Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Don't stop, keep moving forward!"

Fighting his way out of the crowd, Yao Gang shook off the dead body hanging on the iron gun. Thick blood dripped down the gun barrel. The bloody smell on the battlefield stimulated the nerves in his brain, and he grinned and shouted: "Speed ​​up and disperse this Western army!"

The sprint could not last more than a mile, and everyone still had energy left. When they heard Yao Gang's roar, they all shouted loudly, and the horses neighed and continued to charge. The armors of men and horses were covered with the enemy's flesh and blood. Half of an arm is embedded in the joint, and it can't help but sway with the running, as if waving.

Gao Shixuan retreated to the rear and wanted to reorganize his array to stop the charging cavalry, but he did not have the weapons to withstand the heavy cavalry. When he came into contact with the hastily formed gun forest again, he was run over by the armored cavalry with a crackling sound.

The strong general of the Western Army had no choice but to shout, and turned around to retreat towards the Chinese army. The surviving Western troops were scattered in all directions. Some were killed and wounded on the spot by Bian Xiang and Daji who caught up, while others ran to the Liangshan stronghold in a panic. , was chopped down in a pool of blood.

There were sounds of fighting all around. Someone was holding a standard long knife and killed three people in a row, saving the pale man below with weak legs.

"If you don't want to die, come with Sajia!"

The young man with a somewhat arrogant face said hello, and the people who fell on the ground looked at each other and helped them to their feet. Looking at the fiercely fighting crowd behind them, they did not dare to neglect. A dozen people followed the arrogant young man and retreated to the chaotic battlefield.

"Kill--" While shouting fiercely, the young man struck the unsuspecting village soldier on the head with the sword in his hand. He stepped forward and blended into the crowd of officers and soldiers. He looked at the Liangshan bandit soldiers who were advancing on the front line and turned his eyes to the surroundings. The fighting officers and soldiers shouted: "Send the general's order to move closer to the Chinese army!"
The sword was flashing, and the water entering the lake began to move together with the surrounding soldiers.

……

Almost at the same time.

"Array up!"

Wang Wende looked at the cavalry attacking in the sun with fear. His heart was beating crazily. As an army that had just been defeated by cavalry once, the morale of his soldiers was low now. Forming a formation was just to add some lives to the opponent's advance. However, if they were separated at this time, how could they run far on two legs?
At this point in his thoughts, the veteran's breathing became rapid, and the color on his face began to fade. The more than a thousand soldiers who hadtily formed around him were trembling. There was an archer who held the bow and made two clanging sounds. He couldn't draw the bowstring, and he couldn't help crying. A handful of snot and tears flowed down his face. The sound tugged at the heartstrings, and the array began to loosen, revealing several passages that were large enough for war horses to gallop.

On the opposite side, Red Rabbit moved its four hooves violently, blowing out strong air from its nostrils. Lu Bu on horseback waved his halberd, looking at the loose array with disdain, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Charge over! Go straight in. military!"

The galloping horses quietly changed formations while moving, and the compact formation spread out, running through the cleared passage with a rumble.

The standing officers and soldiers had their eyes closed, and their noses were filled with the smell of the sweat of the running horses. Loess rose up on their faces as the horses' hooves galloped. After a cloud of smoke and dust, everyone's face was covered with a thin layer of soil, and their foreheads were covered with dust. The sweat flowing down from his upper body was washed with black lines and white lines, making him extremely embarrassed.

Wang Wende watched helplessly as the cavalrymen ran past his own military formation. The man wearing green dragon armor who ran past him didn't even look at him. At this moment, he thought about it and the veins in his hand holding the handle of the knife were exposed: "That's too much! "

There was resentment in the old voice, and several soldiers beside him opened their mouths. Someone suggested: "General, why not take the opportunity to attack that group of cavalry from behind?"

The old figure straightened up, raised the hand holding the knife, and waved it fiercely: "Send the order——"

Everyone around looked at the old man riding on the horse, and Wang Wende's straight back suddenly collapsed: "While the traitors have no time, quickly retreat to Puzhou..."

Everyone dropped their weapons and ran wildly.

Behind them, the sound of horse hooves became faster and faster. The dispersed formation closed up again after passing through the officers and soldiers. The figure on the red rabbit in front grinned.

"Enemy attack——"

"Enemy attack——"

The sound of warning echoed in the air, and the soldiers of the Western Army surrounded below were hurriedly walking. The huge signs in the front row plunged into the ground and put down their sticks. They looked at the incoming cavalry army in confusion. Two commanders in the army shouted loudly. Shouting "Calm down -" "Shooter, prepare!", countless soldiers in the battle were adjusting their breathing.

"Shoot -" Poyin's shout echoed, and Liu Yanqing turned around on the hill with a pale complexion. In his sight, the arrows from both sides rose into the sky, intertwined with each other and fell, making a whooshing sound in the air. In the ear, he fell into the rushing cavalry, and the arrow was stuck in the face of the person. The blood-stained face fell to the sky and fell off the horse, and more of them passed through the galloping figures and penetrated into the ground.

The horse's hooves flew and swirled up the mud and grass. Even if someone occasionally fell off his horse and died in the advancing horse army, the momentum continued.

The formation of the Western Army had just been shot by a round of arrows. A Yuhou pushed the corpse in front of him away, took a breath and picked up the spear thrown on the ground, put it on the big shield, and shouted loudly: "Strengthen your steps steadily." , coming from the other side!"

Hua Hua——

The spears in the front row poked out, forming a sharp spear-shield formation.

Hundreds of sword and shield wielders roared "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", their eyes turned red from stimulation, and their hands and feet clenched their weapons tightly, some of them trembling slightly.

The ground beneath their feet shook more and more violently, and the horse army rushed towards them.

……

The sound of hoofbeats was like thunder, and accompanied by the sound of shouting, Lu Bu on the ups and downs of the horse stretched his bow and drew an arrow to the string. He aimed at the target in front and suddenly let go, and a black shadow left the string with an explosion of sound.

Behind the large shields of the officers and soldiers, the commander in helmets was desperately trying to cheer up his subordinates. The sound of breaking through the air came from mid-air. Without thinking, he turned sideways suddenly, but he was a step too late. An arrow slammed into his shoulder blade. The arm flew into the sky and landed next to the screaming figure holding the broken arm.

The next moment, the spears of the army in front came out of their shields. Lu Bu put away his bow and put on his halberd, and pulled the reins.

Red Rabbit hissed, and before touching the spear, the horse's body suddenly stood up. Smoke and dust rose up in the back kick. Lu Bu leaned forward and waved Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand. In the flash of cold light, several of the spears that were thrust towards him were chopped. Breaking, the spearman who was shaken by the violent force could not bear the strength and fell to the ground.

"Come on -"

The spreading iron hooves brought up a raging wave. Du Bo used both arms to push the eight-foot-long snake spear against a side sign, and with a bang, the shield and the person flew out.

Shi Wengong's face was ferocious, and he swung away the spear thrust in front of him with a halberd in his hand. He drove his horse into a shield and heard a crack. The man who rushed into the formation quickly swung his blade, hacking to death the shield-bearing figures on both sides, and charged forward. .

The figures rushing behind them at high speeds slammed into the shields and the forest of guns with decisive expressions. Huge impact force came. There were people who could not withstand the impact and were knocked into the air with their shields, and the dead bodies were swept into the iron hoofs. Underneath, they were trampled to pulp in the blink of an eye, and some cavalrymen were stabbed by the spears and hung in the air. Then the man holding the spear was beheaded to the ground by the knights who followed.

The charging figures and defensive soldiers continued to fall, and the figure that rushed over at the first moment continued to rush forward crazily. Someone quickly followed up the gap cleared behind them, expanding the width of the gap.

The figure wearing a bright red cloak rushed to the front. A general of unknown rank was hung on the halberd. He was flung away with a wave. The returning halberd beat others to death and smashed them away again. Under the extreme power and speed, there was no one in front of him. If it can be blocked, the blood and residual value will draw arcs.

"Liu Yanqing! Stand there and wait for someone!"

A deep and majestic voice spread across the battlefield, his cloak fluttered in the air, and a Yuhou was lifted into the air by a painted halberd. Du Bo, who was charging from behind, glanced at the body that flew to eye level with him, and pierced the road with a snake spear in his hand. sergeant.

As the horse's hooves galloped, the deputy commander of the Western Army who was directing the archer was hit by a sword in his hand, and the red rabbit's strong muscles smashed into his face.

The man who once roamed the grasslands and the Central Plains seemed to have returned to his former high-spirited age. He laughed loudly and waved his halberd to smash away any enemies he could see. His big hands grabbed the face of a ten general who passed by and lifted him up. He stood up and threw him away. Chitu followed up and crushed his head with a kick.

"This is the Western Army?! Haha...hahahaha——"

The voice is arrogant and makes people change their faces. (End of chapter)