Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"It's our turn."

Du Fu stretched his body and looked back. His original plan was to meet up with Xi Sheng, and then cooperate with the infantry in the fort to attack the Jin army together with Yuan Lang. In this way, the cooperation between infantry and cavalry would repel the enemy. However, it could not be said that the timing was bad now. With fewer soldiers, it was more in line with his wishes to penetrate the enemy formation from the rear.

The cavalry were mounting their horses. The time for rest was over, and it was time for fighting. These cavalrymen had never suffered a defeat, and their arrogant mentality made them dare to charge forward no matter who they faced.

He only seeks fame and fortune on horseback, he is truly a heroic man.

The establishment of military merit made this idea spread more quickly in the army, and Wang De, who was promoted from a military marquis to a colonel, made these cavalrymen even more excited. This was different from the promotion path in the Song and Liao armies.

As long as you perform well on the battlefield, money, titles and status will come.

Everything is ready, all we need is the fight.

The warhorse slowly moved its four hooves and gradually began to run, stirring up a thin cloud of dust.

……

On the plain, the sight of people carrying flags flying back and forth filled the air.

Wanyan Gao stared at the blood-red flag in front of him with a frown. The blood-red flag rising opposite made him feel somewhat uneasy. It was different from the flag of the Liao army, which made him feel irritated as if things were out of control. However, when he saw the flag of his own general still fluttering and advancing in front of him, he couldn't help but comfort himself that everything was going well.

He calmed his mind and looked into the crowd's boiling fight. The general with the Yang character on his flag behind him slammed into Wanyan Pu's army.

"kill--"

Yang Zhi led the way, with 300 reserve troops rushing into the front line to strangle the millstone, stabbing and lashing wildly with long spears. The human body seemed fragile under the spear tip, and people fell to the ground from time to time. Those who were not dead were killed by the soldiers following behind. The unstoppable momentum immediately drove the soldiers on the front line. They shouted and chopped the people in front of them to the ground, and the contention area moved forward several feet, swallowing up many khaki figures in the jagged edges.

Wanyan Pujianu was very anxious. As the general who attacked first, he had already lost face because he could not make progress. Later, Wanyan Wulugu's flag had already run to the front, which made him even more embarrassed. Now Yang Zhi rushed into the battle with a spear, boosting the morale of the front line. If he was forced to retreat by him, it would not be a matter of face.

"Come with me and chop that general back!"

The burly Jurchen general's eyes welled up with bloodshot. He jumped on his horse, holding his sword in hand. With a red face, he looked at the general opposite with murderous intent and let out an angry roar. The personal soldiers behind him hurriedly followed.

The figures around kept retreating, knives and swords were slashing and people's heads flew into the air, and the gushing blood caught the eyes of countless people on the front line. The black and yellow figures in all directions were like opposing tides, constantly creating bloody waves, and the people who were chopped down formed an obliquely extending passage.

"You ugly, evil general..." The Jurchen's words shook the sky, and the bloodstained sword was raised above her head: "Take my sword!"

The blade brought out a streak of light and rushed towards the big man with a blue birthmark on his face.

"Aha--"

The Green-faced Beast roared, raised his spear, and blocked the attack. With a loud bang, the sword was smashed away. The two men suddenly felt a weight in their hands. They looked at each other with vigilance, kicked the horse's belly, and started fighting.

……

"We can't let them advance any further. We must fight to the death and hold on!"

Meng Futong slashed with both swords, killing several people along the way. The soldiers on both sides, who were already accustomed to fighting and charging, all had ferocious looks on their faces. The mixed people rushed forward with their shields held high, and then raised their weapons to slash and stab each other wildly. The ferocity moved Wanyan Wulugu, who was used to fighting the Liao army.

Blood spurted out before his eyes. He stepped over the corpses and shouted loudly in three layers of armor: "Don't stop, kill them and chop off the enemy general's head!"

"kill--"

The sounds of frenzied fighting filled his ears. Meng Futong stared at the general walking in front of him. The blood in his veins seemed to be burning. He turned around to avoid the chopping sword. The two swords in his hands flashed across the opponent's body several times as he walked. Blood spurted out, and the corpse fell to the ground with a bang, maintaining the chopping posture.

The next moment, he took a step forward and ran, the flashing sword light swept past several soldiers who were blocking his way. Seeing the Jurchen general walking slowly, he jumped up and chopped his head fiercely with the two swords in his hands.

Clang—a pair of blades chopped on the long sword, Wanyan Olugu raised his foot and kicked, bang—the figure that had not yet landed on the ground was kicked out.

"court death--"

A figure in heavy armor took a step forward and chased after him, swinging his blade. Amid the clanging sounds of parrying, blood was flowing from the body of the general who was holding the blade with both hands.

……

Arrows were flying in the sky, landing on people, chevaux de frise, and war horses. A Jurchen soldier had just killed a Lu Bu swordsman and stood up unsteadily. An arrow pierced his neck with a "puff". As he fell, he saw a flag with unintelligible Chinese characters and a pair of black oil hammers remained in his last consciousness.

"Follow me, hurry up——"

Di Yun put down the bow and arrow in his hand, followed his brother and shouted loudly, with anxiety in his heart. Soldiers with shields and guns rushed forward behind him, cooperating with each other and rushing to the front line. The injured comrades were helped aside.

Shields were raised on their arms, and the forest of spears behind them gathered into a formation. When the dust on the ground was raised, they fiercely crashed into the gap in the fighting. The sudden fighting stopped the Jin soldiers' attack.

"push--"

A roar came from the mouth of the swordsman and his companions in the back added strength, and the front line pressed towards the Jin army.

"You're looking for death! Hold on!"

Wanyan Wulugu became very anxious upon seeing this. He turned back and roared, without stopping, he chopped down several times with his sword. Meng Futong, who was covered in blood, tried to block a few times, but then his arm was cut off by the sword. The Jurchen general was about to attack him with another sword, but his eyes fixed and he suddenly lowered his head.

whoosh-

A feather arrow flew over his head.

"I am Dele—"

The warhorse came from behind, and the young general holding two hammers had fire in his eyes: "Take my hammer!"

The warhorse approached the man, and the iron hammer took advantage of the horse's speed to smash past him.

"what--"

Amidst wild roars, Wanyan Wulugu raised his sword to meet the attack, but the sword in his hand was smashed away with a bang, and fell to the ground, shaking twice, and was already bent and deformed. Di Lei reined in his horse and turned around. The Jurchen man behind him was hunched over in pain, holding his right hand with his left hand. Several fingers of the hand that had just held the sword were turned outward, having been broken by the sledgehammer.

Behind him, Di Yun drew his bow and shot three arrows in succession. With a whoosh sound, the arrows penetrated Wanyan Olugu's armor. The impact of the arrows made the Jurchen man stagger a few times, but he did not fall down.

"How many armors..." Di Lei snorted when he saw the opponent's abnormal body shape, jumped off the warhorse, patted the horse's butt to drive it aside, and hit a Jin soldier's head with a hammer. A pile of yellow and white things exploded, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Damn..."

Upon seeing this, Wanyan Olugu looked around, then half-knelt down, picked up the single-edged sword dropped by Meng Futong, and held it with his left hand.

When Di Lei saw this, he didn't say much. He ran a few steps, and when he was close, he smashed the hammer in his hand over with anger. Wanyan Olugu swung his sword to meet him, but he was seriously injured at the moment, so how could he block it? With a bang, the sword was knocked away.

The general on the opposite side who was holding two hammers turned around and smashed the other hammer on his head.

puff--

The iron helmet twisted irregularly, one of the eyeballs popped out, blood gushed out of all seven orifices, and the whole person flew to the ground sideways.

"Carry Sima Meng back." After giving the order, Di Lei turned around and looked at the front line, then jumped into the bloody waves. (End of this chapter)