

The sound of broken bones sounded, and the horse screamed miserably again, and then fell to the side. Wu Fu was injured in the leg and was weak. He watched the scenery in his field of vision falling. The moment he fell to the ground, his head was no longer there. He hit the ground in a controlled manner, his vision went dark for a moment, and when he opened it again, the bloody ax blade fell down.

puff--

Blood splattered, and the chopped human skull rolled away. Zhang Wei, who also rushed in from the side, couldn't help but became furious: "How dare you kill my brother, you thief!"

The spear in his hand missed the target and hit the spear. He misplaced his hands and the tip of the spear pierced the chest of the sword and shield hand on the other side. A stray arrow flew from the side. He lay on his back to avoid it. He saw it on the other side. He was outstanding in martial arts. He took a deep breath, kicked his big feet hard on the ground, jumped out, and suddenly stepped into the air: "Kill!"

Zhang Wei stood up straight and sat up, with the ax approaching his head. He quickly raised his spear to block with both hands. There was a sound, and the gold iron splashed some sparks. The war horse deflected and blocked the two spears. In his sight, the ax swept towards him. Slash the horse's leg.

This man from the south didn't dare to be lazy, so he quickly stretched out his spear to block it, and then there was a trembling sound of metal. He lost his temper and walked with the ax. The man on the horse slashed at him. Zhang Wei was miserable by this attack. He lost his horse speed at this time, and was harassed by Liangshan village soldiers from time to time. A spear was divided into nine points for defense and one point for attack. Under the barrier, there were several wounds on the war horse's body. Amidst the pitiful whine, the thick horse's blood continued to flow, and the man suddenly wanted to retreat.

However, at this time, the attack became more and more fierce, and the force of the chop was more and more powerful. Zhang Wei felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to block, and more and more Liangshan soldiers came around. Finally, he roared and used his remaining power. , stabbed and smashed with spears, forcing everyone away, and broke out with a rein of the horse. Only then did he feel some burning pain in his legs, but he didn't know who had taken the opportunity to make a few cuts, and blood was flowing with it. The war horse was heaving and dripping on the ground, and it was unclear whether it was human blood or horse blood.

Zhang Wei beat his legs hard, and walked away with the sound of arrows piercing the air all around. He turned his head and looked back unwillingly, and saw Zheng Biao, who was still trapped on one side of the formation, roaring and slashing with a big sword. Slashing left and right, several figures holding large shields flew out backwards. The broken shield fragments flew everywhere. The ugly faces were as ferocious as evil ghosts. The figures wearing armor set off a wave in the Liangshan battle formation. The white-clothed sect who followed them However, the crowd scattered like waves crashing onto a rock. The swung sword struck the leather armor and cut a hole. The habitual thought was that the opponent must have been seriously injured and fell to the ground. The figure in white who had not checked it raised his legs and wanted to rush. Then he was stabbed in the chest with a backhand knife by the opponent, and hot blood splashed on his cold face.

The sword's light was like the moon, splitting the air and letting out a roar.

In the midst of shouting at the top of his lungs, the two long-stalkers were slashed in two. The screams echoed in the battlefield. Only then did Zheng Biao have time to look back. Seeing the blood of the believers behind him, he could not help but tremble slightly on the spot. .

This scene was completely different from what he imagined using himself as the spear to break through the battle formation.

Not far away, a tall figure with a slight bulge in the leather armor and chest rushed over with the sun and moon swords in both hands. Zheng Biao casually slashed it with his sword, but she rolled away and dodged it. The moment he stood up, his strong arms His legs suddenly jumped up with force, and he heard a loud shout from the figure wielding a knife with both hands. Zheng Biao clearly heard that it was a woman's voice. He quickly swung his arm wrongly, and the shining moon knife struck the rotating shaft of the knife. The moment she went up and down, the Japanese sword in the woman's hand stretched forward and slashed away.

"roll--"

The war horse deflected, Zheng Biao's arms bulged, and he swung his sword fiercely. The figure in mid-air could not withstand the huge force and was pushed backwards. The moment he landed, he rolled to relieve his strength and stood up with his arms on the ground, revealing a Zhang Ying's pretty and angry face is none other than Hu Sanniang who went to the front line to fight.

"The lowly maid seeks death!"

Zheng Biao shouted, urged his horse, raised the sword in his hand, and rushed towards the woman who had just stood up over there with a grin.

The crowd moved, the crowded spearmen were pushed away, and then there was a loud sound of metal clashing. The swung sword was blocked by the crested axe. Sparks burst out between the blades, and the retracted blade collapsed. A gap appeared, and the burly young man on the other side stepped back continuously, and after he stood still, he let out a breath.

Before Zheng Biao could show off his strength, more than ten well-equipped soldiers over there instantly formed a small battle formation. These ten people were all elite personal guards around Lu Bu. In addition to the standard leather armor, swords, and projectiles on their backs, The spears are also equipped with a large shield, a long spear, and a short spear in hand.

In an instant, the three people in front raised their shields, and four spears stretched out from above the shields. The man holding the crested ax stood on one side, and the people behind him pulled out their short crossbows and took aim.

"Fuck you!"

Zheng Biao's hair stood up instantly. He tugged on the reins. When the horse turned around, the guard over there pulled the hanging knife. With a soft sound of machine, the crossbow arrows flew out. Zheng Mojun on the horse dodged a few arrows. A scream of cold light suddenly shook his body, and he groaned. He covered his waist and abdomen with his arms, and a crossbow arrow coated with black paint was exposed between his fingers. Blood continued to flow down the crossbow shaft and wet his palms. .

"Don't let him run away!" Hu Sanniang shouted, gritting her teeth. She had boasted so much in front of Lu Bu a few days ago, but she almost confessed to him today, and she couldn't help but feel scared.The guards in front also reacted quickly. Before Hu Sanniang could call out, they had already drawn out their throwing spears. As they waved their arms, several spear shadows flew up. The rhombus-shaped spearheads were inserted into the ground with falling force and splashed dust. Zheng Biao turned his head. Watching Fang's heart relaxed, he suddenly felt that his mount was dwarfed, and his whole body was overturned to the ground, rolling into the dust. He only felt a buzzing sound in his ears. He raised his head and struggled twice, but his arms were too weak to hold him up. , I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Over there, Hu Sanniang was overjoyed when she saw him fall off the horse. She ran towards him with her long legs. Yu Cheng behind was shocked. She shouted "Follow me!" and led her guards forward to follow him.

The person who fell over there gradually heard the sounds of killing from all around, and pain hit his waist and abdomen at the same time. Big beads of sweat flowed down his face. At the same time, he felt his face was sore from the sweat, but it was... When he landed on the ground, there were several cuts on his face.

But he also knew that this was the critical moment, so he gasped twice, pushed up his body with both arms, staggered to his feet, and ran forward two steps using both hands and feet. Unconsciously, a black shadow fell from the sky, and then he felt His neck tightened, and his whole body was pulled towards the ground by a force.

"Huh? Ah!"

A scream came out of his mouth, and in the next moment, his whole body was pulled and slid backwards. The ugly man grabbed the rope around his neck with both hands, kicked his feet, and twisted his head. He saw a red rope stretched straight. Just now The woman who had sneak-attacked her was dragging her body back to run, and figures beside her rushed past her.

"Bitch!!"

Zheng Biao roared in despair, staring at the graceful figure not far away. The big ax with the crest came into view, and then he felt that his vision kept turning, and then he fell into darkness and lost consciousness.

Under the skylight, the brutal fighting continued. People in white clothes kept shouting "Blessed by Mani Guang Buddha!" ​​and rushed towards Liangshan's defense line. Then they were blocked by large shields. Wen was stabbed with knives and spears. Hot blood sputtered out.

The dead man who was covered in blood frowned, wiped the blood from his face, stared at the battlefield situation with big eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Pick up the head of the dead man just now, and let the other side surrender!"

The soldiers who obeyed the order quickly turned around. After a while, someone picked up Wu Fu's head. When they saw Yu Cheng, they immediately turned around. Zheng Biao's dead head also came into view.

"The messenger is dead! The messenger is dead!"

"The messenger is dead, run!"

"Don't block my way!"

The white-clothed sect members who had been fighting for a long time as if they were not afraid of life and death finally began to collapse. The blood-stained figures turned around, and their faces no longer had the enthusiasm of shouting Mani Guang Buddha. Some people threw away their swords and shields just to reduce their weight and run away. With a quick step, some figures slashed the figures in front of them with their swords, and continued to run forward, stepping on the bodies of their companions.

He was overjoyed to see him from behind, and shouted quickly: "Catch up, tell Dong Xian not to shoot arrows, drive him to the rear, and go and personally inform the gang in Jiangzhou."

Someone nearby quickly picked up the horn, licked his lips, swallowed hard, and blew the horn.

The soldiers of Liangshan who still maintained their formation began to advance. A messenger rushed to the rear and loudly conveyed orders to the Jiangzhou heroes who were suffering from multiple wounds. After a while, the heroes in different clothes mustered up their courage and ran forward.

The ground in the sun seemed to be shaking violently, and the sight of the figure riding on a war horse, and the figure rushing in front of Bao Daoyi's eyes widened at the moment.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"

"I want to go home!"

Amidst the buzzing sound, the two leaders suddenly became anxious and waved their hands outwards, shouting: "Go to the side, don't rush into us."

"Move aside!"

"That way..."

"Don't come here!"

Frightened voices rang out. How could the approaching crowd listen to what the two of them said? They rushed into the bewildered congregants behind. These people could not stop the rushing crowd and were unwilling to fight with the congregants. The brothers fought each other with swords and were gradually dragged into the defeated crowd.

In the panic, someone bumped the head of Bao Dao B's horse. The horse deflected and was hit by someone again. He simply turned around and started running. Bao Dao B pulled the reins twice, but the horse still ran forward, angry. The man looked up to the sky and sighed, and had no choice but to ride on the horse and let it run away.

Fang Maung was still there using Fang Tian's painted halberd to call out the approaching crowd. He inadvertently turned his head and saw the situation behind him. He suddenly knew that there was nothing he could do to save his life, so he could only curse angrily, pull the reins, turn his horse and retreat with the crowd.

Zhang Kui was the only one who was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. When the defeated soldiers rushed towards him, he hesitated for a moment and could not run out. As a result, he was dragged back to the stronghold by the defeated soldiers. He could only sit on his horse and sigh, not knowing what to do. .

The moment the sun went west, the battlefield in Xiaogushan gradually fell silent. The sound of fighting had disappeared. Occasionally, under the dim sky, a few miserable screams were heard. Soon after, it became silent. In the breeze, there were The figure wearing leather armor walked in the dim light, and from time to time poked the corpses on the ground with the spear and sword in his hand. The person who had not yet died screamed when he was poked, and was stabbed into the heart by the standing figure, and the body was immediately dragged away. Throw it into a pit.

In the wilderness, someone lit a bonfire, and the man with many wounds sat down and panted. Today, he won!

　Zhang Wei, the Flying Tiger General, was one of the eight hussars on Fang La's side. He fought with Liangshan's Thunderbolt Fire during the Qin and Ming Dynasties, and died under Sun Li's whip when the city of Suzhou was broken.

　　Wu Fu, Feitian General, same as above, fought Xu Ning for thirty rounds and was later killed by Fan Rui.

　　Zheng Biao, a general under La's command in the south of the Yangtze River, killed Wang Ying and Hu Sanniang and his wife, and died at the hands of Guan Sheng.

　　
　
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