Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In the breezy night, the flames burned, illuminating the sky above the military camp.

On top of the Changqing City Wall, countless figures stood under torches, and several figures were walking in a crowd. Liu Yun and Wen Zhongrong leaned against the parapet and looked down. In the dim light, nearly two hundred cavalrymen were standing below, and a man with a pistol in each hand stood in front.

Soon, torches were lit below, and Dong Ping's handsome face appeared in the firelight. He raised his head and pointed his gun towards the city, and then asked someone to deliver a token and an order to dispatch troops.

"It's Brother Dong Ping." Wen Zhongrong was overjoyed and shouted, "Wait a moment, brothers below. We will go down right away!" He exhaled, stood up and looked at Liu Yun, "It seems that the general has brought his troops here. We can finally fight back. I'm almost like a turtle in this city."

Liu Yun smiled bitterly: "They are two turtles. I am also very angry, brother."

As they talked, they quickly called up the army and divided it into two parts. They left two lieutenants, Yan Guang and Tian Ba, with 300 men to guard the city, while they led the remaining 1,300 men out of the city quickly, joined Dong Ping, and charged towards the Liao army camp in the north.

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Liao Army East Camp.

"Xiang Wen, Xiang Wen!"

There were frequent footsteps outside the tent, and a guard opened the door curtain and came in: "Someone is attacking the camp outside!"

"Ah?" A scream suddenly came from the bed. Xiao Qing turned over and sat up, threw off the quilt, got out of bed and stretched out his arms: "Put on armor!"

Several guards stepped forward quickly. You took the arm guard, he took the midriff guard, and I took the shoulder guard. They put them on Xiao Qing in order and tied the ropes. Then they ran out of the tent and mounted their horses. The horses moved forward and soon reached the front camp.

The gate collapsed, the sounds of fighting and corpses spread out all the way inward, and blood formed a shiny black pit in the darkness, which reflected a strange light when illuminated by the burning fire.

Wei He led the charge, his huge sword invincible. Han Tao in the back was injured in... the hip, and he was riding on his horse, drawing his bow and arrow, supporting the former from the back.

"What are the sentries outside doing..." Xiao Qing frowned at the sudden attack on the camp. What made him even more angry was that two familiar figures rushed into the camp one after another.

"It's those two again!" The Liao general gnashed his teeth and drew out his scimitar. "Step forward! Whoever kills these two rogue generals will be rewarded with ten horses, fifty cattle and fifty sheep!"

"kill--"

The Liao army around him suddenly became energized, howling and forming a battle formation, and swarmed forward.

On the battlefield ablaze with flames, the soldiers of Lu Bu's army were swinging their weapons wildly. After several battles in the past few days, most of the soldiers who could still hold on here had changed their mentality. The fierce attack made the Liao soldiers in front of them a little strenuous.

Yang Zaixing shot a Liao general into the air with a spear, shouting loudly, his young face covered with blood. Hearing the sound coming from the rear of the Liao army, he immediately turned his head and looked at Xiao Qing. Although he didn't know that he was the main general here, he was also an important figure.

"Follow me!" Yang Zaixing shouted loudly, and swung the iron spear in his hand, hitting the man in front of him with a bang, causing his brain to burst. He pulled the reins and rushed towards Xiao Qing. The dozen or so fully armed personal guards of Lu Bu didn't dare to let him charge into the battle alone, so they hurriedly rode their horses forward, shouting continuously.

"Follow Zaixing!"

Han Tao roared hoarsely in the back and shot an arrow, knocking down a Liao general on horseback. Soldiers beside him shouted. Wei He, who was fighting in the front, suddenly shook his fat body, turned his head to look in the direction of Yang Zaixing, and was immediately shocked.

When did this young master leave his side? If something happened...

The big knife chopped down, and two heads flew into the air. Wei He roared and turned around, rushing forward desperately: "Nephew Yang, wait!"

In the chaos, shadowy figures were running and fighting, and countless figures flew on both sides in front of the horses' hooves. Yang Zaixing used his spear as a stick to whip, chop and smash, but he was very strong and the Liao soldiers who were blocking the way were caught off guard and were shocked to retreat. Lu Bu's personal soldiers in the rear rushed up to protect the two wings, and for a while they actually made a path in the battlefield.

Xiao Qing looked at the generals rushing over there with anger in his eyes. "Lord..."

When someone said a word, Xiao Qing waved his hand and said, "Shut up! The gate has been broken and torn again. It was ruined by a few thieves. How shameful!"

Several commanders around him lowered their heads immediately. Xiao Qing became even more annoyed when he saw them drooping their heads. "Follow me, kill them and I'll come back to settle the score with you guys."

With a wave of the scimitar, several personal soldiers rushed forward, and several Liao generals immediately followed Xiao Qing and rushed forward.

During the fight, the distance between the two sides was getting closer. The young man on the opposite side rushed over, waving his iron spear.

"I am the disciple of the General of Cavalry—"

The spear stabbed out, and in the blink of an eye, someone was knocked off his horse. Xiao Qing slashed with a knife on the horse.

"Ji Shui, Yang Zaixing!" The gun tip rotated and swung away when the blade came into contact with it. Xiao Qing's eyes suddenly widened, and his sturdy figure exerted force with his arms.

The spear head turned and hit his chest, causing the armor to cave in and break.

"Ahhhh-"

Xiao Qing, with a tall and straight figure, held the spear head tightly and refused to let go, with blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth. In his sight, the young-faced bandit general roared hoarsely, with several blue veins bulging on his ferocious face. He raised his arms with all his strength, and his body was lifted off the saddle by the great force. As his horse ran, he picked up the Liao army's East Camp commander on the spear and ran forward with him.

"My dear nephew, you are so great!"

Wei He took a breath, his face filled with joy, and with one blow he cut a Liao cavalryman off his horse, then he galloped towards this side, shouting, "The Liao general is dead, follow me!"

Han Tao in the back was also watching this scene, shooting an arrow with his hand and ordering, "Shout! Disrupt their army's morale!" He ran over there with the protection of his personal guards, and he accidentally bumped into his wound and seemed to lose feeling.

The scene was reversing. Yang Zaixing, who was holding Xiao Qing tightly, looked at the Liao army general who was charging towards him. He didn't know where he got his strength from, and shouted "Haha!" and swung his arm. The corpse flew out and hit the knight who was rushing from the left, and both the man and the corpse fell off the horse.

"kill--"

The spear tip pierced into the body of another general with blood. The guards behind him were even more excited. They rushed forward with a roar and chopped down the Liao cavalry who were charging at them.

"Xiang Wen is dead, Xiang Wen is dead!"

Soldiers from somewhere started shouting, and Khitan language rang out on the battlefield. At first, a few people around looked on, and then more screams were heard. Those who were still fighting suddenly lost the courage to continue fighting, and they turned around and ran away after shouting.

"Charge! Kill all the enemy camp!"

A hoarse voice came out of Yang Zaixing's mouth. The exhausted boy slowed down his horse and was soon caught up by Wei He and others. The fat big hand hit the armor on his back: "Well done, now it's your uncle's turn."

Amid shouts from all around, countless excited black-armored soldiers rushed forward.

Yang Zaixing smiled, exhaled, and turned his gaze into the depths of the night.

I wonder what happened to the Master. (End of this chapter)