Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"If you don't object, go and make preparations. We have brought enough leather armor and clothing from the Jin Kingdom this time. Put them on! You saw the food and fodder when you entered the barracks. Only the livestock will follow us. They can meet the needs for two days. If you want more..." Waving his arms and clenching them into fists in the air, Du Fu put on a nasty smile on his face: "Grab them yourself! All the generals are from Song. I don't need to tell you what to do. The king promised not to seal his swords and not to hand over his personal gains this time."

He glanced at Zeng Tu, put down his hand and took two steps forward: "Everything should be done according to the customs of the Jurchens."

Zeng Tu licked his lips and stood up suddenly: "Leave it to me. When I was young, I followed my father and witnessed the fighting between tribes."

"it is good!"

Du Yu stood at one side of the table, pressing his hand on the tabletop: "I'll remind you again, everyone, this is not a formal attack, just to provoke the two sides to continue fighting. Now I give you all half an hour, and after half an hour, the entire cavalry will set off!"

"Yes!"

Below, a group of cavalry generals stood up, clasped their fists and bowed, then filed out one after another. The number of people in the big tent decreased visibly, with only Du Fu and Xi Sheng left standing inside.

"Brother Xi, I'll have to trouble you with the defense matters." Du Fu clasped his fists and bowed to Xi Sheng from behind.

"Brother Du, what are you talking about? We are all serving the King of Qi, so how can we talk about whether it is hard or not?" Xi Sheng stood in front of Du Fu with a thin body and saluted with his arms crossed: "The enemy's territory is dangerous, so be careful."

Du Fu returned the greeting.

Changing clothes and taking enough clean water, figures were quickly changing their military uniforms, checking weapons over and over again, with excitement in their eyes that was different from others.

These were the new recruits who had arrived after the war. Several veterans who had fought many battles were sitting on their beds with indifferent expressions. Their packed equipment had been placed in the appropriate places, and their swords and guns were leaning against the beds, ready to be picked up and left at any time. Their khaki-yellow clothes and armor were a little dirty, but no one cared about it.

"Brother Dong, what are we going to do with these clothes?"

Luo Qinghan glanced at the excited recruit who was brandishing a sword over there, curled his lips and looked at Dong the Clown who was lying on his back beside him.

After the war with Jin and Liao was over, this man was promoted to a general of hundreds for his merits, and was granted the title of a senior official, and had more than a hundred people under his command.

"We're probably going to go to the Jin Kingdom." Dong Xiaochou turned to look at his companions, then turned back to stare at the top of the tent: "What else can we do? We can't let our own people kill us wearing these clothes."

Luo Qinghan scratched his head and chuckled: "Brother Dong is the one who thinks more."

"You're just too lazy to use your brain."

Dong Zhongsun, who was sitting on the bed on the other side, said something. Luo Qinghan snorted twice: "I just need to follow Brother Dong to fight. What else do I want..."

Wuwuwu——

Outside, the assembly horn sounded.

"Gather, let's go——"

Amid the roar, hundreds of soldiers who were sitting or lying suddenly jumped up and shouted at the recruits, "Gather quickly, don't delay!", and then hurriedly ran out of the tent. Seeing this, the recruits also hurriedly followed the people in front and ran out. Then someone ran back, picked up the scimitar beside the bed, and ran out again.

The ground trembled slightly, and the figures who ran out mounted their war horses. A large group of cavalrymen under the banner of the Jin Kingdom gathered on the parade ground in the cold autumn wind. Du Fu held a spear in one hand, and his white cape fluttered in the wind. He rode side by side with Yuan Lang. The sunlight shone down, and Yuan Lang looked much neater with his newly trimmed beard. His strong body supported the armor. He looked at the running figures and turned to Du Fu and sighed, "What a pity... We lost too many in the previous battle with the Jin Kingdom, and we haven't replenished them yet. There are only about 3,000 soldiers, including the new soldiers."

"Just wait for a while." Du Fu looked into the distance, his cloak fluttering behind him in the wind. "Besides, there are also the Zhenzhongjiang troops of Zeng Tu's maids. The king's order also requires them to be organized into cavalry. By then, there must be at least 8,000 cavalry in the northern border to meet the king's wishes." He stretched out his hand holding the reins and pointed forward. "But now 3,000 is just right. If there are more, we can't cover our tracks, and if there are fewer, we can't act."

The sound of horse hooves gradually became a roar under the sky, and the earth trembled slightly.

"We don't know when we can launch a full-scale attack on Jin." Yuan Lang nodded. All the generals knew about Lu Bu's plan.

"Don't worry, it will take another year." Du Fu paused, thought for a moment and shook his head: "Maybe it will be later. No matter what, we are soldiers and we just follow orders."

"Brother Du is right." Yuan Lang laughed: "Let's add fuel to the fire of the Wanyan family first."

The two men looked at each other and laughed at the same time. The scimitar and the spear collided lightly in the air, making a metallic vibration.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's run——"

A high-pitched voice came from the commander's mouth: "Pass the order - the army must hide its tracks, and all pedestrians and villages encountered on the road ahead must be slaughtered."

The horn was blown urgently, smoke and dust gradually rose, and the cavalry ran away. The large group of cavalry killed their way to the north.

……

The autumn in northeastern Liaoning is two degrees colder than that in the south. The sky and the earth are all withered and yellow, and the soil is so cold and hard that you can't even dig a hole with a shovel.

Du Fu led the cavalry but did not go through Huanglongfu. Instead, he made an arc from within the territory of Yidian and headed north, sweeping along the way. Unfortunately, two villages of Yidian were massacred.

A few days later, upon hearing the news, the chief of the Yidian tribe frantically sent people to investigate everywhere. Fortunately, they found a surviving child hiding in the woods. After some questioning, they learned that a group of cavalrymen in Jin army uniforms were looting and killing people in the territory. In a rage, they led their troops to Xinzhou, vowing to pay blood debt with blood. They slaughtered several innocent villages in succession and then attacked the city.

Wanyan Sheng was extremely anxious for a while, and he quickly dispatched troops to reinforce Xinzhou. He also sent envoys to the Hue King's tribe to ask for reinforcements, hoping that they could attack Yi Dian's tribe and help delay the attack.

In the midst of the chaos, a cavalry of more than 3,000 people crossed the Hunhe River, went north along the Shili River, and the territory of the Wanyan tribe was in sight from afar.

The cold wind blew across several undulating hills. In the valley, figures were sitting on the ground covered with leather mats. In the middle, several burly men were pointing at the feng shui map, and the sound of their whispers was buzzing.

Soon, someone pointed to a point to the south, and the voices stopped abruptly.

The desolate sound of a horn rang out in this deserted hill. One after another, figures showed excitement, jumped up from the ground, picked up the leather pads, and nimbly climbed onto the horse's back.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the dark blue color became darker and darker, as if it was about to rain.

A spear was raised in everyone's sight, and the damp wind blew across everyone's face. The figure holding the spear rode forward on horseback, with the tip of the spear drawing an arc pointing forward. Behind him, countless figures slapped their newly acquired scimitars and howled like wolves: "Rob those Jurchens!" (End of this chapter)