Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The river water was rippling in the wind, and the transport ship parked next to the pontoon was up and down. In the darkness, the sound of the river water hitting the hull could be heard in waves.

The windproof lanterns hung on the mast swayed in the wind. The soldiers stood on the ship's tower, looking at the military camp on the south bank, looking a little tired.

At some point, the desolate sound of the horn was heard again in the night sky.

"What happened? Why did the horn blow several times?"

On the deck below, the captain stuck his head out of the hatch, looked at the soldier above and asked a question. This man had come aboard when their ship was conscripted. They had been together for a few days and had a certain friendship, so they, the common people, were not that afraid.

"I don't know. I can't see what's happening over there." The soldier said, then thought about it and said, "Maybe they found the enemy one after another... But we didn't hear any shouting and killing, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"Oh..." The captain nodded, and without going back, he walked out wearing his clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"Go relieve yourself."

The captain replied with his back turned. He was too lazy to go back to the smelly place in the cabin to use the toilet. He walked directly to the side of the boat and untied his belt. An arc hung down on the boat. The feeling of liberation made him look up and exhale. Feeling something was wrong, he said "Huh?" and looked towards the distance of the river.

There seems to be something ahead...

He leaned his head forward slightly, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance carefully, his eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth, but before he could shout, a figure jumped up, stabbed a knife into his throat, and held the man up. The murderer nervously looked at the soldiers on the high ship building who were unaware of anything, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he felt a little warmth on his thigh, and looked down in confusion, and saw an ugly thing stuck to his leg, oozing hot and smelly urine.

"!!!"

The muscles on the man's face twitched continuously. He held the corpse with his hands, unable to push it away or lean on it. His face was so distorted that his original appearance could not be recognized.

"Have you finished peeing? It took so long."

The sound coming from afar made his expression tense. He frowned and raised his hand that was holding the dead body and waved it.

"The lazy donkey is on the millstone..."

The soldier muttered something and turned his head to look at the shore. The horn had stopped, but there was still no sound of fighting. He couldn't help but walk over there and hold the guardrail to watch for a while. He turned around and said, "What the hell is going on? The horn keeps blowing, and it makes me nervous."

Then he turned around and was startled. A sharp knife pierced into his throat. He died instantly without even struggling.

Under the dim light, Shan Jinglong's bitter face was revealed. He laid the corpse down and quickly stretched out his hand to wipe his thigh, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He looked at the dead soldier, and quickly cut open the man's clothes with a knife. He took a piece of cloth and rolled it into a ball, and wiped his legs fiercely, muttering: "Fuck it, next time this happens, whoever wants to come can come, I've had enough, ugh - it stinks... you dead bastard."

In the back, a few soft sounds were heard that were not obvious amid the sound of the waves. Five navy soldiers wearing water jackets approached Shan Jinglong. After a moment of silence, they spoke: "Sima, what are you doing?"

"what?"

Shan Jinglong turned to look at the soldiers and waved his hand: "Do what you need to do. I'm just unlucky. I ran into a damn guy peeing on the bow. It's really bad luck! If I had known earlier, I would have worn a water jacket."

"Oh……"

The five people responded, looked at each other, hesitated, and four of them moved towards the cabin. The last man walked to the wooden ladder, stood there for a while, and finally couldn't help but turned back: "Sima..."

"What are you doing?" Shan Jinglong rubbed his legs red, and looked up at the man impatiently: "Why are you still here?"

"No, that..." The soldier paused, but couldn't help but speak: "When that person urinated, it came up like this, and the water..."

"..." The action of wiping his legs suddenly stopped, Shan Jinglong's eyes widened and his mouth opened.

"vomit--"

"I'll go and do the work." Seeing this, the soldier hurriedly ran down the wooden ladder. The sound of retching was heard on the upper deck.

Soon, the large transport ships docked on both sides of the pontoon bridge caught fire almost at the same time, and the orange-red light began to illuminate the spacious river channel.

The sparkling water reflected the flames, revealing the figures of huge monsters in the distance, densely packed on both sides of the boat, rushing straight towards the camp near the shore.

The soldier on duty was still looking at the wild field, waiting for the annoying sound of horse hooves to sound again. Suddenly, he felt that the sky and the earth had become much brighter. He hurriedly looked back and saw that the fire had already started on the big ship. In horror, he almost crawled over, picked up the hanging horn, and blew it hard.

Wuwuwu——

……

Wanyan Aguda was lying in the big tent. Having been a soldier all his life, such warning sounds could not affect his sleep. Since he had decided to entrust the responsibility of guarding the camp to the younger generation of the tribe, he fully trusted them and therefore slept quite soundly.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard outside, and Wanyan Zonggan rushed in, shouting, "Father Khan, Father Khan, wake up!" The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with his back, "What happened? Why are you so panicked?"

Wanyan Zonggan wiped the sweat off his head and pointed outside: "The river, the boats on the river are on fire, the warships of the Southern Army appeared on the river and are trying to board them."

"From the river?!"

Wanyan Aguda opened his eyes wide, and hurriedly got down to the ground, reached out to take the sword placed beside him, and hurried out of the tent. The light of the whole night was different. In his eyes, fires were burning on both sides of the floating bridge, and the whole sky turned orange.

"How did they do it?"

……

The night wind blew the flags on the ship, and the flags of Li, Wei and Huyan fluttered in the wind.

The sound of water splashing against the river was heard by everyone. Li Bao, Wei Zhaode and Hu Yanqing stood in the bird room of their respective flagship ships, looking at the water gate that was close at hand. They raised their arms and waved, and someone was waving a torch.

boom--

The eel boat slammed hard into the wooden door, and broken wood chips flew into the air.

"Say hello to these Jurchens." On the flagship in the rear, Hu Yanqing was extremely excited. He walked to the window of the sparrow room and shouted, "Use fire arrows to shoot at their nearest tents!"

A group of torches were raised at the side of the ship, brought close to the arrow, lit the flame arrow, and then brought close to the fuse.

laugh--

The lit gunpowder fuse burned rapidly, and the arrows on the boat flew out suddenly. The air was filled with the hissing sound of gunpowder spraying.

The sound of horns circled over the camp, and hundreds of arcs fell from the sky as Hu Yanqing shouted, "Jurchens, it's time to get up!"

woohoo-

The flames licked the flammable felt, and the strong wind at night fanned the fire, and the whole camp was instantly in chaos.

"Turn, turn, let the infantry off the boat!"

Shouts rang out on the sea eel boat. Wei Zhaode looked coldly at the man on fire running out of the tent and snorted, "You dare to go south without a navy? Do you think we are dead?"

The ten troop transport ships closest to the shore slowly turned sideways in the river waves. The water was pushed by the hull, rolling violently and shaking. Dong Xian, Zhao Li, Shan Shiqi and the soldiers stayed in the cabin, ready to attack at any time. Some closed their eyes and muttered to themselves, some took out cloth strips to tie their palms, and then tightly grasped the handles of their swords and crossbows.

"Prepare to disembark—"

"Move back, don't fall down!"

The Jin soldiers naturally knew what the fleet wanted to do in the military camp in front of them. The generals in the rear camp shouted and wanted to mobilize the troops to gather here, but in a hurry, the confused soldiers were unable to gather for a while. The burning tents made many people dazed and unwilling to move forward. In desperation, these Meng'an and Mouke could only organize people as much as possible and prepare for defense on the spot.

The troop transport ship ran aground with a bang and stopped. The commander on the ship acted decisively and opened the baffles on both sides, revealing the hatch at the back that blocked the soldiers.

Shan Shiqi held the iron rod, licked his lips, and a slightly excited voice rang out in the cabin: "Brothers——"

"exist--"

The soldiers standing in the cabin, holding shields, swords, spears, and crossbows, roared in unison in response.

The next moment, the sturdy body took a step forward, stepped on the open hatch, smiled grimly, and leaped down. His passionate voice resounded under the night sky: "Today is the day to achieve success, follow me -"

On the ten troop transport ships, more than three thousand figures rushed out of the cabins with roars, stepping on the cold river water in the shallows, splashing water, and rushed towards the Jin soldiers who were forming a battle formation over there.

……

further afield.

The light of the flames shone into the eyes of the soldiers lurking in the wilderness. Lin Chong, dressed in black armor, raised his spear, rubbed his face hard, and strode towards his warhorse.

"Follow."

He said. (End of this chapter)