Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The sky was gloomy and cold winds blew from beneath the clouds, stirring up the snow piled on the ground. The cold air and floating snow formed a strange bond on the ice surface, sweeping across the river surface covered with a thick layer of ice.

At a certain moment, there was a whooshing sound of something breaking through the air, and it fell down with a rotating force.

boom--

The broken ice bounced up along with the arrow.

Wuwuwu——

Horns were blown one after another, and the recruits were confused by the different lengths of commands from both sides. From time to time, soldiers who ran astray were stabbed off their horses, and their blood coagulated on the ice, forming a new layer of ice.

"kill--"

Wanyan Huonu rode her horse with a spear in hand and shouted in front of the team. The horsemen running on the ice tucked their long weapons under their armpits and rushed towards the Jin army on the opposite side with gritted teeth. In a moment, the opposite side rushed over violently, emitting the most primitive and violent shouts.

boom--

Countless figures fell in the forest of swords and guns. The swords and guns stabbing from the opposite side brought up blood. Countless bodies fell on the ice, groaning in pain.

People were shouting hysterically, and spears and scimitars were stabbing people and chopping horses. More Jin soldiers were rushing forward madly, and the cavalry group was scattered under the impact.

“Kill ahhhh—”

Here, Wanyan Loushi and Wanyan Shitumen kept issuing various orders, and ox horns sounded from time to time. Teams of cavalry soldiers rode on their horses, stepping on an unknown thickness of ice, running and fighting non-stop, trying to suppress the army that had just joined the rush.

"Wanyan Loushi, you are so stubborn that you even helped Wanyan Gao to establish his own regime, which is completely against Dubojilie's wishes. You are not worthy of being a member of the Wanyan family!"

Countless war horses were galloping. In the crowd, Wanyan Zonghan slapped his horse, brandished his spear, and shouted, urging his troops to charge forward to rescue their own troops that were being hunted. He led the troops and acted as the spearhead of the formation, covered in blood. Behind him, more brave generals were marching with cavalry. Over there, Yuan Lang and the cavalry of Wanyan's tribe had already become ferocious. Seeing him rushing over, they attacked with the most ferocious attitude.

"You bastards who slaughtered our people, you are the ones who betrayed the tribe. You are not worthy of being a descendant of the Wanyan family!"

Wanyan Loushi's cavalry of a thousand men rushed out, heading straight for their own people who were coming to kill them. Under the banner of the Jin army, Yuan Lang swung his weapon and killed a general. His roar of "Send a signal, move closer to me!" reached the ears of the messenger in the rear, and the ox horn sounded. Teng Xun and Teng Kan roared and led their cavalry towards the central army. Zeng Tu roared continuously, killed Wanyan Xishi, pulled the reins and turned around to run.

The troops were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and even though they had won the previous battle, this was not the time to fight to the death. Yuan Lang knew very well the purpose of his trip. Since he had already provoked a fight between the two sides, it would be a nuisance for outsiders like them to stay here.

"Hmm? The other party is shrinking?"

Wanyan Shitumen made a confused sound in the cavalry group, looking at the cavalry running one by one, quite puzzled. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the northeast.

not good!

Almost instinctively, he turned around and looked in the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from. Dust was flying over there. Wanyan Loushi and Wanyan Zonghan, who were fighting, also looked in the direction of the sound.

Under layers of clouds and mist, the cavalry advanced in a mighty force. The fifteen hundred cavalrymen formed a white snow dragon, and the military flag with golden letters fluttered in the wind. As the flags rose and fell, countless snowflakes fell and flew away, and then the horses' hooves stepped onto the ice and launched a charge.

Wuwuwu——

The sound of horns rang out amid the thundering sound of horse hooves. The figure leading the charge rode on a green-maned horse, dressed as a Jin army general, with a fluttering white cloak. He held a spear in his hand and dragged it on the ice, creating a trail of ice chips.

A snowflake that blew from nowhere fell on Yuan Lang's red face. The noisy and chaotic battlefield could not block the sound of the message horn. The war horse galloped, and the oncoming cold wind penetrated into the body through the gaps in the armor.

"General Pingbei is here!"

Sitting on his horse, Yuan Lang shouted loudly, pulled the reins, and changed direction: "Blow the horn, blow the horn, attack the enemy from the flank, and assist General Pingbei to defeat the enemy! Kill--" The warhorse turned on the ice, and the horn sounded in response. More than a thousand cavalrymen began to turn, preparing to cooperate with their comrades who came from afar to attack the cavalry of the Wanyan tribe.

"Xi Shi, lead the troops to chase them, don't let the cavalry on the opposite side complete the detour!" Wanyan Shitumen shouted, and turned the iron spear in his hand: "The rest of you follow me and stop the cavalry behind!"

The war horses galloped and ice chips flew everywhere.

……

Where did the troops come from? !

During the fight, an idea flashed through Wanyan Zonghan's mind instinctively, and then he was almost knocked off his horse by Wanyan Loushi's sword. He quickly calmed himself down and fought fiercely with the opponent, not caring about other distractions.

Shadows of people were swaying all around, and people kept falling off their horses. Then those who were not dead staggered to their feet, but were hacked down by the cavalrymen who were galloping past.

……

The moment the green-maned horse approached with the figure on it, Du Fu roared angrily, wielded the spear with both hands, stabbed left and right, and the spear tip with cold rays pierced into the person's body, bringing out a lot of blood. He rushed into the opposite formation on his horse. Behind him, his cavalry bravely followed the figure in front of them and rumbled through the gap, intersecting with the Wanyan cavalry. The weapons were waving, and there were sounds of collision and tearing. Sparks flew in the air, flesh and blood exploded, and hair with blood flew up from the fur coat.

"Speed ​​up, don't stop--"

The war horses charged at high speed, and the spears were swung left and right in front, smashing away the scimitars, spears, and iron spears. People's bodies swayed left and right under the huge force. Some people were stabbed off their horses and screamed as the knights caught up with them from behind. Some were stabbed off their horses by the opposite side and trampled to death on the ground while wailing.

"roll--"

A roar like a tiger's roar rang out in the formation. Wanyan Shitumen, who came to kill, saw that the arms, head, face, and cloak of the opposite Jin general were all covered in blood. His face with mottled bloodstains looked as hideous and terrifying as a demon.

Before the iron spear in his hand could be thrust out, the spear on the other side bounced up and hit the shoulder with a bang. A scream of "Ah--" came out from the middle-aged man's mouth, and he retreated sideways, but one arm was hanging there and shaking constantly, and it was obviously broken.

"The Wanyan tribe has been defeated, the Wanyan tribe has been defeated!"

The horses were galloping and the shouts were deafening. At some point, the Jurchen language was shouted in the fight. During the charge, Du Fu saw Zeng Tu in front of him shouting loudly with several Jurchen cavalrymen, so he quickly pulled the reins and turned over.

"Go, go, go, blow the horn, blow the horn—"

Looks of joy appeared on the faces of all the people disguised as Jin soldiers. When the horns sounded, the war horses turned south and ran along the Hunhe River.

On the ice, Wanyan Loushi and Wanyan Zonghan, who were fighting, separated from each other and looked back at the soldiers behind them. There were figures running and fighting everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Among the panicked cavalry, Wanyan Hunchu was knocked off his horse by a spear from the charging Wanyan Huonu, who then swung him down with a spear, nailing him to the ground.

Wanyan Shitumen had no time to command and recall his cavalry, as Wanyan Poluhuo, a subordinate of Wanyan Zonghan, rushed over. He had no choice but to flee the battlefield with dozens of his personal guards and head towards Ningjiang Prefecture in the north.

The fierce fighting on the battlefield was like a banquet that ended in an instant. The scene was unexpected. Occasionally, there were figures running and shouting on the ice, but after a fight with people in different clothes and armor, there was no sound anymore.

The sky gradually shifted to the west, and the sunlight began to dim at the afternoon. The biting cold wind whistled across the battlefield, and the penetrating cold took away the last breath of warmth from the injured. The dark red surface of the river looked particularly ugly in the sunset.

At the end of early winter, Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Loushi fought again in the Hunhe River. Both sides retreated, leaving behind hundreds of corpses.

At the beginning of mid-winter, Wanyan Gao issued a manifesto to attack Wanyan Sheng. Wanyan Sheng, who felt that he was framed for no reason, was furious and mobilized his entire army. Subsequently, the two sides fought several battles in the snow and ice.

Soon, intelligence with information from both sides was placed on the desk in the King of Qi's study. (End of this chapter)