Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The arrow was pulled out of the quiver steadily, and the calloused hand put it on the bowstring. The tail with white feathers pressed against the bowstring, and it was pulled tight with a slight sound. The noisy sounds around were heard, the sounds of metal clashing merged into one, and figures wielding swords were fighting bravely.

Hua Rong shouted in a loud voice: "Shoot——"

The next second, the bowstring vibrated hummingly, and the arrow shot into the air, shrinking into a black shadow. The air was filled with the sound of arrows breaking through the air. The sky darkened for a moment, and then the sun was as bright as before, densely covering the running figure below. There were also arrows coming from the opposite side, and occasionally they encountered equally sharp arrow clusters in the air, which collided and rotated with a crackling sound, disrupting several arrows beside them, and fell weakly below. The figures waving blades and blocking with shields were occasionally hit, but more of them were pierced into the mud. In the back, dense arrows nailed to the shields like raindrops. Occasionally, someone who was hit by an arrow had his clothes taken off and given emergency treatment by his comrades beside him.

The front lines were squeezed together in a jagged pattern, and soldiers hit each other with swords amidst the hoarse shouts of killing. Hands wrapped in cloth were bleeding, dyeing the cloth that bound their hands dark. The soldiers who rushed forward seemed to be unaware of the gap in front of them, and shouted loudly about the place where the gap appeared on the top. The shields collided with each other, and the soldiers with flushed faces pressed towards each other with all their might, shouting "Ahhh——" freely to vent their anger.

In the crowd, a general wearing a leather helmet and a gray wolf-hair coat raised his gun and stabbed the black-armored soldier who was fighting to death. Then he shouted "Charge forward!" and pressed forward step by step with the cooperation of the swordsman and shieldman.

squeak--

Hua Rong drew the bow, and the precious bow was pulled into a full moon. When he let go, an arrow swiftly flew through the gap in the shield. When a Liao general raised the spear in his hand, the arrow nailed the man's face, and the whole man fell backwards. The blood spurted out and fell on the wolf's hair. The sword and shield soldier who was blocking in front was startled and could not help but look back. Zhong Liang, who was holding a horizontal sword on the opposite side, suddenly rushed forward and swung his sword, leading the soldiers in black armor to press back the Liao army that was coming to kill him.

Arrows with fireworks fell down, and after screams, tiny sparks of flames burned on the corpses.

Behind the surging sea of ​​people fighting, Tianshan Yong, dressed in green armor, rode his horse and moved slowly, issuing commands from time to time. Waves of people rushed over and pounced on the black reefs, splashing blood.

On the opposite side, the reefs standing in front of the sea of ​​people were constantly changing their positions. The fighting had only begun for an hour, and the wounded camps of both sides were filled with broken figures, while the front was still filled with shouts of fighting.

"Pass the order, beat the drums, and encourage the soldiers who are fighting!"

dong dong dong-

The deafening sound of drums rang out. Yelu Dezhong, who was sitting in the car, squinted his eyes and looked at the front line of the fight, his fingers gripping the guardrail with a little force.

"A few years ago, Lu Bu was just a low-ranking horse bandit leader in Nanjing Road. He relied on only 200 cavalrymen to wreak havoc in the state. We drove him out of his den of bandits, and many horse bandits escaped during his escape. Although I don't know how many people followed him out of Nanjing Road, I guess it should be no more than a hundred people..."

After the voice fell, he raised his hand and patted the wood in front of him. Bao Misheng, who was riding a horse to guard beside him, looked up and heard the voice of his own prince: "Now Lu the thief has returned with so many people..." He lowered his head to look at Bao Misheng, stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "The front army of Tianshan Yong was blocked and could not break the situation. This is definitely not something that new recruits on the battlefield or the strong men who were temporarily pulled to the battlefield can do. Where did he get so many veterans?"

The puzzled voice fell, and the general on horseback was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "General, could it be the Song people's ban..."

He stopped talking before he finished. Yelu Dezhong snorted coldly from the chariot: "Song imperial guards? You should also know the strength of their border imperial guards. If it weren't for the alliance between Liao and Song, I would have gone south to swallow up their Hebei land."

"..."

Bao Misheng didn't know what to say for a moment. He just frowned at the figure above him, and shook his head after a while: "Forget it, no matter how that thief Lu got the troops, we must find a way to wipe him out here, otherwise Liaodong and the south will no longer belong to the court."

"The commander thinks so highly of that thief Lu?" Bao Misheng was a little surprised. The eyes above looked over and said seriously, "When have I ever looked down on him?" Then he took a breath and said, "Order Han Qinghe, Sun Zhong, and Zhang Qi to move forward, and Yelu Zongyun and Yelu Zongdian to lead the cavalry to support the left and right wings."

Boom boom boom——

Countless footsteps trampled the ground, and dust rose behind the fighting group. The Liao soldiers who had just defeated the Yuan Dynasty shouted, and with the fluttering flags, they raised their weapons and charged forward.

Xi Sheng, who had been watching the actions on the opposite side, waved the flag and gave a series of orders. Sun An, who was protecting him from the rear, led his troops forward and fought against the Liao army, which numbered more than 7,000.

On the battlefield, the fighting crowd spread out, a big knife cut the rushing enemy into two, and Guan Sheng rode his war horse to the front line.

If there is anyone in the army who is most eager to make achievements, he considers himself second, and no one dares to claim to be first. Carrying the reputation of his ancestors is both an honor and a pressure. Now that he has finally obtained the order to send troops, he naturally steps forward bravely, eager to achieve some achievements with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand.

With another swing of his sword, he chopped off the head of the approaching soldier, and rode his horse to knock away the sword and shield soldiers who were rushing towards him. He grabbed the spear that was thrusting at him, and threw him and the spear out with great force, knocking down several Liao soldiers on one side. Guan Sheng opened his mouth and shouted, "Follow me! Kill all the Liao dogs!"

At this moment, Han Qinghe, who was riding a fierce horse and holding a big knife, rushed over and swung his knife at him: "The thief is rampant, take my knife!"

boom--

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade was swung, sparks flew from the blade, and the two men on the fighting field looked at each other in surprise, then raised their swords and rushed towards each other again.

……

At the other end, Xiao Haili, who was wearing iron armor, took a breath, looked at the cavalry galloping in the distance, listened to the order to attack, and gently picked up the copper knife: "Kill——"

The war horses suddenly moved, their hooves rumbling, and charged towards the Liao army rushing towards them.

……

Forty miles southwest of Liaoyang Prefecture, there is an uninhabited village.

The fields and woods were swaying in the spring breeze. In the pleasant climate, teams of soldiers who had laid down their weapons were tied together and taken aside. Hundreds of knights holding swords and bows were sitting on their horses. Their eyes, still full of hostility after the battle, kept scanning people's chests and throats. The depressing atmosphere made people dare not move.

"When I return this time, tell the people in the rear to prepare the food and grass and transport it here quickly. If we defeat the Liao army this time, I will immediately take advantage of the victory and march north. If we fail, we must quickly seize the military states in the west to avoid being attacked from both sides by the Liao army in Zhongjing Road." (End of this chapter)