Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In the black night, torches burned and illuminated the panicked and tired figures. Gao Biao looked at the darkness and felt that there were figures squinting at the sky. His heart skipped a beat: "Avoid..."

A wave of arrows fell in the night sky without warning. The sound of swishing through the sky interrupted the words of warning. The screams suddenly rang out. The figure holding the torch fell to the ground, and dark red blood flowed out from under him. , slowly flowing towards the flickering flame.

Gao Biao grabbed a torch, threw it aside, and threw it in the direction of the arrow rain.

call--

The horses' hooves hit the ground, and the galloping war horses instantly lost their darkness in the swirling firelight. The dense figures made the Liao Army deputy general who fell on the ground widen his eyes.

"Form up! Quick!"

He shouted loudly, and while standing up, he picked up a fallen spear and threw it forward with all his strength. The weapon with the spear flying across the air was missed by Lu Bu who was rushing in front with his halberd. Rushing at the front, relying on fast horses and thick armor, when galloping past, the Liao soldiers holding shields were violently knocked away with a bang. The red rabbit galloped non-stop, puffing out white hot air, and rushed behind to throw a spear. The general thrust out his halberd.

A warning bell rang in the village behind.

Gao Biao was agile and his reflexes were not weak. He dodged to the side. The cold light of the sharp blade streaked across his arm, bringing up a stream of blood. His strong body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang. He followed up from behind. Shi Wengong's eyes flashed, and the horse stepped over. The sound of broken bones resounded under the horse's hooves. The unfortunate general covered his thigh and roared. Then more horses rushed over, and the screams suddenly stopped.

"kill--"

Lu Bu did not stop, and his horse crashed into the rear. Amidst the collision of muscles and bones, the human body flew into the air. The charging horse slashed left and right with its halberd. The Liao soldiers who had no time to form a formation fell to the ground clutching their wounds and were killed in the blink of an eye. Swallowed by the swarming cavalry.

"Follow the general!"

Du Bo threw away the human body hanging on the spear and roared. The cavalry around him were infected by him and shouted "Hoo ho!" enthusiastically. The horse's hooves wrapped in cotton were covered with blood, and they stepped on the blood-colored marks and followed them. The road from the village originally led towards the camp.

Han Qinghe was inspecting the camp with Han Chang and more than a dozen guards. The camp was built on the basis of the village. Many facilities were constructed quickly, and only some fortifications were completed. It was late at night and the soldiers were hungry. The Liao army commander The army did not embarrass these people who served as soldiers and fed them, and immediately ordered them to continue improving the fortifications after dinner.

The moment the fighting started, someone had already sounded the warning bell. The Han family father and son looked at each other and led people to come here to watch. However, in the sight of the fire in the distance, their soldiers continued to fall, and war horses galloped past. The black cavalry is spreading towards here.

"Who are these people?"

"Thieves! It's thieves! Shoot an arrow to warn!"

"Commander the troops, retreat in quickly! Close the door, close the door!"

The sound of arrows rang out in the night sky, and the soldiers who were eating their dinner were panicked for a moment. Then they calmed down amidst the general's scolding, and Marquis Yu led his men towards the camp gate.

But it was too late at this time. The soldiers patrolling outside the camp were swallowed up by the galloping cavalry. Lu Bu took the lead. He changed his bow and nailed the Marquis of Yu who ran to the door to a wooden stake with one arrow. Then he shot a series of arrows with powerful arrows. It kept penetrating the human body, and people who ran to close the door fell dead one after another.

"Fight in-"

The war horse, which was like charcoal fire, galloped forward, breaking into the camp before the second wave of people rushing to the door. The painted halberd fell on Kuntou's head, and the body fell backward. The advancing horse galloped into the crowd, and the figure wearing a large cloak Waving his arm, the crescent halberd blade struck out a beam of light.

boom--

The painted halberd hit a shield, with a loud bang and sawdust flying. The soldier holding the shield stood there motionless, and was struck by the sharp halberd tip from his forehead to his chest and abdomen, leaving an exposed blood mark and blood spurting out wildly. He came out and pushed the standing human body to the ground.

"kill--"

More cavalry followed the figure with flying cloaks in front and poured into the village gate. Their swords were flashing, their spears were retracting, their maces were criss-crossing, and blood was splashing into the air. Human limbs flew out to the left and right. The generals surged up with roars, and collided with the rushing Lu Bu army cavalry, and then the formation was torn apart by horizontal swords and spears. Han Qinghe was sweating profusely as he watched the opponent's general leading the cavalry into the camp, but his soldiers were killed one after another in a rout. There was a scream in his ears, and then there was a buzzing in his head.

Biting the tip of his tongue cruelly, the commander of the Liao army shouted: "Stop them! Get in formation quickly!"

Large swathes of corpses fell down. Du Bo, who was wearing green dragon armor, shouted "Left!" and led Feng Tai and Niu Gao to kill towards the left side of the camp. Shi Wengong shouted "Follow!" and then led Wang De. , Zeng Tu turned to the right, and the troops with flowers blooming on three sides rushed to retreat and began to roll back. Some generals began to get out of touch with the brigade in excitement.

In the panic of the fight, someone threw a torch, and then someone relied on the strength of the soldiers to smash the bonfire away. The flaming wood pieces collapsed everywhere, thick smoke rose in the camp, and flames gradually burned.

"Dad, go quickly!"

Han Chang knew that the situation was over, so he quickly pulled Han Qinghe and ran back. The crowd of people fighting was spreading. The father and son, who were looking for horses, gritted their teeth as they looked at the chaos in the camp from all directions.

"Let's go!"

Han Qinghe's face was as dark as water. He turned his mount and wanted to go out from the back door of the camp. A large number of broken troops were driven to the rear. Huang Shijun took the lead. He kept slashing the generals who wanted to organize resistance with the three-ting sword in his hand. He looked at the Han family and his son. At this moment, I couldn't help but be overjoyed. Those men in iron armor thought they were the commanders of the army. They whipped their horses and said, "Those two thieves, please save their lives!"

"The thief is so brave!"

Han Qinghe was so angry when he heard this that he turned his horse's head and went forward to fight Huang Shijun with the big knife in his hand.

"Dad, wait a minute!" Han Chang quickly winked and asked his guards to stop his hot-tempered father: "It's not easy to turn around at this time, so it's better for us to leave first!"

"I wish I could kill some thieves with one knife!"

Cursing angrily, Han Qinghe took a breath, signaled to his guards to let go, and rode his horse towards the gate of the rear camp.

Huang Shijun, who was watching from behind, was anxious and drove his horse forward. However, there were many figures in front of him, and he couldn't kill them all with the knife in his hand. He kept cursing "courageless bandits!" "It's in vain to be as timid as a mouse." You are a warrior!" "As a general, taking the lead in escaping, you have no integrity!" and so on.

Han Qing's eyes were bleeding and his temples were twitching. Han Chang looked on with a ferocious expression when he saw his father being humiliated in this way. He took two steps closer to his father, pulled out the iron bow from his bow bag, and shouted : "Dad, please lend me your precious bow."

As soon as he reined in the horse, he turned around and headed towards Huang Shijun.

The figure rushing from behind had just killed one person. When he looked up and saw someone returning from the front, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted: "If you are brave, come and die!"

As soon as the sword vibrated, the horse was about to come forward and fight.

Han Chang didn't answer. Seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer, he drew an arrow like lightning, opened his bow to the full moon, and shot away like a shooting star with a bang.

Huang Shijun never expected that the person opposite him was the best at shooting. Before he could react, he was shot into the right eye by an arrow. He screamed and fell off the horse. Han Chang reined up his horse and spat, turned around and ran to his father: "This guy has a bad mouth, but his skills are amazing." It’s sparse.”

Han Qinghe was overjoyed: "My son's amazing shot is hard to come by, but it's a pity that the thieves took advantage of him..."

He sighed and looked around at the fleeing soldiers: "Let's retreat first. I don't know how Futong Xiao will be angry if he knows."

The cold wind was still there, and in the dark night, the fire in the camp became more and more intense. (End of chapter)