Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The sound of fighting shattered the clouds in the sky.

On the crowded front line, human figures were constantly moving, screaming, shouting, and fighting extended to the left and right wings. The huge battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting raised dust that covered the sky, and the soldiers with red faces fought desperately at each other.

At this time, under the Liao banner, the warhorse trotted its hooves restlessly, its long neck shaking constantly. Yelu Dezhong sat up straight, his face gloomy: "... Du, Shi, Yuan... It seems that these are the surnames of the cavalry generals under the thief Lu..."

The nearby guards looked at each other, and one stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed his head: "My Lord, shall we attack?"

"No need, just send another 3,000 men forward." Yelu Dezhong waved his hand and pointed the golden whip in his hand forward: "The Lu bandit's flag is standing there. If there is no turnaround on the battlefield later, we will try to charge directly into their army."

He paused, hit his palm with the whip, and said solemnly: "Order Bao Misheng, Han Qinghe, Zhang Qi, and Sun Zhong to intensify the offensive. Before dark, break through the defense line of Lu thieves. Today... take down Lu thieves' army!"

The cheering drumbeats sounded again, and the sound of the drums vibrated with the air to the three fighting armies. In the battlefield in the middle, all kinds of roars and screams shook the plain. Arrows fell like raindrops all around. Archers tried their best to pull the bowstrings or pull the trigger of the crossbow, and bloody figures fell one after another.

Yelu Dezhong simply gave a simple order and then turned his attention back to the army of Bao Misheng and Tianshan Yong in the front. He looked at the messengers running back and forth around and issued orders from time to time. As the roar of "Ready!" rang out in the reserve team, one team of soldiers after another walked out of the formation and ran to the front line.

The cloak stretched out in the air, making a rustling sound. The sky light moved from the middle to the west. A figure holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji and wearing a beast-faced and head-swallowing linked armor rode on Red Hare, looking like a god of war.

On the battlefield, Lu Bu's eyes and eyebrows showed an innate majesty and ferocity that made people afraid.

Not far ahead, Hua Rong, one of the archers, saw the charcoal-like warhorses from afar. He clenched his bows tightly, his silver cloak fluttered, and suddenly shouted: "Shooting camp, cover the cavalry and move forward. Three volleys!"

The feather arrow was pulled out, and with a hook of his finger, the thin and extremely elastic bowstring was placed against his face. When he suddenly let go, a heavy rain of arrows briefly passed through the air and then poured down like a rainstorm.

Whoosh whoosh—

A sharp whistle sounded in the ears, and blood flowers bloomed. The Liao soldiers covered by raindrops suddenly woke up from the fight and hurriedly dodged the rain of arrows. The soldiers who raised their heads later had their pupils shrank suddenly.

The sky was dark again, and thin "raindrops" fell.

The camp was moving densely, the sound of horse hooves was loud, and the circling cavalry ran through the formation.

"Well done!"

Lu Bu laughed loudly, tapped his horse's belly with his heel, and flew past the Shesheng camp. When Hua Rong smiled, a series of ox horns sounded under the sky.

On the entangled front line, the rumbling sound of horse hooves became clearer and clearer. The soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp, who were originally on the defensive, immediately separated to the left and right amid the generals' roars of "Get out of the way!" and "Don't block the way!"

The first rider, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji, galloped past. The red warhorse and the bright red cloak fluttered past the corner of the eye. He broke into the battlefield with an indescribable bravery.

The crowd was pushing and shoving, and a Liao soldier who was stunned by killing rushed into the separated heavy armored formation with a roar. The next second, he was hit by a warhorse with a bang. His body was twisted and stuck to the horse for a breath, and then he flew backwards like a tattered piece.

Boom boom boom——

The sound of horse hooves added to the melody of the battlefield. A series of galloping war horses rushed forward following the figures in front. The tumbling hooves stirred up the mud mixed with sticky blood, and the mud that was already covered with footprints instantly splashed everywhere.

The bright red charcoal fire at the front slapped the Liao army officer with a halberd, and the scimitar flew out with a clang. The body of the man on horseback cracked in the air, and rolled into a blood gourd when it landed. The Liao soldiers around him surrounded him with weapons in their hands and roared. Du Fu, who followed, was very anxious. He relied on the length of his weapon to pierce through the figure blocking the way, picked up several people like a string of gourds, and threw them away. The three cavalrymen gnawed a huge gap in the Liao army's line.

Amid the sounds of fighting, a bright red cloak fluttered behind the figure in the beast-faced, chain-armored armor. He rode his horse out of the battle line, slashing horizontally and vertically with his painted halberd, and some of the Liao soldiers who were preparing to surround and kill him were chopped away. "Anyone who stands in my way will die!" He roared like a tiger, and a gust of wind blew by.

Under the light of the sky where the air was shaking, Tian Shanyong's face suddenly turned ashen. He couldn't help but reach out to pick up the lacquered crossbow, load the crossbow arrows, and huddled behind two bodyguards. Seeing Lu Bu charging from the side in front of him, he took a precise look and moved his fingers slightly.

Boom——

A slender black shadow flew out from the crossbow slot. Just as a smile appeared on Tianshan Yong's face, he saw the figure lying on the saddle as he did when he first saw it. The crossbow arrow flew past and disappeared.

The smile froze, and the panicked Khitan general hurriedly took out the crossbow arrow and tried to press it into the crossbow slot. However, he couldn't aim it accurately in his panic. He raised his head anxiously, and in his pupils, he saw a fiery red figure drawing the bow and pointing it at this side.

A cold star flashed in his eyes.

puff--

As if he had been hit hard with a stick, Tianshan Yong suddenly raised his head, and the white clouds in the sky, broken into pieces like cotton wool, dotted the blue sky.

"Detailed and stable!"

Two screams rang in his ears. The Khitan general who was about to remain calm could not make a sound, and suddenly realized -

Hit by an arrow!
That’s terrible…

The vision suddenly went dark.

Lu Bu put away his bow and raised his halberd, and with one halberd he cut the soldier who rushed forward into two pieces. He did not even look at the Tianshan warrior who was shot dead by him. He swung his halberd and someone flew out immediately.

"Set up the trap camp! Follow the general and kill!" Tang Bin waved his hand to lift the running soldiers into the air and roared at the top of his lungs: "Kill!" He took a sudden step forward, and spears and axes swarmed out with him, shouting.

The sudden outburst caused this group of heavily armored soldiers to rush forward one after another, swinging their weapons viciously, stabbing and slashing at the Liao soldiers. The bodies of the Liao soldiers who had been chopped by axes or killed by people were still warm. As more knights ran over, the heavily armored soldiers had advanced forward hundreds of meters.

With only two battalions of troops facing thousands of people, they were defeated.

"Xiang Wen is dead! Xiang Wen is dead!"

The spring breeze was bleak, blood was splattering, the surging crowd began to retreat, the main general was injured, the deputy general was killed, the discouraged soldiers began to turn around and run. Suddenly, a fiery red figure rushed in, and people wielding swords surrounded him, chasing the crowd backwards like driving sheep.

On both sides of the battle line, the soldiers on the broken battle line lacked reinforcement. When the cavalry rushed over, they were blown away like cannonballs. Du Fu, Shi Wengong and Yuan Lang rushed among the crowd, and the sounds of countless broken bones and flying flesh and blood accompanied them.

The torrent is rolling back. (End of this chapter)