Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Your coach has been defeated, why don't you dismount and surrender!"

One voice after another came from all directions, converging into a huge sound. Zengtou Shixiang Yong, who was surrounded by Liangshan village soldiers, was killed early and lost his fighting spirit. He looked at the surrounding cavalry in panic, wondering who would be the first to let go. Hand, the weapon fell down with a clang, and then there was a bang bang bang bang sound of the weapon falling to the ground.

The wind blew over the wall, and the elder Zeng who was standing on it swayed, and closed his eyes in despair. In the wilderness, there were still people breaking through with guns.

"Go away——"

Zeng Tu kept waving the steel gun in his hand. The leader across from him was wearing iron armor. Even his minions were protected by leather armor. He couldn't help but curse Song Guan'er in his heart for his incompetence for raising such a big thief.

With a spear in his hand, Zeng Tu mainly focused on sweeping. Now he just wanted to break out of the encirclement, but now he was surrounded by layers of cavalry and he still couldn't break away. He was stuck in the crowd.

"Drink-"

Zeng Tu let out a sigh of relief, and shot several minions in front of him off their horses with several shots, and controlled the horses to pass through. In front of him, a man wearing animal bronze armor and holding a three-ting machete ran over and took the lead. Cut it down with one knife.

when--

The point-steel gun held the broadsword firmly. The Jurchen man gritted his teeth to block it. He suddenly shook his arms to block the sword, and stabbed the opponent with his backhand. When the opponent blocked with the sword, the tip of the gun hung down and kicked the horse's belly. Rush away quickly.

"Where to escape!"

The sword was swung in the air. Huang Shijun didn't know that the opponent had no fighting spirit and was just making a feint. With a roar, he raised the reins and chased. Zeng Tu's horse was also a well-chosen horse. Even if he was half a beat too late, he could not catch up.

But how could so many people let him run away.

Xie Ning wielded his two swords and rushed towards the horse. Zeng Tu wanted to run away, but the sword and gun were entangled but could not collide twice. Then he made a false stab and turned to run. As his eyes turned inadvertently, a general pointed his bow at this person. There seemed to be strings ringing in my ears.

Boom——

Zeng Tu was shocked. He lowered his head and dodged an arrow. When he stood up and looked over there, he saw another slender black shadow shining coldly in front of him. He could no longer avoid it. He only felt a pain in his shoulder, and half of it was suddenly numb. His body fell backwards and he fell off his mount. Several cavalrymen rushed forward and tied him up.

Huang Shijun reined in his horse and gradually stopped in front of the Jurchen man. He looked down and heard the sound of hoofbeats in his ears. He saw that Xie Ning was chasing after him and said, "This man is really like a loach. He is so hard to catch." .”

"Who says otherwise?" Xie Ning shook his head and looked at the man riding over: "Thanks to Brother Cui Meng for being good at shooting, otherwise we would have lost all our face if he had gone elsewhere."

"This is my good luck." The man on horseback laughed and patted his bow: "At least I have lived up to my reputation of being good at shooting, and I am not making people laugh at me."

"You wait for more to defeat the less, you are not considered a hero!" Zeng's face was covered with sweat and dust, and he struggled hard. He was only shot in the shoulder, and was held down by two village soldiers behind him. He couldn't break free, and a pair of eyes The fire-breathing one looked at a few people.

Cui Meng curled his lips and said: "The two armies are facing each other. If we don't take advantage of our armor and our large number of troops, is it possible that we have to strip naked and fight you?"

"What's the point of telling him this?" Xie Ning shook his head and sheathed his swords: "Let's go and take him to find my brother. This Zengtou City should also take..."

As he spoke, his eyes widened as he looked at the wall. He swallowed back the unfinished words and scratched his cheeks: "It seems that there is no need."

Several people listening turned their heads together, and even Zeng Tu looked strangely. On the wall of Zengtou City, the flags of Di, Zhao, and Liu were flying, and the closed door was opening. This Jurchen man suddenly looked at Several people hissed: "What did you do?"

Huang Shijun gave him a meaningful look: "If you take this place, what else is there?" Zeng Tu was speechless, but his heart was pounding.

……

On the city wall, Liu Yuan, who was dressed in military uniform, looked at the old Jurchen who was tied up like a rice dumpling. He looked out at the battlefield that had calmed down. He took a breath and said, "Brother, even if we didn't divide our troops last night, let me wait to capture the two gates at the back. Now. I’m afraid we can win this place in one go.”

Zhao Li leaned against the wall: "Even so, in terms of the art of war, this is the best method." Looking sideways at the people who were cleaning the battlefield below the city, he said lightly: "Use a strong army to attract most people's attention. If they are concentrated together, the defense in other directions will be weak. It will be much easier for you and me to attack the rear with the Di Lei brothers. Just now we fought bravely against this village, and it is a commendation to be defeated at the first touch."

Look at the flags of all parties that have started to march: "If we focus a fierce attack on one place, even if we can attack, Zhemo will still suffer some losses. There are only a few people in my battalion with minor injuries, and Brother Liu's side is not that many."

Liu Yuan was silent and nodded: "There are only three or five of them. The most serious thing is that they were shot in the arm by an arrow." After a pause: "There are too few of them and their bows and arrows are weak. It is rare for them to be able to hold on and not run away."

"...Home is here." Zhao Li looked a little confused.

Liu Yuan looked at him: "Are you pitying these people?"

"It doesn't count..." Zhao Li shook his head, hesitated and sighed: "Maybe... there is."

Liu Yuan looked at him indifferently: "There is no need for this. These Jurchens don't have a good reputation here. They bully the market and destroy many other people's crops in order to raise horses. They are really careless. They are not very good people."

"……perhaps."

The soft words were blown away by the wind. The people cleaning the battlefield below happily gathered the horses. The injured Xiang Yong inspected them. If they were seriously injured, they directly helped them free with a knife. If they were lightly injured, they dragged them aside to bandage them and wait. Faluo, the bloody atmosphere seemed to be getting heavier for a while.

Lu Bu rode Red Rabbit and walked slowly towards Zengtou City. Perhaps after a fight, Red Rabbit looked much more excited. His horse tail swung from side to side, snoring frequently and walking briskly. The moment he walked into the gate , looked at Di Lei who was holding two hammers and said: "Is everything going well?"

"Everything went smoothly." Di Lei cupped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile: "The three battalions and I only injured dozens of people, and no one died."

Lu Bu jumped off his horse, led Red Rabbit and walked inside, gesturing for the young commander to follow him: "How are you doing over there with Du Bo?"

"Brother Du Bo divided his men into two and patrolled the road behind. He didn't see anyone running out." After a pause, Di Lei raised his eyebrows: "By the way, brother, we met brother Ma Ling and he tied him up. The second son of the Zeng family has returned and is now waiting for Xie at the Zeng family."

"It's good luck." Lu Bu smiled, thought for a moment and said, "So... Now all the five sons of the Zeng family have been captured, and two coaches have been spared... Where is the head of the Zeng family?"

Di Lei looked back at the top of the city and pointed with his hand: "Over there, brother Liu Yuan is watching."

"Bring him here later." Lu Bu turned and walked forward without looking back: "It's best for a family to be together."

Di Lei chuckled: "I'm going to pick someone up right now." After saying that, he turned around and climbed up the city wall.

The sun was skewed and under the darkened sky, the battlefield had been cleaned. The excited Ma Jun soldiers walked up to the wall and put up the Liangshan banner. When the wind blew, it flapped outwards.

Just when the sun was setting in the west and turning red, several horses came running along the road. The man wearing official uniforms suddenly changed his color when he looked at the flag on the wall. He pulled the reins and stopped, looked carefully, and turned his horse. Rein: "Go back!"

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and a plume of smoke returned towards Lingzhou City. (End of chapter)