Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In Liaodong in the north, rain began to fall from the sky. The clouds in the sky were filled with a blue-gray color, but they turned white after a while. Water vapor continued to gather in the clouds.

On the fields below, the sound of horse hooves could be heard and horns were blown frequently.

His lifeless pupils reflected the sight of war horses galloping past, the flash of a knife slashing across a person's neck, and a head with a terrified expression flew up, bounced twice on the ground, and two limp braids hung to the ground, with blood flowing down the hair.

The soldiers carrying wooden stakes rushed up and broke the thin wooden door with a bang. The wooden table and chairs against the door fell backwards due to the force. A figure holding a scimitar was reflected on the window. The screams of people before their tragic death were heard from inside. A figure ran out from inside, and a man on a war horse ran by outside. He drew his bow and drew his arrow. The arrow flew over, and the running figure fell down.

Human figures were moving around, responding to the length and pitch of the horn sounds, dividing the village of twenty or thirty households, and roaring with malicious voices. Dong the Clown rode his warhorse, constantly correcting the formation of his men, listening to the orders and shouting to direct his men to respond.

Blocking the entrance to the village, Du Fu stood on horseback under the raised golden flag, looking coldly at the figures flashing by in the village from time to time, and the interweaving torrents waving spears and scimitars, dividing this area into several small circles. Amid the noisy sounds, blood was spilled on the ground, corpses were spread out, and figures in khaki clothes were running around from time to time. The figure on horseback bent the bow more and more skillfully, and with a whoosh, he shot the figure waving the iron knife.

Under the indifferent gaze, the men fell down, the old man also lay down, and then the women and children. The houses were destroyed in the violence, and soldiers wearing all kinds of furs came out.

"Everyone, take back your arrows." Dong Xiaochou shouted loudly, and his warhorse walked slowly along the road in the village: "Clean up the battlefield and take away valuable items."

The tall war horse stepped into the village with all four hooves, and its hooves stopped in a pool of blood, stepping on the blood that was difficult to seep into the soil in the cold climate.

"Which village is this?" Feng Tai looked at the corpses lying on the ground and a smile broke out on his ugly face.

Dong Xiaochou immediately clasped his fists and said, "The third one."

He grinned, knowing what his lieutenant wanted to ask: "The new recruits have seen blood and look like they are good."

Feng Tai nodded and said, "Then hurry up and plunder the land. Tell the new soldiers not to take any pots, pans, or other burdens. It's as if they haven't been paid."

"Yes."

Dong the Clown responded and watched Feng Tai turn his horse around and leave. He just yelled at the new recruits to be careful about taking valuables.

The warhorse was heaving and swaying. Feng Tai walked along the road to the village and saw the figure under the golden flag. He quickly galloped over and said, "General, everything is ready. The men are cleaning up the battlefield."

"Yeah." Du Fu nodded, stroking his messy beard: "Where is Yuan Lang?"

"Yuan Annan is at the other end." Feng Taichou showed a flattering smile on his face: "Do you need someone to call him over?"

"No need." Du Fu shook his head, looked at the sky absentmindedly, shook the reins, and the horse's hooves moved forward: "I'll go find him. I just happen to have something to discuss."

"General, what's the matter?" Feng Tai shouted curiously and followed behind him on his horse.

"Time is running out." Du Fu raised his head and exhaled, the white breath quickly dissipated in the wind: "Today is the second day since we entered the Wanyan tribe. If things go as expected, someone should report it to the Wanyan officials soon. After all, although the temperature is low now, it is not to the point where we cannot go out. What happened in these villages could be discovered at any time."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Feng Tai curled his lips and said, "We will fight whoever comes." "Don't just think about fighting and killing all day long." Du Fu glanced at him and said, "We are not here to fight the Jin people. According to the official documents sent by Wang Ling and the military advisor, what we have to do is to protect ourselves and kill as many people as possible from the Wanyan tribe, and deepen the hatred between Wanyan Gao and Wanyan Sheng. Therefore, we have to withdraw from here before they are discovered."

Feng Tai smacked his lips and said: "So... scholars are still bad."

"You talk too much nonsense." Du Fu glared at the ugly man and turned around to continue walking: "Anyway, it's not certain that Wanyan Gao will send troops to fight Wanyan Sheng to the death."

"Why? Three villages and hundreds of lives have been lost."

"The two sides fought some time ago, and more people died." Du Fu controlled his horse and said casually: "If we didn't hurt the Wanyan tribe, how could we let them fight to the death?"

The corpse was dragged into the house. A khaki figure was walking around the two men. The red-faced man in front could be seen at the other side of the village entrance. Du Fu urged his horse to run over.

"Even after the fight, they still want them to continue. It turns out that the big turbans are all evil-minded." Feng Tai muttered while stroking his steel beard: "Fortunately, the King of Qi won this time."

When they rode over, Du Fu and Yuan Lang were already discussing the next course of action.

"Divide the troops." Yuan Lang pointed at the geomancy map and said, "We will not touch the center of the Wanyan tribe. We will divide the troops into two teams outside. One team will go up along the Cili River and then cross the river to attack the villages in Ningjiang Prefecture. The other team will go straight north to the Hunhe River and then return. Finally, we can meet at the Hunhe River..." His finger moved downwards: "Here we will meet."

"That's fine." Du Fu nodded, looked at the geomancy map, and pointed: "Let's just cross the Hunhe River and go to the west of Huanglongfu. We can do the whole thing. As long as we don't get close to the capital of Huanglongfu, there should be no problem."

"I will follow Brother Du's instructions in everything."

Du Fu smiled and looked at the still gloomy sky. Raindrops fell and dripped onto his face, feeling cold.

"It's raining again……"

The white gas coming out of the mouth dissipated.

……

In the middle of early winter, the weather in Liaodong became increasingly colder and snow began to fall. Soon after, this team of 3,000 people made the Wanyan tribe want to eat them alive. The cavalry, divided into two groups, became increasingly inconspicuous in the vast land. More than 20 villages were destroyed in a row, and all men, women and children were slaughtered.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Gao, who was in charge of the ancestral land, was so angry that he smashed the table and chair in front of him with a knife. He and his son Wanyan Zongyi were sent out to look for the bastard who dared to cause trouble in the territory. A group of about a thousand Wanyan cavalrymen who were summoned looked everywhere for possible enemies. There was also a rumor that something happened in the second village, which made the ambitious Wanyan tribe chief's eyes go dark, and he immediately led a thousand cavalrymen out personally.

When they arrived at the village where the incident happened, all the young and strong people there had died. Only a few old and weak people hid in the cellar and escaped. The children and women were also killed by the enemy, and all the valuables were looted.

In the cold winter, corpses remained stiff in the entire village.

These precious treasures of the Wanyan tribe were lost just like that, and almost everyone started to search like crazy, searching for these two cunning bandits. (End of this chapter)