Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In the midday light, the surging soldiers of Lu Bu's army were like a black cloud urging the city to attack, roaring and bypassing the defensive fortifications filled with chevaux de frise. Ma Jin, holding the Autumn Water Goose Feather Knife, rushed madly towards Yang Zhi.

After a long and fierce battle, the green-faced beast was covered with scars. Its good armor was chopped by Wanyan Pu's slaves and was full of mottled marks. Blood seeped through its battle robe. Its arms were waving mechanically, and its family-inherited spear skills were a little messy. The figure on the opposite side was also a little out of breath, but looked much better than Yang Zhi.

The sight moved to Wanyan Xibushi's side. The warrior holding two hammers was advancing with difficulty. A battle flag with the word "Korean" followed along with the surge of heads, and the shouts of fighting gradually increased.

The khaki color on the front line was gradually swallowed up by black.

"I was tricked..."

Under the banner of the Jin army, Wanyan Gao murmured something, raised his hand holding the reins slightly, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he put his hand down and issued orders loudly: "Let the front army withdraw slowly, and the central army will go back to join Wanyan Zongxiong and let him hold on! The spearmen will line up and inform Wanyan Shitumen to prepare to fight the cavalry!"

The command flags were waving, and several messengers were running in their respective directions. The Jurchen language echoed in the formation, footsteps were heard in the array, and the soldiers in the central army kept moving.

Xi Sheng, who was watching from a high place, could not hide the change of formation from him. He immediately called the messenger and said, "Blow the horn and have Ma Xun attack as well. Do not let him form a defensive line in the middle. The enemy wants to concentrate their forces on Du Fu first."

The bravery of the Jin army also made the commander who was used to fighting the Song army look at him differently. The ordinary army had already retreated at this time, but the Jin people were still fighting bravely. He thought to himself that if there were no military merits to encourage the army, they would not be able to fight so hard.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard beside the fort. Xi Sheng turned around and saw a large flag with the word "Yuan" fluttering in the wind.

Just as the troops were being deployed in the front, Du Fu led the cavalry into Wanyan Zongxiong's battle formation. A series of high-speed charging figures slammed into the shields and spears. The people and horses were constantly squeezed under the impact. The huge collision force smashed the people and shields together. The corpses were rolled up under the galloping iron hooves and turned into meat paste in the blink of an eye. Some soldiers bravely stabbed their spears into the chest of the warhorse. The warhorse did not die for a while, and slid two or three feet with the people on it. The knights on the saddle jumped off the horse quickly and fell into a ball. Some failed to get away in time and fell on the enemy with their horses. The sound of broken bones was drowned out by the shrill screams.

The bodies of the charging cavalry and the defending infantry increased and piled up in the gap. The cavalry who did not die in the first moment continued to rush madly into the battle formation, stepping on the corpses to make a gap. The figures wearing Qinglong armor charged to the front line, leading the cavalry behind them to stab and whip bravely. The Zhangba Snake Spear pierced into the face of a Jin soldier, picked up the opponent and threw him away. While dancing, the fierce force would occasionally knock away the soldiers blocking the way ahead, and blood formed red carpets in the crowd.

"Hold on—hold on—"

Wanyan Zongxiong's heart-wrenching voice was heard. In his sight, a Mouke was killed on the spot by a golden mace. Then, two figures, one in front and two behind, galloped on their horses, rushing towards him without slowing down at all.

"How dare the thief underestimate me!"

The Jurchen general was furious and picked up the longbow. He had just drawn the bow and put the arrow on it, but before he could pull the bowstring, Niu Gao behind Du Fu shot an arrow at him, and Wanyan Zongxiong hurriedly dodged.

whoosh-

The arrow slid across his cheek, and a burning pain was felt.

"Golden thief! Leave your life behind--"

Du Fu roared loudly, and suddenly retracted the hand holding the Zhangba Snake Spear and threw it forward. The tip of the spear, flashing with a cold light, slid in an arc and pierced into the warhorse under Wanyan Zongxiong. He stretched out his hand to grasp the protective long sword and slightly tilted his body.

The Jurchen who was knocked off his horse hurriedly supported himself on the ground with his hands and tried to look up and forward. A U-shaped iron horse hoof fell in front of him. He heard a choking sound in his ears. His vision suddenly rolled around. He looked in astonishment at a headless corpse that was supporting itself on the ground and trying to stand up.

That is……

Consciousness returns to darkness.

"rush--"

The sound of shouting was still echoing in the sky, representing that the battle flag of the commander of the rear army was cut off and fell to the ground.

……

"Why haven't the front troops retreated yet!" The sound of fighting came from the front and back. Wanyan Gao's expression became more and more impatient. He felt that things were beyond his control. Just as he was about to issue an order, someone in the back shouted: "Bojilie, the rear army was defeated!"

Looking back suddenly, Wanyan Gao did not see Wanyan Zongxiong's flag, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Mou Lianghu..."

Behind his head, the sound of landslide and tsunami came. The commander of the army hurriedly turned around. Wanyan Xibushi's flag was retreating, and the Di and Han flags were chasing closely. The chaos on the front line triggered a chain reaction. Wanyan Pujianu's flag was also moving back. In the opposite fort, another horse flag was running out. The sound of horse hooves was loud on the battlefield. Under the Yuan flag on the left, the figure of a galloping war horse could be vaguely seen.

"Damn-"

Annoyance crept across his face. Wanyan Gao's hand holding the reins was bulging with veins, and his palms were pale. "Let's go - break out! Give the order to break out!"

Woohoo——

woo-

The horn of retreat was sounded, and many Jurchen soldiers turned and ran. Wanyan Xibushi looked at the flag of retreat on the right, reined in his horse, turned around and galloped away. Waves of blood rolled forward, leaving behind a large number of yellow and black corpses, which were gradually swallowed up by the surging black tide. The sounds of fighting and shouting gradually changed, and the sound of metal clashing died down, and the sound waves gradually rose.

Yang Zhi was slashed several times by Wanyan Pu's slaves and was seriously injured. Seeing this, he shouted to fight fiercely, and ignored Fu Xiang and Ma Jin's advice to "stop chasing!" He raised his spear and jumped on his horse to rush forward bravely: "Don't run away, Jin thieves, come back and fight with me again!"

The crowd was crowded. Wanyan Pu Jianu, holding a big knife, looked back at Yang Zhi, spitted, gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed. He immediately reined in his horse, pointed his big knife behind him, and shouted in unfamiliar Chinese: "Come on! A fight to the death!"

Yang Zhi was furious. He spurred his horse and brandished his spear, knocking aside the two soldiers blocking his way. He shouted loudly, "The thief will be punished..."

puff--

A feather arrow shot into Yang Zhi's neck from behind, and the green-faced beast died instantly, with its corpse falling off its horse.

"Control!"

"Envoy Yang!"

Ma Jin and Fu Xiang in the back were startled and looked over, only to see Wanyan Xibushi in golden armor drawing his bow and arrow at them, so they quickly dodged to the side.

whoosh-

whoosh-

Two consecutive arrows pierced the air, and under the strong force, the arrows sank into the ground, leaving only the white arrow tails swaying slightly outside.

"pity……"

Wanyan Xibushi looked at the two people who dodged, leaned back and saw Di Lei and Han Shizhong leading their troops to kill them. He could only sigh, shake the reins, and quickly retreat with his personal soldiers.

Not long after, Yuan Lang, who had less than 1,500 men, also came with his cavalry. Without any hesitation, he attacked the pursuers directly. A large number of infantry were slaughtered. Wanyan Gao, who was being chased, turned around with his personal guards and generals such as Wanyan Xibusi and Wanyan Shitumen to stop the enemy. He counterattacked three times in succession. When the setting sun burned the white clouds, he turned around and fled back to the camp, leaving behind a large number of corpses.

At dusk that day, the west was a sea of ​​blood. The infantry soldiers under the fort sadly gathered the bodies of their comrades. Chu Heng's body was found on the way of pursuit. In the wounded camp, Xi Sheng closed Meng Futong's wide-open eyes with an expressionless face, then walked out of the room, looked at the sky and sighed.

Later, the orders and battle reports from both sides were sent to the east non-stop, reporting today's battle. (End of this chapter)