Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Dust was flying all over the sky. The soldiers in the front row were shaking. There was a rough sound of friction between their spears and shields. "Hold steady!" "Don't panic!" shouted from the generals in the front row.

Under the big flag, Red Hare stomped the ground twice impatiently. Lu Bu reached out and touched its neck, trying to comfort it and himself at the same time: "...The Liao army is aggressive, but morale cannot be maintained for long. If we lead the army to attack them at this time, it will only cause unnecessary losses for us and will be disadvantageous in the future. However, no one can maintain high morale all the time, so we should wear down their fighting spirit here..."

The voice suddenly increased: "Inform the generals in the front to tighten the formation and move closer to the trap camp. Tell Yao Gang to be ready."

The messenger soldiers waved the command flags in their hands quickly, and military orders were passed on one after another. Then Lin Chong and Tang Bin, who were given the orders, took a deep breath, adjusted the swords at their waists, held up the Zhangba Snake Spears in their hands, urged their horses to march forward with the soldiers in heavy armor, and the military formation on the front line began to shrink and become compact.

Two blood-red flags fluttered and stretched in the sea of ​​people, standing in front of the flag with the word "Sun" written on it. The well-maintained and shiny iron armor reflected the metallic luster in the sun. Bao Mi Sheng and Tian Shan Yong, who were riding on tall horses, suddenly narrowed their eyes: "Heavy armor of the Song people?!"

"Damn it! The Song court even gave this kind of armor to the thief Lu?" Tianshan Yong's face was somewhat unbelievable. The thief opposite had a spear and a big axe in his hand, plus the thick armor covering his whole body, which was asking for his life.

"Slow down a bit, let the commander know first!" Bao Misheng gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his hand holding the iron spear: "Later... I will make the Song court pay the price!"

As they were talking, a knight turned around and walked away. Soon, the sound of horns of varying lengths was heard from the rear, and the marching army quickened its pace.

"Attention! The Liao people are coming!"

Lin Chong roared, and he and Tang Bin got off their horses and walked to the middle of the heavily armored soldiers. More than a thousand soldiers from the Xianzhen Camp followed them forward. Although their armor was thick, they had prepared enough shields. A roar was heard from the front row, and the combat boots with iron sheets stopped in the dust. The shields were placed upright on the ground and lowered. With both hands, the long spears were thrust out of the gaps in the shields, with the butt of the spear against the ground and pointed diagonally upwards. The comrades holding the big axes in the back pointed the axe blade upwards and held it with both hands and dragged it behind them.

Tang Bin and Lin Chong were both generals of the Song Dynasty, so they knew the usefulness of the axe. Unfortunately, there were only a few iron ingots in Liangshan, so they could not make one thing but that. It was not until they came to Liaodong that they finally got what they wanted.

Seeing the big axe flashing with cold light and the armor with metallic luster, the infantrymen wearing leather armor covering the front of their bodies on both sides showed envy in their eyes, then lowered their heads, tied the hilt of the knife in their hands tightly with their teeth, and looked forward with fire in their eyes.

The front line of the battle was gradually approaching. In the middle of the two armies, the wind gently blew the tips of the grass, and then they quickly slipped away. Generals who were good at archery on both sides let go and shot arrows. The dark shadow of Du Miao was stopped by the shield, making a trembling sound.

The general flag written in Khitan characters slowed down. The general riding on the black warhorse looked majestic and elegant. He was wearing a black iron armor, which made him look murderous. He had a golden beast head swallowing his mouth and draped over his shoulders. He pointed the iron spear in his hand and shouted, "Get ready!"

wow——

The arm holding the bow is raised.

Under the big banners with the characters "Lin" and "Tang", two generals walked behind their spears and shields. A voice of "Ready—" came from the back. The front row of shieldmen wearing leather armor raised their shields to the sky, extending to the edge of the battle formation on the left and right. The crossbowmen raised their weapons that were pulled into a full moon shape. Little Li Guang rode on his warhorse beside the archer and raised one hand high, then suddenly lowered it: "Shoot—"

hum-

Dense swarms of arrows rose into the sky like a swarm of bees.

staggered.

Fall.

"what--"

Roars rang out from the two armies. When the black arrow rain fell, there was a crackling sound, mixed with the crisp sound of ding-dong. Bao Mi Sheng and Tian Shan Yong swung their weapons to knock away the falling arrows. Looking at the Xianzhen Camp that was unscathed in the rain of arrows, they glanced at each other. It was the same look, an emotion called relief.

Fortunately, there are not many such heavily armored soldiers.

He turned his face back to look forward, and pointed the iron spear in the hand of the Holy Saint Bao Mi again: "Kill——"

The vanguard army, with more than a thousand people as its core, formed a formation of six thousand people. They completed the first exchange of fire on this plain. Under the rain of arrows, both sides suffered casualties.

Lin Chong put down his Zhangba Snake Spear and stood up straight. Arrows were scattered around him. In his sight, a Liao infantryman with a shield on his chest and a knife in one hand suddenly stepped forward with rumbling footsteps. A deafening shout of "Kill" rang out and they launched an attack towards this side.

"call--"

He exhaled, and the Zhangba Snake Spear paused on the ground. Suddenly, Wu Yi and Wu Lie, the two captains of the Xianzhen Camp, shouted loudly: "Xianzhen Camp——"

"Take over the battle—"

boom--

The footsteps exploded like thunder in the sky, and the two front lines merged in an instant. Ferocious and fierce faces appeared in the pupils of both sides, and the weapons in their hands stabbed into each other's bodies with all their strength.

There were bang-bang-bang sounds, and a bright red color appeared on the front line.

The sound of blades colliding and swords clashing with shields sounded a melody of death at this moment. Thousands of figures were roaring. The trap camp in the center held up shields, stabbed with spears, and swung axes. The moment the Liao infantry pounced, the spears pierced through their chests. Some people who broke through their shields had just stopped when a shadow suddenly fell from their heads, chopping them in two without warning. The fishy liquid and the internal organs spilled all over the ground, and the bright silver leg armor suddenly turned red.

"Hold on for a while..."

His index finger tapped the saddle unconsciously. Lu Bu sat on his warhorse, watching the battlefield with a normal expression. In front of him, two Liao generals were fighting with the Xianzhen Camp. The familiar Chinese characters on both sides had not yet connected with the formations on both wings. In this case, adjustments could still be made, but Lu Bu hoped that Lin Chong, Tang Bin and Sun An in front could be firmly nailed there to make his idea a reality.

"what!"

The knife flashed, and the ferocious expression froze on his face and flew into the air. The body fell forward. Xu Wen held the shield in one hand and the knife in the other, and slapped the Liao army soldier who rushed over. A streak of blood burst out on the opponent's face. Han Shizhong's loud voice suddenly came from the back: "Squat--"

In the chaos of the clash of weapons, the soldiers in the front pushed their shields forward one by one, and while keeping a distance, they suddenly squatted down, and the loud voice rang out again: "Throw--"

His comrades behind him threw their polished axes at the same time. The whistling sound of wind passed over their heads. The row of Liao soldiers opposite screamed and fell backwards. Xu Wen's eyes became fierce, and he pushed the ground hard with his legs, and chopped the surviving Liao general to death on the spot with a single blow.

After this period of training, these soldiers are already able to obey basic military orders. The rest depends on how many of them can survive this battle.

On the other side, Liao soldiers rushed over again. (End of this chapter)