Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The horses neighed long and loudly, and their hooves flew rapidly on the ground. The figure on the Red Hare waved his painted halberd left and right, and the sharp halberd blade slashed through the Liao soldiers who were rushing towards him. Human limbs flew into the sky, and flesh and blood formed a bloody path as Lu Bu charged forward. The cavalry following behind him also kept swinging their weapons, and fewer and fewer people dared to face the enemy head-on.

"Let's go! Xiang Wen is gone, what's the point of fighting!"

The morale of the Liao army, which had been blocked at the front line for a long time, had already dropped. Most of them turned around and ran. Bao Misheng took off his armor and battle robe, revealing several wounds on his body. He was applying medicine and bandaging them to prepare for continued fighting. The sudden collapse of the front line startled the commander of the front army. He didn't bother to put on his armor, but stood up and jumped on his warhorse. He swung his iron spear backwards, stared with wide eyes and shouted hoarsely: "Come back - form a formation! Block it!"

The running soldiers did not even hesitate. Some of the soldiers who were stared at by him threw their weapons to the ground and ran with their legs swinging desperately.

Bao Mi Sheng's eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot, and the blood seeping from under the white towel on his body quickly dyed the wound red: "A bunch of damned bastards..."

He raised his iron spear and was about to charge forward, but several personal soldiers on horseback chased after him to protect him. Someone grabbed the bridle of his horse and turned the horse around.

"Xiang Wen, run!"

"open……"

The commander who was being dragged by his warhorse turned his head and looked back. He was about to struggle when suddenly a spray of hot blood splashed on his face. An iron arrow pierced through the neck of the personal soldier standing in front of him. His lifeless body flew a foot away from the saddle and fell to the ground with a thud.

Within his sight, a fiery red figure was holding a bow forty feet away. Bao Mi Sheng was suddenly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, then a hot sweat. Without saying a word, he turned around and rode away quickly. Several personal soldiers did not dare to delay and hurriedly shouted to catch up, and more knights started running.

There was a chorus of screams, and the 3,500 cavalrymen immediately tore through the crowd, opening the way forward. The soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp following closely behind were overtaken by Sun An's army wearing leather armor, and they rushed forward with swords, shields and spears. Lin Chong and Tang Bin gritted their teeth as they watched the figures running in front of them.

I was so excited just now that I chased the enemy and forgot to get back on my horse.

The charging cavalry drove away the crowded Liao soldiers. Whenever someone tried to escape from the two sides, a knight would immediately chase them and trim the crooked "branches and leaves" neatly. Lu Bu put away his bow and picked up his Fang Tian Huaji again, riding his horse to press towards the Liao army behind him. He looked at the big banner fluttering in the distance with his tiger eyes, pursed his lips, and the Red Hare under his crotch seemed to sense the desire of the person on him, and immediately increased the speed a little.

Bao Mi Sheng looked back at the front and saw the fiery red figure rushing straight towards him. He immediately pulled the reins, whipped the horse repeatedly, and went sideways. When he saw the figure holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji still rushing straight forward, he breathed a sigh of relief.

……

The sunlight shines down, stretching people's shadows into long ones, and the sky is full of flying dust, which seems to have formed a barrier of wind and sand.

On the vast plain, the two thousand cavalrymen led by Yelu Zonglei were shouting and charging back. The visibility on the battlefield was not good, but the sound of fighting coming from the front line in the distance could be heard. He had never thought that the front army would collapse so quickly. Even if the other side sent out cavalry, they would not be defeated in such a short time.

In less than a cup of tea, the young man running in front could already see the terrified expressions on the faces of the fleeing soldiers. Countless chaotic footsteps stomped on the ground, approaching this side frantically with strange roars. Some people still had reason and knew that they could not continue to run towards the main camp like this, but they were dragged along, and there were Lu Bu's cavalry behind them. If they ran away, they would be beheaded with a knife, so they had to follow the majority and rush back to their own army.

The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred feet. Yelu Zonglei felt that he could not let this group of defeated soldiers continue to run back. His father was in the formation. If he was really hit, the situation in the entire Liaodong would be in danger.

Just thinking about it gives me a chill.

"Don't run ahead anymore, go back—"

"Turn around and kill the thieves immediately. Do not run away. Anyone who escapes will be beheaded!"

"Don't bump into the central army's flag, turn around--"

All kinds of shouts arose among the two thousand Liao cavalrymen under the clear sky. Many of the fleeing soldiers on the opposite side were already angry with the Khitan nobles. Upon hearing this, they immediately brandished their weapons: "Come on! It's nothing but death! I'll take you with me!"

The crowd was running wildly and the horses were galloping, interweaving into an indescribable melody. Three thousand five hundred cavalrymen drove away the Liao army's fleeing soldiers, who still numbered over five thousand, and pressed towards the general's flag in the rear.

Yelu Zonglei gritted his teeth and raised the big knife in his hand: "Don't let them hit the general's flag, kill--"

"kill--"

The figure riding a warhorse inserted himself diagonally into the pot, and it was like pouring cold water into the hot oil in a pot, causing it to explode with a loud bang.

Thousands of swords were wielding as the two armies engaged in battle. Some were knocked out by horses. They were all comrades who were hacking and killing each other. Blood and body parts were splattered in the air. The screams and wails of people and horses suddenly reached a peak. Yelu Zonglei gritted his teeth, his eyes were fierce, and he roared "Ah——". Several personal soldiers beside him acted as messengers and kept shouting: "Don't hesitate! Swing your weapons!"

"They are now enemies, don't let them offend the Marshal!"

The cavalry's oblique advance caused a huge backlash, the resistance gradually increased, and the speed of the charge slowed down.

However, what surprised him even more was that the cavalry of Lu Bu's army rushed over from behind the fleeing soldiers.

The horses' hooves trampled the ground, splashing the blood flowing on the ground. The high-raised flag with the word "Yuan" on it fluttered. The cavalry was divided into two parts, and they made a huge inner arc from the left and right behind the fleeing soldiers. Behind Yuan Lang, the two brothers of the Teng family led a part of the cavalry, and each of them led a part of the cavalry with Yuan Lang and pounced directly on the waist of the cavalry.

The three of them have been through many battles, so it is no exaggeration to say that they are seasoned warriors. The cavalry under their command have become more elite after years of fighting, and the current charge brings an overwhelming momentum.

Among the fleeing soldiers, someone had a ferocious look on his face, tucked his spear under his arm, and a charging warhorse approached.

Like a giant's waving arm, it pierced in with a bang. The spear lifted the body into the air, and the sword chopped the person's neck. Blood spurted into the sky nearly a meter high, and many people narrowed their eyes.

The water-grinding steel hammer was swung, and a figure flew from the warhorse into the sky, fell to the ground and was trampled into a ball by the warhorse. Someone was knocked to the ground and rolled back and forth to avoid many thick black shadows. When he stood up, the three-pointed, double-edged sword just came down, the sword flashed, and the head flew to the side with a smile.

In the rear, more cavalrymen swarmed over, and the gaps torn open were terrified by the killing. Among the Khitan cavalrymen in front, Yelu Zonglei's eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were burning as if he was drunk. He immediately pulled the reins and dragged the big knife in one hand: "Follow me, kill the bandits!"

The horse's hooves were stampeding rapidly, the wolf fur on the helmet fluttered backwards, the blade cut across the man's neck, and when his head spun into the sky, a black warhorse came towards him. Without even looking at the opponent's appearance, he chopped fiercely with the big pole knife.

when--

The ferocious force rebounded upon him, and Yelu Zonglei then looked at the fierce man in front of him. The other party gave him an annoying chuckle, and suddenly let go of the sword in his hand, letting it fall to the ground, and pulled out a tiger-eye bamboo steel whip to hit Ma Qi who was approaching.

"Take your life!"

The third son of the Yelu family would naturally not retreat. He quickly swung his sword and killed him. However, the opponent's steel whip was wielding swiftly and with great force. The sword and whip collided with each other with a few clangs. He immediately lost his distance advantage and was killed in a cold sweat. Several personal guards at the back were very anxious and shouted "Stop!" and rushed forward to help. With swords and spears in hand, they managed to resist the opponent's fierce attack for a while. The blade left two white marks on the opponent's armor.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "You are outnumbered and bullying my brothers? Don't worry, Erlang, I am here for you!"

Yelu Zonglei looked over and saw a general holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword chopped down the Liao cavalry on the opposite side during a fight. He suddenly rushed over, and two of his personal soldiers beside him quickly turned around and killed them.

Teng Kan was very anxious and shouted, "Da Lang, you don't need to help me. I can handle it." He waved his steel whip to deflect the long spear that the guards were stabbing at, and blocked the big knife that was chopped at him from the opposite side. He kept nagging at the opposite side, "I said you should give me your life, but you dragged your feet and brought my elder brother here. You are really ignorant."

Yelu Zonglei's face turned even redder, but he was accustomed to such words. He silently attacked Erlang of the Teng family with the guards. Suddenly, he heard a scream of "Ah--" and hurriedly held Teng Kan's steel whip. Then he saw two guards, one of whom was chopped into two and fell to the ground with colorful intestines. Another one was holding a spear horizontally and was being pressed down to the neck by the three-pointed, double-edged sword. He shouted, "Prince, run away!" and his neck was chopped. The sword flashed downwards and blood splattered, pouring all over Teng Kan's head.

"what!"

Yelu Zonglei roared, reined in his horse, and ran diagonally to the side. Several personal soldiers who were entangled with Teng Kan hurriedly fought hard to hold back the fierce man and prevent him from chasing them. Soon their heads were smashed by the steel whip, and they fell off their horses headfirst.

Waves of blood mixed with corpses were rolling, and the cavalrymen who were fleeing with the commander suddenly lost their backbone. Yuan Lang roared loudly, commanding his cavalry to tear apart this group of troops. After all, the Liao army was still unable to resist. After a moment, the soldiers on horseback also collapsed with panic expressions, and were driven to flee in the direction of the commander's flag along with the infantry.

……

On the road leading to the front army, Yelu Zongli, who was wearing iron armor, stared in amazement at the front army soldiers who turned around and started to flee. He immediately reined in his horse. The rolling dust filled the entire sky and earth. The soldiers who were shouting and fleeing rushed straight towards this side.

In the rear, the personal soldiers who came over following Yelu Dezhong's orders widened their eyes and said, "Go!" Grabbing the reins of the youngest son of the Yelu family and turning around the dock, a dozen riders pushed aside the bewildered crowd and fled desperately.

After a while, the crowd approached. (End of this chapter)