Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

On the messy battlefield, there were people walking, holding guns and drawing knives to touch up the corpses that were still alive. Some were still alive and crawled to leave, but were immediately chased and hacked to death on the ground. There was a big sign with the word "Jing" written on it. The flag fell to the ground, its tattered flag covered with messy footprints.

"Brother, this unit has been defeated, and the living people have fled in all directions." Du Bo approached on horseback, his green armor covered with blood stains, and pulled out a piece of velvet to remove the blood fat on the tip of the snake spear. He wiped away the blood and stuffed it back into the saddle: "What's next?"

"Ma Ling and the others are already the main force looking for each other." The figure on the red rabbit looked at the iron pot with a hole in it not far away, frowned, lightly kicked the horse's belly, and the fiery red horse slowly moved towards As he ran forward, his black cloak swayed from side to side, making a ripple of wrinkles: "Send an order to the entire army. Keep your swords in their sheaths and your horses without stopping. While your courage is still there, go around and eat this enemy soldier."

"Yes."

The people around heard a roar, and the knights who were listening couldn't help but look this way. A guard dismounted his horse and shouted while running: "Military order: Don't put the sword in the sheath, the horse won't stop, keep moving forward!" "

"Military order: Don't put the sword into its sheath, and the horse will not stop..."

As the sound faded away, the figure who was walking on the ground to finish up the damage stopped searching, ran two steps to the war horse, got on the horse's back, shook the reins, lightly kicked the horse's belly, and headed forward to flag the flag.

Soon, the sound of horns echoed in the sky. The horse army that had surprised the enemy started out on a cone-shaped terrain. Under the leadership of the scouts, it rushed directly towards the main force of the army in Daming Mansion in the distance.

In the middle of the team, looking around at his comrades who were rising and falling, Zeng Tu, who was forced to participate in the attack, looked a little strange. He attacked an enemy ten times his own with less than an army. At first, the eldest son of the Zeng family had a deliberate intention. Disdainful, determined to work without any effort, just to turn around and run away if something went wrong.

However, when the Song Dynasty's official army collapsed at the first touch, he was more stunned, wondering why the Central Plains Empire's army was defeated so easily.

After receiving the order to continue the assault, the female true man could not speak for a long time.

madman!

Those who are all crazy are crazy!
This is an evaluation I made in my heart after holding it back for a long time. Just listening to the loud sound of horse hooves on the ground all around, my blood gradually boiled. The hand holding the spear couldn't help but tighten a little. I had the idea of ​​​​expecting the other party to succeed, and I couldn't help but feel that I added something in my heart——

I'm crazy too!

Two thousand cavalry raided 20,000. Even if they killed the opponent's 4,000 vanguards, there was still a gap of eight times in strength. The opponent's style of play was obviously to rely on speed to catch the opponent off guard. However, if there was a difference, this small number of troops would be like sheep. Entering the tiger's mouth, it can be easily swallowed.

At this time, the Daming Prefecture team in the rear was preparing to set up camp. Wang Huan, the commander of the Chinese Army's Henan and Hebei Jiedushi, wanted to continue moving forward to find his colleagues. However, Wen Da, the supervisor of Daming Prefecture, was furious. Jing Zhong, who was the vanguard, actually came back after dark. If you don't return, do you really think you can't cure him?

I came back this time to let him know what military orders are like mountains!

Unknown to them, the cavalrymen in the distance took a break, wrapped their horses' hooves in cotton cloth, and started galloping wildly.

……

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the cold moon is isolated behind the clouds, and the night sky is pitch black and without any light.

Military camp.

The lit bonfire illuminated the patrolling soldiers. In the central tent, the shadows cut by the firelight on the tent sat motionless. There were others bending aside to fight, and an angry voice came out. As the chief general in this bandit suppression, Wen Da knew that his experience was not as good as Wang Huan's, but the veteran general had the consciousness of being a soldier. Military orders were issued and executed immediately without delay or prevarication.

Therefore, the Commander-in-Chief of the Daming Mansion was willing to give the veteran the respect he deserved, and even discussed with him most of the time before issuing orders. Now that he heard the guard's reply, he suddenly became furious and slapped the table. curse.

"Jing Zhong is a general of the Song Dynasty in vain. He is also a man who has experienced battles for a long time. How could he not know the importance of exchanging information between the front and rear armies! Even if he is greedy for money and wants to hunt for wild food in several villages, It’s time to send someone to report it, now this situation is nothing!?”

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his slightly red palms: "Encirclement and suppression by land and water. If all the armies are united by then, there will be no trouble in the other places. Only in Daming Mansion can we not find the vanguard figure. I don't know the male and female. Wouldn't it be necessary?" I was laughed out of my colleagues!"

With a heavy breath, the mighty military commander slowly closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again: "Go to Old General Wang and ask him to go forward to assist Jing Xianfeng, and also ask Old General Li Tiancheng, who is escorting the grain and grass tonight, to Come closer to me, don't want to come back..." He made a fist with his hand and said, "Then don't even think about having food to eat!"

The guard who reported the news nodded in agreement, turned around and walked to the door of the big tent. Before he reached out to lift the curtain, Wen Da's voice came from behind: "Do this matter quietly. Don't let anyone know about it. It will be detrimental to the morale of the army."

The guard nodded heavily and Wenda snorted. He sat in his seat for a long time and then stood up. He walked to the table beside him and reached out to open the map of Kanyu. He looked at the shape of Yunzhou's territory above and was silent for a long time.

Not long after, the camp door opened, and several figures ran out and headed in their own directions.

The night wind howled, pressing against the body and causing the clothes to flutter backwards. We could only walk fifteen miles to the west, and a few firelights were flickering in the dark sky. The soldiers who were stretching their hands around the campfire to keep warm occasionally looked at the largest tent here, with the lights inside. In the bright light, there is a figure holding a book in one hand and carrying it on the other hand, slowly walking back and forth, and there is a faint rhythm of an old voice.

"The old general is still reading a book this late at night."

"Is it strange to read a book? The old general can read but no one is allowed to read?"

"I mean, at such an age, I can still read handwriting clearly, unlike my old man who can't even see what I look like from a distance."

"Maybe someone is a marksman."

The soldiers chatted a few words at once, and when the cold wind blew, they all turned back and moved towards the bonfire.

There are many people with strong martial arts skills in Daming Prefecture, the most famous are Wen Da and Li Cheng. However, in the eyes of the sergeants like him, they admire Suo Chao, Yu Dajiang, Li Tiancheng and other soldiers who have worked hard step by step to survive. Chao is fierce and has a bad temper; Yu Dajiang loves to compete with others; Li Tiancheng is old and gentle, and is most respected by his subordinates.

Therefore, the veteran general's order came down, and the sergeants below were willing to abide by it. Now they are leading the troops in the rear to guard the food and grass for the army. They strictly ordered the troops not to drink alcohol. There were sentries inside and outside the camp, and the patrolling sergeants patrolled back and forth from time to time.

In the big tent, the gray-haired veteran looked rosy and was walking back and forth in an old military uniform. He was holding a script written by an unknown person in his hand and was reading it with gusto. From time to time, he cursed nonsense in his hometown dialect. .

Outside the camp, the patrolling sergeant passed by. Hearing the unintelligible words inside, he couldn't help but feel respectful. Although he didn't know what was said, he thought it was all from the book. The old general was indeed able to read and write.

On the earth, a thin layer of mist rose up from nowhere. In the somewhat cold air, the night owl chirped somewhere. At a certain moment, he closed his mouth, fluttered his wings and flew up into the sky.

To the northeast, in the pitch-black wilderness, there were black shadows surging, and horse hooves wrapped in cotton galloped across the ground. (End of chapter)