Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Combat boots and horse hooves trampled the ground madly.

On the spinning horse, Guan Sheng roared and raised his sword to chop at Han Qinghe, but the opponent was obviously also a man with solid martial arts skills. After several slashes, he was stopped by the sword halfway.

There were figures fighting all around, but the figures in black armor were less than half of the opposite side. From time to time, the infantrymen of Lu Bu's army screamed and staggered backward, only to be chopped down into dust by the Liao army who caught up with them. Some of them rushed forward regardless of their bleeding wounds, wanting to die together with the enemy.

Impatience built up in his heart, and Guan Sheng's red face turned slightly purple. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand was wielded even faster, and both he and his horse advanced forward under the protection of the sword's aura. Han Qinghe was unable to withstand the fierce attack for a while, and could only guard the gate, blocking left and right, while the warhorse under his crotch kept retreating with its four hooves interlocking.

"Charge forward and kill that evil general!" Han Changzai saw his father retreating from behind, and he stabbed the figure rushing in front of him to death with a spear. He shouted, and when the spear was pulled out of the body, he kicked the horse's belly with his feet and continued to rush towards the front line of fighting. The Liao army soldiers who were originally running in the back heard the shouting and followed the horses to charge forward.

"kill--"

Shouts and the sound of horse hooves exploded on the field. Figures on the front line were running, or trying to block the oncoming Han Chang and Liao army infantry. Blood and corpses formed a bright red road. A rider came from behind the black-armored figure and said, "Liao general, stop being so arrogant. Take my Zeng Kui's shot!" He pointed the steel spear in his hand directly at Han Chang and stabbed him hard.

boom--

The iron spear was waving, and the two spears collided. The young Jurchen man suddenly felt his arm go numb, and the iron spear in his eyes was swung up again with a whistling sound.

"Get out of my way!"

With a roar, the iron spear was pulled towards Zeng Kui with heavy force. The latter hurriedly grasped the spear to block it. A series of bang bang bang sounds exploded between the two horses. The Liao soldiers on the left and right rushed forward, using the swords in their hands and the wooden shields to stop the enemies who were rushing towards their general.

During the fight, Zeng Kui, who was riding a warhorse, could not withstand the violent attack from the opposite side and could not help but kick the warhorse to retreat aside. Han Chang was worried about Han Qinghe, so he did not chase him. He swung his iron spear, knocked away several figures in black armor one after another, and rushed towards Guan Sheng on his horse.

At the rear of the battlefield, Sun An had been keeping a close eye on the battle situation. He frowned when he saw Guan Sheng leading the charge to the front line but was blocked. He waved his hand and called the messenger soldier, "Tell Pan Zhong to reinforce Guan Sheng. He has too few troops on his side."

The cavalry immediately received the order and flew out. The desolate ox horn blew out rhythms of varying lengths, conveying the military orders towards Pan Zhong's troops who were holding the line.

The sky was bright and colorful, flags of various generals fluttered in the wind, and the yellow dust flew into the air. The dense crowd was squeezed together on the front line, and the swords and guns crossed each other, bringing countless flesh and blood. In the fight, Han Chang was covered in blood. The warhorse under his crotch was cut twice in the fight and was bleeding. He also heard the sound coming from afar. The long spear was swallowed and spit out, and the bloody spear head went in and out of several people. He glanced at the flag with the word "Pan" over there and began to move forward. He glanced at the position of the flag with Sun and Zhang in the distance and gritted his teeth.

"Protect me!"

Amid the roars, the Liao army soldiers around rushed forward desperately, their swords flashed and chopped down together, and the swords and shields made a clashing and colliding sound. The young man from the Han family hung his spear on his horse, took out his hard bow, put on a feather arrow, and waited for Guan Sheng to let go.

The next second, the sound of a trembling bowstring was heard.

"what--"

The sword general who was swinging his sword over there was raising his Qinglong Yanyue Sword with both arms, wanting to chop down, but he couldn't help but cry out in pain. The burning pain in his shoulder made it impossible for him to lift his sword. He glanced with his phoenix eyes and saw an arrow shooting into his shoulder armor. The arrow shaft with brown tail feathers was shaking slightly.

"Little man!"

With his injured arm, he could not hold the heavy crescent-shaped sword and fell off his horse with a clang. Guan Sheng did not dare to continue fighting. While Han Qinghe on the opposite side had not yet regrouped to attack, he quickly pulled the reins of the horse with his intact hand and turned around and retreated, kicking and pulling.

"Protect Sima Guan!"

Zeng Kui turned back, his hands were numb, blood was flowing from his palms, and he knew that Guan Sheng was shot, so he shouted loudly, and the soldiers and officers around him shouted, and rushed over to the Han family father and son fearlessly. Han Qinghe was attacked by Guan Sheng and could only defend himself. At this time, he caught his breath, swung his sword, and chopped the sword and shield fighter who rushed over and sent him flying. "Kill him!" He urged his horse to charge forward.

The next second, someone rushed over with a knife.

"Get out of here!"

Han Chang had already rushed to his father's side, raised his gun and pulled the man back with one blow. An arrow flew past his eyes, which made the young warrior's heart jump. He immediately shouted to Han Qinghe: "Dad, Zhang Qi and Sun Chao are blocked, and the general's flag has stopped moving! Lu the thief has reinforcements coming!"

Han Qinghe suddenly turned around and looked around.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, on the chaotic battle line, Jing Chao held a spear and commanded his soldiers to kill the Liao army on the opposite side. Under the big flag with the word "Zhang" written on it, the Liao army general holding a battle axe frowned and kept issuing orders, but was suppressed by the enemy at the front line and could not advance an inch, and his heart was anxious.

On the other side, the commander Sun Zhong was fighting with a knife in his hand. The number of soldiers and horses around him was much larger than that of Wang Jun on the opposite side, so he simply abandoned the battle formation. The fierce offensive forced Sun An to send Shangguan Yi to support that side. With the joint efforts of the two, they managed to withstand the fierce attack from the opposite side.

"This is a good opportunity to open up the situation! Follow me and kill them!"

Han Qinghe's eyes flashed with coldness as he looked at the fast-moving large banner with the word "Pan" on it. He shouted and rode forward. Han Chang also raised his spear high, shouted for a fierce fight, and rushed forward with his father.

In a blink of an eye, he killed two more teams of black-clad soldiers, leaving behind dozens of corpses. Zeng Kui, who was facing them, wanted to pick up his gun and fight again, but several soldiers shouted, "The fake Sima is seriously injured, save your useful body first." and pulled him back to run.

"Don't run away, thief!"

Han Chang recognized the retreating people and shouted as he was about to chase after them. Suddenly a gap appeared in the battle array in front of him, and a horseman with hundreds of people rushed out. The leading general shouted, "Liao generals, die!" and rushed forward with his spear in hand.

"court death!"

Han Chang rode his horse forward and pulled the reins to meet him. The father in front saw him and pointed at his son's back and said, "Follow him." He pulled the reins and turned to face him.

On the ground where fighting was going on around him, war horses were galloping towards him across the mud. Han Chang was a skilled and courageous man. Seeing the flag with the word "Pan" fluttering behind him, he rode forward and stabbed at it with his spear. The Liao army following him also rushed forward with weapons in hand, and fought with the rushing soldiers.

The two guns collided with a bang, and the fierce force made Pan Zhong's face change suddenly. The two horses crossed each other, and the young man crossed his hands and pulled out the iron gun with a whistling sound.

Pan Zhongmeng lowered his head, and the ridged protrusion of the spear tip rubbed against the helmet tassel. A gust of wind blew past, and the thin red tassel instantly flew away. Pulling his horse back, Han Chang, who was wearing iron armor, thrust his spear again, with a "chi" sound of breaking through the wind, and stabbed at the distracted man.

Pan Zhong squeezed the horse's belly, urging the horse to run forward and sideways. The iron spear stabbed at him, and the tip of the spear poked the iron armor on his back, breaking off several pieces of armor. Han Chang roared "Ah!" and rode to catch up. He turned the spear head and stabbed at the opponent's horse's leg. Pan Zhong was still running forward. When the spear stabbed at him, he held the spear with both hands and pushed it back, blocking the iron spear with a bang. The next second, he used the force of the iron spear to stab upwards.

puff--

A streak of blood spurted from his thigh, and Pan Zhong screamed in pain and fell off his horse. Han Chang pulled the reins, and the horse turned around, stabbing down with his spear.

boom--

A phoenix-wing gilded hammer was handed over from the side. (End of this chapter)