Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Boom boom boom——

The sound of numerous footsteps and horse hooves came from a distance. The retreating infantry gathered from all directions and stood behind the hastily dug horse pit as before. Each piece of armor was stained with broken meat and blood. Tian Ba ​​stood in the formation and looked sadly at the formation that was missing more than half of it. The figure under Cui Zi in the middle did not come back. He immediately knew that most of them had died.

The sky was far away, the cold wind was howling, and the new formations were approaching and blending in. The energetic figures walked past the tired and bloodstained figures. Lu Zhishen came and took a picture of Tian Ba, and looked at the empty seats under the general's flag. There was a fight nearby. The figure passing by, with a trace of confusion on his blood-stained face, looked at the fluttering Liao flag in front, and shouted loudly: "We have fought hundreds of battles in Song Dynasty and fought in Liaodong. As long as we hold this position today, you will You will have your own property, house, and even women——" The face with a beard was flushed: "If you don't fight now, when will you fight?"

"kill--"

"kill--"

Hundreds of soldiers responded loudly. The soldiers in the front row hit their shields with their horizontal swords. The long gunmen hit the ground three times with the barrel of their guns and set up the shields in front. Huang Xin stood in the shooting camp and drew out his long sword and raised it high. Overdone: "For military glory! For land! Shoot——"

The tired body seemed to be injected with vitality. The archer puffed out white air and pulled the bow string with red eyes. The arrows fell from the sky again. With the sound of breaking through the air, they shot towards the advancing Liao infantry with a deadly cold light.

……

Han Chang was riding on his horse, holding a spear, and licked his lips while watching the reaction of the infantry formation in front: "Finally we can go into battle..."

"Silly words!" Han Qinghe took a breath and looked a little ugly: "The opponent's morale is high, don't be too hot-headed for a while... put on the shield!"

Arrows were flying back and forth, and the distance between the two sides was gradually getting closer. At a certain moment, Han Qinghe pointed his sword forward fiercely: "The distance is close, charge--"

From time to time, the black-armored figures were slashed and stabbed by the opposite party. They continued to kill with red eyes as if they were unaware of the pain. Someone was often stabbed through the abdomen. When the spear was retracted, blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, and he roared in despair, still holding the knife and charging. He went over and chopped the person into pieces with a knife, and then he lay on the dead body with his eyes wide open and lifeless.

The advancing soldiers suddenly shouted, put their shields on their heads and ran forward fiercely. Some stepped on a shallow pit while running, their ankles buckled, and they immediately fell to the ground. However, more people charged forward, approaching. Then he hit hard.

Shields were raised one after another to protect themselves and their companions, and the black arrow shadows crackled above. Occasionally, someone screamed and fell to the ground. The moment the "rain" slowed down, the archer hiding behind quickly stood up and shot over. Then repeat the previous action.

The fighting at the front line was fierce, and the figures under the flag rushed towards the enemy almost at the same time. Among the several figures of different shapes, the fat figure picked up the Zen staff and smashed the head like a wooden stake, leaving a bloody mouth. Opened: "Hahaha, come and die!"

"kill!"

The black-armored figure suddenly stepped forward, and a loud collision sounded between the shields. A few sawdust flew up between the two pairs of four eyes. The spears thrust out and the slashing blades were directly involved in the fight at this moment. Pushing to the top, Liao infantry continued to fall in the fighting.

The advance of the Liao army suddenly stopped, and the front line was pushed back almost in an instant. Han Qinghe's face was livid, and he almost despaired as he watched the flag of his commander being cut off. He saw Lu, Qin, Guan, and Jing facing each other. The generals on all sides advanced their flags steadily, gritted their teeth and roared: "The enemy is a traitor and rebel. If they don't want to be punished after the war, they will all fight with me!"

Han Chang raised his spear and shouted loudly on his horse: "I am willing to follow the unified army to kill the thieves!"

The surrounding soldiers heard the slogan and shouted: "I am willing to join the unified army to kill the thieves!" They took steps and rushed towards the thieves in black armor and black clothes in front of them.

Han Chang took the lead in riding the horse forward, and the horse's hooves stepped on the hard soil. This brave young man had already noticed the infantry falling down, and deliberately followed a crowded road. From time to time, he poked out the spear in his hand to rescue the enemy. The infantry were trapped in a tight siege, but huge black waves quickly hit them.

The thrusting spear scraped against the iron armor with a squeak, leaving a white scratch. The charging black armored spearman was knocked away by a high-speed horse at the next moment, hitting his comrades in the rear, and was immediately brought to the ground. Just pour.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Han Chang charged into the formation, stabbing left and right with a long spear. People were constantly being thrown away, and he rode his horse towards the rear to kill.

Among the advancing black-armored crowds, small formations of small groups never dispersed. Some people rode horses and bypassed their own infantry to kill towards this side. The maces in their hands were smashed down like a dark cloud.

"Hammer! I'll beat you to death with one strike!"

There was a huge sound, and the black armor made a slight noise due to friction.

Han Chang snorted coldly, raised his gun to meet each other, and the guns and sticks met with each other, making a loud bang. The surrounding infantry gathered around to help his general. Two figures on horseback were fighting with guns and sticks at the intersection of the front lines. Come on.

Han Qinghe was afraid that his son would be lost, so he rode hard to keep up with him. He met Jingchao who was eager to make a contribution first. He slashed at him with a big knife in his hand, and then he was hit back by an iron gun. Amidst the loud bang of metal clashing, sparks were flying in the air. Bright and dark.

In the rear, Yelu Mawu frowned, the momentum of his own infantry was blocked...

……

At the same time, Lu Bu's army formed on the right.

The fighting started almost at the same time as the army on the left side. Under the fierce drums, the figure in black armor kept pressing forward. Zhao Li held a long spear and led his soldiers around the front line. His silver armor was spattered with blood and he roared tirelessly. Fierce fighting.

At the same time, Dong Xian, who had broken into the crowd, was also advancing. The commander of the Liao army rushed towards him on horseback. The charging young man immediately picked up a spear in the air and charged forward with it. The Liao army around him was so shocked that he couldn't help but retreat. The running infantry took advantage of the situation to cover up the attack and viciously opened a gap in the Liao army on the right.

Pu Yanhu, who was in charge of commanding the right wing, turned pale. He jumped on his feet and directed his soldiers to charge upwards. However, the infantry on the opposite side carrying the flags of generals with the characters "Shan" and "Chen" also started to advance simultaneously. The already precarious front line was suddenly in danger. It was like it was riddled with holes, a large number of Liao infantry died in the fighting, and the formation began to shrink.

"Go and inform Deputy General Xiao that we need support here." Pu Yanhu grabbed the deputy general beside him and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "In half an hour, this place will be defeated."

The lieutenant nodded quickly and turned his horse around. As he galloped, he could vaguely hear the sound of horse hooves in the sky. He followed the sound curiously and saw smoke rising on the left. A handsome flag with the character "LV" written on it. Blowing in the wind.

At the center of the Liao army, Xiao Cuoru, who looked calm, cast his gaze almost at the same time, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "The enemy is riding on the right?" (End of this chapter)