Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

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A goshawk from somewhere let out a long cry.

The fighting on the battlefield became more brutal. The Liao army swarmed in and attacked the front line, tearing the defense line into pieces. The fearless soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp had been rotated back and forth, cooperating with the military simas under Sun An to stop the enemy outside the defense line.

Shangguan Yi, who was covered in blood, screamed and shouted: "Drive them out——"

The long-handled iron hammer hit a Liao general's body so hard that his iron breastplate suddenly caved in. The sound of metal clashing drowned out the sound of his sternum breaking. The Liao soldier on the left wanted to take advantage of the fact that he hadn't retracted his hammer and pounced on him to take advantage of it. He suddenly raised his strong thigh and kicked the man to the ground. A heavy block of iron fell from the sky, and a pool of red and white stuff exploded with a "puff".

Then a one-foot-long iron-feather arrow shot over his head. The strong man who was bending over was startled and put away his sledgehammer. He quickly retreated to the rear. Soldiers from all around rushed up to fight, and the man in green armor sighed.

Bao Misheng, as the main general, looked a little anxious in the rear. He watched the battlefield. The infantry of Lu Bu's army in front of him fought fiercely. If it were not for Tian Shanyong's cover in the rear, the front line might have been pushed back. However, at present, the troops were still more than the opponent's. He just hoped that the opponent's fighting spirit was not strong and collapsed first.

but……

Still need to find a way to break the deadlock. The general on the warhorse looked around and clenched his spear.

On the battlefield where weapons clashed, the sword light cut off the bald man's head, and the body fell backwards. Xu Wen held his breath, raised his shield and sheathed his sword, and fiercely faced the stabbing spear at the moment when the spear and shield touched.

click-

The sharp tip of the spear pierced the scarred shield, and the hand holding the shield loosened. Xu Wen squatted down and pounced forward with the knife, stabbing it into the opponent's heart and kicking the dead body to the ground. Without time to wipe the sweat from his head, he chopped down another Liao soldier and had to chop down another one. The crowded sea of ​​people in front suddenly parted, and a war horse neighed "Xirolu--". The figure in iron armor moved his arm, and the iron spear pierced out a black shadow.

choke--

The blade chopped on the side of the iron spear, sparks splashed out where the weapons met, and the young man who put away his knife quickly slashed across again to knock away the stabbing iron spear. The next moment, the young man with the knife took two steps back, "Tie up this guy, kill him!" With a roar, the soldiers under his command who followed him to fight all moved.

Countless roars were heard beside him. Bao Misheng led hundreds of cavalrymen to charge in. He used his iron spear to kill several people and opened a gap. He looked at the young face of the man holding the knife and said softly, "You kid have some skills. Why don't you give up the dark and join the light, and you will have a wife and children in the future."

"Pooh--"

Xu Wen rushed in the opposite direction and took a series of steps. He jumped up and slashed with his knife. With a bang, Bao Misheng waved his iron spear with both hands to block the leaping figure. He fell to the ground, staggered back a few steps and stopped, "You don't know how to behave! Little thief is looking for..."

Before he could finish his words, several figures came running from behind. One of them holding a shield rushed to him at a speed that he could not react in time. With a bang, he and his shield crashed into his horse. The sword in his hand stabbed forward repeatedly, and blood gushed out from the blade. The horse let out a mournful cry, and its four legs took turns to step back a few steps, then it tilted its body and fell to the ground.

On the horse, Saint Baomi was in a panic. He pushed the ground with his iron spear and used his arms to jump off the horse's back. The huge dead horse smashed to the ground. At the same time, he stepped on the ground with his feet. Just as he glanced at the dead horse, he turned his sight and saw the sole of a boot covered with mud, which was getting bigger and bigger.

boom!
The figure who was kicked in the face flew out, and the heavy iron armor made him roll on the ground. Before he could stand up, he was hit by the spear.

call--

The iron spear flashed with a faint light and left an afterimage in the air. Bao Mi Sheng, who had swung in vain, calmed himself down and stood up quickly. On the opposite side, the man who had just kicked him didn't follow him at all. He was standing there with a sword and shield in his hands, looking at him teasingly. The ruffian look on his face made people furious.

"What a pity for such a good horse." Han Shizhong said with regret, and then walked forward with his sword and shield. Bao Mi Sheng who stood opposite him shouted "Ah!" and swung his spear to hit him. The oncoming shield knocked away the spear tip, and the sword in his hand chopped on the armor, causing a streak of sparks and blood splashing. Xu Wen's eyes flashed, and he immediately killed him.

Their figures moved around unsteadily, and the two knives and the iron spear kept clashing with each other. The bangs and bangs made a series of sounds like firecrackers exploding in succession. Sparks kept jumping out between the three men, and the Khitan general who rushed in had more and more knife wounds on his body.

The cavalry charging from the rear were held back by spears, swords and shields. A general in the rear was frightened to death when he saw his commander fall off his horse, and he led his men to charge forward desperately. Dozens of cavalrymen used spears and swords to force Han and Xu to retreat. Some soldiers jumped off their horses and desperately helped Bao Misheng up, and the spear pierced through his back.

The general on horseback roared "Retreat!" and wielded his iron spear with all his might to break through. He looked back at Han Shizhong who was holding a sword and shield, then turned back angrily, feeling a burning pain on his body.

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"There are quite a few capable warriors under Lu's command, but unfortunately they are all bandits who do not know the grace of the imperial court..."

Under the Liao banner, Yelu Dezhong tapped his palms lightly with his whip and suddenly shouted, "Send an order to send another 3,000 men to Baomi Sheng to intensify the offensive."

"Dad, I'll go!" Yelu Zonglin, who was bored accompanying his father, brightened up his eyes when he heard this. He quickly rode forward, holding up his sword in one hand, indicating that he was willing to go to the front line.

The Liao army commander, who was already a little anxious, looked at his son for a while and nodded: "Listen to Bao Mi Sheng and Tian Shan Yong when you go there, and don't do anything reckless."

"Don't worry, Dad! I know." After replying excitedly, the fourth son of the Yelu family hurriedly pulled the reins, and the warhorse stepped on the mud and ran forward with a dull sound.

"…I'm glad you knew that."

He said this in a rather gloomy voice, and signaled to the personal soldiers beside him. Immediately, more than ten riders rushed out and chased after the little prince in front.

……

In the light, the scarlet warhorse ran to the front of the cavalry, and what caught the tiger's eyes were the unique reflections of metal. The knights holding swords and spears were already sitting on the warhorses, waiting for their commander's orders.

"It's our turn!" Lu Bu whispered, raised his halberd and pointed at the Liao banner in the distance: "The enemy is on the other side. Flatten the obstacles in front of us and crush the Liao commander!"

boom--

There was a sound of weapons colliding.

The scarlet cloak was lifted up by his arms and billowed in the air with a whoosh.

"Follow me to charge!"

The horses started to move, their hooves stomping on the ground, and the mighty cavalry began to trot forward, then accelerated, and rumbling thunder exploded behind the front line of the front army. (End of this chapter)