Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In the camp dotted with bonfires, groaning sounds echoed in the night sky. In the spacious camp, soldiers in armor walked between the tents. The strong smell of medicine and blood wafted into the nose from time to time.

When Wanyan Xibushi came over, Guo Lun, who was in the commander's tent, was extremely excited. He was still staring at the battle report in a daze. In the flickering light, his face was gloomy and uncertain. Every word on the paper seemed to be mocking him, making his frown even tighter.

"Before we sent out the troops, I thought the army in the south would be similar to the Liao army, at most a little more difficult to deal with. I didn't expect that they would fight us like this. Wu Yashu's child also died in the battle. This nightmare scene has never appeared in my mind."

Wanyan Gao's body trembled, he looked up at the middle-aged man who came in, and stood up: "Amaibogile..."

"Sit down." A majestic figure came over, patted his shoulder, pushed him to a seat, and sat down himself. He raised his hand to pick up the wine jug on the table and poured wine for the two of them: "Xie Ye, I have known your brother for decades, and you are being stubborn again."

Wanyan Gao pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to laugh but unable to. He supported his thigh with his hands and sighed, "It's my fault today. I wanted to give the order to retreat, but in the end I thought that if I held on a little longer, I might be able to attack..."

Pushing the wine glass forward, Wanyan Xibushi took a sip and said, "Knowing how to make choices is very important on the battlefield. What happened today... in the final analysis, we fell into the trap set by the southerners. They attacked us from both inside and outside."

"Don't comfort me, Amai Bojilie." Wanyan Gao picked up the wine glass and drank the strong wine. The wine that used to be spicy tasted bitter this time. "I have written down what happened today and sent a fast horse to send it to Du Bojilie. More than half of the people were killed or wounded, two generals were killed, and even more were killed in the battle. This kind of mistake cannot be covered up no matter what."

"The Southern Army on the other side is indeed brave, not inferior to us." Nodding, Wanyan Xibushi put the wine glass on the table and looked at the frowning face on the other side: "It's just a temporary defeat, it doesn't matter, but we can't lose again..."

"Fortunately, there is no bad news from my eldest brother..." Wanyan Gao nodded slowly. He knew what the former meant. The Jin Kingdom was newly established not long ago, and it was actually still the old foundation of the Wanyan tribe alliance when his father Wanyan Helibo was alive. These tribes were willing to follow him because his Wanyan tribe was strong and fair, and the newly joined tribes did not have as much confidence in his Wanyan tribe as the former. One or two failures were still okay, but if they were always defeated, I am afraid that the following tribes would be unstable.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Let's retreat twenty miles and set up camp first." Wanyan Gao slowly clenched his fists and said, "We have lost the initiative, and the morale of the enemy soldiers is as high as ours. A strong attack is no longer feasible. We can only discuss it later."

"That's all. Wait for news from Wuqimai and Dubojilie. If they win, we can also encircle the southerners here."

Just as the two men were sitting opposite each other, discussing today's losses and the enemy's response, news about the Shuangzhou battlefield also arrived that night. Because of the distance, it was already midnight when the knight who delivered the letter arrived.

When Wanyan Sheng led his army to capture the city but encountered difficulties, he reminded the enemy that their soldiers were brave and their morale was high, and that they should not be regarded as a bad army of the Liao people and should be treated with caution.

Wanyan Gao finally laughed bitterly: "This document..." He shook the hardcover book in his hand and threw it on the table: "You are a little late!"

The light was as small as a bean and shook suddenly.

It was a dark night. A fleet walked west along the Liaohe River into the Changhe River. A team of cavalry came down to transport the boats under the light of torches. They unfurled the flag in the night, and the simple Chinese character "王" stretched out in the firelight.

Soon, the war horses began to gallop and headed north.

…The sky gradually brightened, thick clouds covered the sky above Yinzhou, the air became heavy and the color of the clouds gradually darkened.

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Raindrops hit the wooden window, and gradually the number of drops increased. A rain curtain that stretched from the sky to the ground hung in the field of vision. Young men in straw raincoats were running back and forth, carrying rainproof objects to cover weapons that were easily wetted by rain and damp.

At this time, the fort was in a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Soldiers patrolled in the rain, scouts and cavalry ran around in the wind and rain, delivering messages in a timely manner. Rainwater gathered in potholes, and the mud was trampled, splashing turbid sewage and falling down again.

Several figures came out of the alley one after another and headed towards the largest house. They had received the order from Lu Bu and were rushing over. At the same time, the military camp was also ordered to be on standby at all times.

"General of the Cavalry!"

The generals who walked into the room, such as Lin Chong, Tang Bin, Shi Wengong, Cao Hong and others, looked at Lu Bu who was standing in front of the geomancy map, bowed and saluted, and greeted Hua Rong, Yao Gang, Shangguan Yi and others who were already in the room.

"Everyone is here. Take a look at this military intelligence. It was urgently sent by Xiao Haili and Bian Xiang. I have ordered someone to copy it and send it to Wei Dingguo, Sun An and others."

Several people took a look at it, and Tang Bin walked forward to take it. He quickly read it and then passed it to Lin Chong and others. His brows frowned involuntarily. After everyone had read it, he put the document back on the table.

"Don't worry about whether the news is true or not. Xiao Haili and Bian Xiang are not people who talk nonsense. I have also heard about the bravery of the Jin army." After a slight pause, Lu Bu looked around at the people in the room and said, "But don't worry too much. The Jin army only had the upper hand in the Shuangzhou battle. After that, it can't beat our army at all. You must also be prepared when you go back, and don't be careless. This battle is not as easy as the previous battles between Song and Liao."

Several people smiled, then said seriously: "General, what you said is very true. From this point of view, the Jin army is not comparable to the Liao and Song. A test attack almost took the city first. This has never happened before."

"That's good to think about." Lu Bu turned around and pointed at the feng shui map. "But don't worry too much... I have already made arrangements. Li Bao, Wei Zhaode and others will lead Mi Xian's troops along the waterway to the rear of the Jin army."

His finger followed the curved line of the painting upwards and poked at a certain point: "Here..."

Zhang Kai patted the empty space with his hand and said, "Defeat them in front of Yinzhou."

"Yes!"

All the generals stood up, clasped their fists, and shouted in shock.

Outside, in the heavy rain, a horseman came galloping in. When he was almost in front of the house, he jumped over the horse and ran in through the puddles, his whole body wet. The rain dripped down his raincoat to the ground. He clasped his fists and said, "General, there is urgent military information ahead."

The document wrapped in oil paper was opened, and familiar handwriting came into view. The generals looked at his frowning brows and stood up slightly: "General, what's wrong?" (End of this chapter)