Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Follow me! Support Pu Jianu!"

The tall Jurchen general roared, and his soldiers swarmed after him. They held shields in their hands and raised them in front of them, and drew their swords and raised them up. Under the bright sky, the ground was filled with the flashing cold light of weapons.

Wanyan Olugu tied the handle of the knife in his hand tightly with a cloth strip and roared: "Charge——"

In front of the fort, figures were seen fighting. Some accidentally stepped into a trap dug in advance and fell into the pit, being stabbed to death by sharp wood. Some were nailed by arrows from nowhere when trying to break through the chevaux de frise. They fell down howling in pain, and more figures were rushing forward.

At the distance of an arrow, the two thousand soldiers guarding the fort shouted loudly, and the archers in the arrow tower on the rear fort and the archers behind the defense line drew their bows together, took a slight aim at the raised arms, and heard someone shouting: "Shoot--"

Below, the Jin soldiers quickened their pace, and then raised their shields above their heads while running. Wanyan Olugu, holding a broadsword in hand, rode his horse and rushed forward, shouting loudly: "Charge forward! Whoever breaks this fortress will be rewarded with ten cows and be awarded the title of Mouke!"

Whoosh whoosh—

Arrows fell from both sides and from above, crashing into the surging crowd. Shields blocked the sunlight from above, and the black swarm of arrows hit the shields with a crackling sound. Some of the arrows slipped through the gaps, and a scream was immediately heard.

The distance was getting closer, and the figures fighting in the front could be seen clearly in the field of vision. The ferocious expressions and bloodstains on the faces of both the enemy and our own side were clearly visible. Then, shrill screams filled the ears. Some people fell to the ground in the blood splattering, and people from both the enemy and our own side kept coming forward to fill the positions.

Huang Ge, a Mouke of the Jin army holding a long sword, killed the swordsman and shieldman in front of him with one blow, then crouched down to avoid the stabbing spear, kicked the ground, and stabbed forward at the same time, with the tip of the sword piercing through from behind, "Kill them all here--" Huang Ge roared loudly to the people around him, killed several people in succession and advanced forward, with waves of blood rolling on the defensive front line.

"Ahhh-"

The high-pitched roar was slightly louder amid the countless shouts and fights. Bosen came charging out from the crowd on his warhorse, swung his arm, and a long spear pierced Huang Ge's chest and came out from his back, and he lifted the man off the ground with force. Blood and dead bodies fell to the ground. Someone rushed forward from the back. The man who was riding a warhorse to run through the formation to rescue pulled the reins and rushed to the next place where a fight was entangled. Black-armored soldiers from the back hurried forward to occupy this place, and the pressure on the defense line was relieved immediately.

"Drive the Jin people out of the defense line!"

Shouts came from the mouths of people with miserable faces. Bosen roared and killed several people. The next moment, reinforcements from the opposite side rushed over. The tall Wanyan Olugu squeezed through the front line, wielded his sword to cut a bloody path through the crowd. Looking at the general with a gun here, he roared, "You're looking for death!" and swung his sword to chop him on the head.

Seeing how ferocious he was coming, Bosen's scalp suddenly tightened. He raised his spear to the sky to block it, and then his sword drew a sharp blade and came down with a bang.

bang——

Sparks flew from the iron spear the moment they made contact. Bosen's raised arm suddenly bent downward and he began to tremble slightly. He quickly clenched his teeth and pushed hard, his face turning red.

"open--"

“#￥%@…”

The Jurchen general grinned at him and said something in Jurchen. Seeing that he didn't respond, he switched to half-familiar Chinese: "I... Meng'an Wanyan Olugu of the Great Jin Dynasty, surrender quickly. With your ability, follow Dubogile. He likes talented people the most. You can be a Mouke in the army."

"You can't even speak clearly, and you still want people to work for you?"

On the chaotic battlefield, the fighting figures were entangled, separated, and then came together again. Bosen wiped the sweat and blood from his face, spat to the side, and pointed his spear at the people in front of him in a defensive posture.

"You don't know how to behave!" He killed the spearman who was trying to launch a sneak attack with one blow of his sword. He knocked the horse's belly with his feet, and the warhorse suddenly rushed forward. He exerted force with both hands and chopped down with his sword. Bosen raised his spear and collided with the opponent's blade. Wanyan Olugu held the sword with both hands and pushed hard, directly blocking the spear. Bosen leaned back on his horse, held the gun with one hand, gritted his teeth, and suddenly stabbed forward -

As the warhorse moved forward, Wanyan Olugu's arm muscles bulged, he raised his knife slightly an inch, and then chopped it downward fiercely.

puff--

laugh--

The broken armor leaves flew in the air, and two soft sounds were heard when the war horses crossed each other. Wanyan Wulugu raised his hand with a cold sweat and touched the hole in his chest, and traces of blood were flowing out.

"Fortunately, I'm wearing triple armor..."

The Jurchen general looked back in shock and saw Baisen running motionless with his horse. Suddenly, he swayed and fell off the horse. A wound on his chest cut his body in half, and his internal organs flowed out with the blood. His lifeless eyes stared at the sky.

"What a pity..." Wanyan Wulugu dipped his finger in the blood on his chest, put it in his mouth and sucked it, then raised his knife and shouted: "The enemy general is dead, take advantage of the situation and kill him in the fort!"

"kill--"

The khaki army formation was surging, with a tendency to swallow up the black front line.

"Hold steady in the front..."

Meng Futong was shocked when he saw his own Sima was killed in the battle. He shouted and screamed, and drew his two swords at the same time, leading a team of soldiers to charge. In his sight, Wanyan Wulugu rushed forward bravely, breaking up two battle formations in succession. Seeing that there were too many chevaux de frise in front of him, he hung up his sword and dismounted, drew the long sword at his waist for protection, and stepped forward.

Xi Sheng, who was high up in the fort, was looking at the battle line and was shocked when he saw the raised double rabbit flags. He quickly ordered his generals to "Order Di Lei's troops to rescue Bo Sen's defense line. Inform Han Shizhong, Ma Xi, and Ma Jin to guard the rest of the defenses. Raise the bloody flags, beat the drums, and fight to the death!"

The soldier who delivered the order ran out hurriedly. In an instant, a blood-red flag was raised next to the big flag with the word "Lu" written on it. The earth-shaking sound of drums came from the top of the fort. The passionate drum beats immediately inspired the people on the front line. Di Lei, who was wearing bright silver armor with a tiger head, picked up his double hammers, knocked his warhorse, and with a sullen face, began to surge out with his soldiers.

"Sima, it's the bloody flag!"

There were roars coming from behind during the fight. Yang Zhi looked back with the spear in his hand, then turned his head and saw the double rabbit flags at Bai Sen, then looked at Fu Xiang who was leading his men in the fight at the front line, then looked at the Jin soldiers who were rushing forward desperately and took a breath.

"Come with me!"

Shaking the reins, the Green-faced Beast slowly rose and fell as the warhorse moved forward, and raised the spear in his hand: "Today is the day to establish a career, and fight for a title for my wife and children! Kill——"

"kill--"

In the hot air, black arrow rain continued to rise, countless arrows streaked across the sunlight and cast shadows, and infantrymen led by horse-riding generals ran out roaring.

Farther away, someone was wearing a green dragon helmet and holding a snake spear. (End of this chapter)