Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The wind blew down from the farther fields. The sky of Liaozhou was still covered with the cloak of darkness. A horse team of thousands of people galloped across the fields, creating an overwhelming momentum.

The hundreds of Jin soldiers who stopped in the middle hesitated for only a moment, and Wanyan Xibushi immediately shouted: "Wanyan Xishi, take Guolun Zebojilie away!"

"Amabojire..."

As soon as Wanyan Gao shouted, a square-faced young man rode out from the cavalry group and dragged Wanyan Gao towards the darkness. The latter kept looking back, seeming reluctant to let him go. Dozens of the former's guards in the team looked at each other, someone said something, and immediately ten more riders rushed out to chase after him.

Boom boom boom——

The sound of galloping horses could be heard from the front and back. Wanyan Xibushi picked up his weapon and rode slowly forward, saying in a loud and sorrowful voice: "Warriors of the Great Jin, we are defeated tonight, but the Jin Kingdom cannot lose two Bojilie in one day. Although I am old, I can still emit my last rays of light and heat to let these southern armies know the tenacity and perseverance that only the northern Jurchen warriors can show."

The warhorse began to accelerate slowly, and the personal soldiers followed. The opposing cavalry appeared in sight.

"I will lead the charge. If I return to the embrace of the gods, I will drink strong liquor with you warriors in heaven and share the generosity of dying together!"

"Amaibugelie——" a voice rang out: "I'll go and stop the Southern Army cavalry behind us, and we'll meet in the place of the gods!"

Hundreds of voices rang out: "Let's go together and meet in the place of the gods!"

The sound of galloping war horses could be heard from behind. Wanyan Xibushi tightly grasped his spear, bowed slightly, his eyes red and swollen, and shouted: "The gods are watching us, everyone——"

The legs kicked and the horse's hooves stamped the ground quickly.

"Let me kill you——"

"kill--"

The hundreds of Jin soldiers who rushed out were divided into two groups, one in front and the other behind, and rushed forward desperately. In a moment, the collision of weapons and hysterical shouts swept across the world.

The Jin cavalry, determined to die, rushed fiercely into the sweeping waves. Some were hit by flying axes and fell off their horses, some were stabbed in the chest by spears and desperately threw away the scimitars in their hands, and one lost an arm. He gritted his teeth and rode his horses to collide with the enemy. The howlings of horses and people continued, playing a tragic melody.

bang——

Wanyan Xibushi picked up a cavalryman and threw him at the enemy on the side, allowing the knight who passed by to cut a crack in his armor. The powerful chop made him groan, and then he brandished his iron spear to kill the next knight who was rushing towards him. He rushed forward all the way, with his armor covered with mottled marks, and even the horse under him had several scars.

"call……"

He adjusted his breathing and looked forward. Under the illumination of the fire rising into the sky from behind, he could vaguely see the outline of a general running among the cavalry, with a flag with the word "king" on it following closely behind him.

kill him!

"Come with me—"

With his spirit lifted, Wanyan Xibushi leapt from his horse and rushed over there fiercely, with his spear in hand. The few cavalrymen behind him also followed him bravely and rushed forward without saying a word.

boom--

The sword and spear collided, and the huge force that came made Wanyan Xibushi grit his teeth. The muscles in his arms bulged, and he pushed forward violently, pulling apart the two people's huge forces. With a loud "Ah--" he roared, and the iron spear in his hand stabbed with a whistling sound. The other side blocked it, and he slashed with his backhand. The other side took the opportunity to take it, and the iron spear also swept over.

Both of them were skilled in martial arts. The iron spears and broadswords collided and knocked against each other. Sparks flew and loud noises were heard every time they struck.

"Don't worry about me, kill the gold thieves!"

Wang De roared, and with the big knife in his hand, he chopped, hacked, chopped, wiped, swept, slapped and blocked. The young man became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and he shouted again and again, killing the opponent's spear skills gradually becoming chaotic.

People around were fighting and entangled, and Jin cavalrymen kept falling off their horses with screams, blood was squeezed out of their bodies by the horses' hooves, and the bloody smell filled the surroundings. The sound of fighting gradually subsided, and a cavalryman turned around and circled slowly towards this side. Wanyan Xibushi's eyes were red, and sweat flowed down the gaps in his iron helmet. Seeing the big knife sweeping across from him, his eyes became fierce and he bent down suddenly.

puff--

The blade swept across the armored back, and a piece of armor flew up, along with a piece of flesh and blood, into the air.

"Ahhh-"

The Jin general, with his eyes wide open, roared and stood up, stabbing Wang De's face fiercely with the iron spear in his hand.

"Hey--"

He exhaled and shouted, the iron spear pierced his face with the sound of wind, leaving a bloody wound on his face. Wang Demeng raised his hand and grabbed the spear shaft, "Hah!" He roared hard, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, he grabbed the big knife with one hand and slashed it upwards diagonally.

laugh--

The blade cut into the front block, and blood gushed out like water.

"Uh, uh... huh..."

Wanyan Xibushi uttered a syllable, an expression of regret filled his face, shook it, and slowly lowered his head while holding the iron spear tightly with both hands.

"call……"

Wang De was breathing heavily, feeling a chill on his body, and his inner clothes were soaked with cold sweat. The hand holding the knife swung down due to gravity, poof——

Blood mixed with internal organs flowed out of the wound.

The sound of horse hooves came from the front, and the surrounding cavalry suddenly made way for a gap.

"Wang De, are you okay?"

A loud voice sounded, Wang De looked up and saw Yuan Lang holding a water-milled steel hammer in front of him. He looked at him and said, "This looks like a general. You are lucky."

“How could it be good enough…” Wang De raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and said with lingering fear: “If I hadn’t reacted faster, I would have been stabbed to death by this guy.”

He looked at the other horse and gently raised his legs and stepped twice. The horse's body shook slightly. He turned his head and said to the surrounding cavalry: "Come here, help him off the horse..."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "A grand funeral!"

Yuan Lang raised his eyebrows, moved his legs slightly, and the warhorse slowly stepped forward. Wanyan Xi's intact appearance came into his sight, and his face was immediately moved: "He is a strong man, but it's a pity..."

Some of the cavalrymen rode over, some jumped off their horses, and worked together to lift the corpse off their horses. Wang Desong held the iron spear and said, "Keep it. This spear is worthy of my collection."

He looked up at the cavalrymen turning back in the distance and said, "This is the end of Liaozhou."

Yuan Lang turned his head and saw the huge fire illuminating the night sky. He nodded and said, "It's over. Unless all these Jin soldiers can escape, there will be no more threat."

In the field of vision, black smoke rose into the sky under the firelight, and human figures were walking near the fire. The burning wooden railings and watchtowers suddenly tilted to the side and then collapsed with a loud bang, and the flames rose several inches higher.

On the grass that was illuminated by the fire, corpses were thrown nearby, and all the valuable items on their bodies had been stripped off. Various smells filled the air, and the sounds of footsteps, horse hooves, and voices could be heard nearby.

Soon, a large group of cavalrymen ran eastward. (End of this chapter)