Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In Huanglongfu, the flags fluttering in the wind were broken and damaged. Since the arrival of the Liao army, the fierce siege on the city has never stopped. The soldiers on the city wall patrolled nervously, feeling uneasy about how the future war would develop.

Although they were not trapped on all sides, being blocked on two sides put people under tremendous pressure. Moreover, the battle flags with the word "Liao" on them were spreading southwards outside the city, posing the risk of being surrounded on three sides.

On the hill west of Huanglong Mansion, Yuan Lang was riding on his horse with his weapon hanging, gazing at the military camp in the distance. Behind him, the two brothers of the Teng family were also looking at them. The elder brother had a serious look on his face, gazing at the flags in the distance, while the younger brother was daydreaming, as if he was counting the number of wild flowers on the roadside, but every time he counted to seven, he would forget which one he was counting and start over again.

"...The Liao army is very interesting. Looking at the entire camp, they are like two armies combined into one, and they are on guard against each other." Pointing downward, Yuan Lang showed a relaxed look on his face: "They will not divide their troops at the south gate."

"Even so, they have a lot of people." Teng Xun's face was a little solemn. "Look at the flags. There are five big flags in the front camp. It looks like the camp can accommodate 5,000 people. The rear is not clear, but if it is the same as the front, then there are at least 30,000 people."

"Thirty thousand..." Yuan Lang held the folding whip in his hand and tapped his combat boots. "When they attack the city, we will go and say hello. We must let the people in Huanglong Mansion know that we are here. Don't let the city be breached all at once, or we will lose money."

"The general is right. Let's take advantage of the situation and strike them down." Teng Xun was eager to try. He wanted to gain general fame immediately. The generals of Qi were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of not having a war to fight.

"Let's go!"

Yuan Lang pulled the reins and turned the horse's head. Teng Xun followed as he was told. When he turned around, he saw his brother Teng Kan was still distracted, so he slapped him on the forehead and said, "Let's go!"

"Ah? Oh oh!"

The fool rubbed his head and thought to himself, "What bad luck! I got hit again. I must remember to wear my helmet next time."

A moment later, the three men and their personal soldiers ran down the hill, and more than 2,500 cavalrymen went away with thunderous roars that shook the earth.

……

The troops gathered in the Liao army camp. Soldiers pushing siege equipment walked out of the camp. The rumbling footsteps could not cover up the generals' roars of "Move faster!"

The birds and beasts nearby had already kept away from the military camp built by humans. Only these two-legged beasts armed with knives and guns were preparing to kill each other.

"Damn it! This Huanglong Mansion is so difficult to take down." Zhang Linghui covered his waist and abdomen. He had been hit by a gun there yesterday, and now it hurts so much that he feels burning with the slightest movement.

"If it's easy, I won't let you and me be the pioneers."

A familiar voice came from beside him, and Zhang Linghui didn't even turn his head: "Old Liu, are you okay?"

The man who came forward from behind had an unfriendly face. It was Liu Shunren, who killed Wanyan Yinshuke on the top of Jingyuan City. He shook his head and said, "I'm still a little dizzy, but it's nothing serious."

He was hit by stones in the first two sieges. Fortunately, he was not far from the top of the city and the iron helmet on his head was sturdy, otherwise he would be lying on the bed now.

"That's good."

After saying this, the two generals of the resentful army walked forward while chatting casually. Under the daylight, the soldiers and horses moved forward in a winding manner. The dark masses of soldiers walked to the familiar positions, adjusted the catapults, and looked at the tall city walls in front of them with a gloomy look. More than a thousand people were killed and wounded, but they still failed to successfully gain a foothold on the top of the city...

"The Liao people are using us as a tool to fill in the gaps, right?"

Under the banner of the Resentful Army, the wounded Zhen Wuchen looked at the top of the wall with a gloomy face, and said with dissatisfaction in his voice: "It seems that Xiao Gan doesn't really want to conquer Huanglongfu." "Don't say more." Pharmacist Guo touched the scratch on his breastplate and looked up at the clouds floating in the sky: "It's a bit of a joke to take this place with only 30,000 people, not to mention that there are Wanyan tribe guarding the north gate. The Xi people must be on guard against them, lest those Wanyan tribe Jurchens stab us from behind at any time, then it will be fun."

"...What you said makes sense." Zhen Wuchen looked at Pharmacist Guo and nodded.

The catapult stopped moving, and some soldiers were carrying stones over. The roaring footsteps turned into rustling sounds of movement, and rows of soldiers were moving, and sword and shield soldiers stepped forward.

"Besides..." Pharmacist Guo looked at the busy soldiers and thought, "The Xiren King is still good to us. He can barely be our support in the court. Otherwise, you and I from Liaodong wouldn't even have anyone to help speak for us in the court." He raised his hand and pointed at the soldiers who had finished forming a battle array in front of him, "I guess if we don't attack this city a few times, we won't be able to retreat back to Jingyuan City. The court has sent more than 30,000 reinforcements, but only 8,000 or 9,000 Xi people... Ha, he really thinks we are pawns that can be abandoned at any time. I don't want to do what he wants."

He took a breath and suddenly shouted: "Beat the drum! Attack the city——"

dong dong dong-

The deafening sound of drums rang out, the trebuchets made a creaking roar, and people holding shields rushed forward amid flying stones, like a wave rushing towards a reef.

……

To the west, Yuan Lang raised his head and looked up at the sky between the leaves. The sound of drums came faintly from the distance. The red-faced general slowly lowered his gaze and stood up.

"The Liao people have begun to attack the city." He walked towards his mount and jumped on it: "My men, it's our turn. Tell the Jin and Liao people that Liaodong should be ruled by the Lü family from now on."

A large number of soldiers rushed out from the surrounding woods, grabbed the saddles and jumped on them. The roaring sound exploded in the silent forest, startling countless birds.

……

woo-

boom--

Stones hit the aisle on the top of the city wall, and the splashing gravel hit the shields with crackling sounds. The Jin army's shieldmen gritted their teeth to steady the heavy shields, and archers stood up behind them and shot down the flaming arrows in their hands.

Wanyan Zonghan held down the hilt of the sword, continuously issuing orders, deploying manpower, and maintaining the fighting spirit of his subordinates. As he roared, the crossbows shot out long and thick arrows, taking lives and piercing the ground. The sound of shouting gradually approached the city wall.

He attacked the city again, and was surprised by the Liao army's fighting spirit. In his impression, the Liao army, which was easily defeated by a touch of a button, has now become a force capable of fighting tough battles. He didn't know what was driving them to be so persistent, or was it...

Has the Jin Dynasty become so weak that the Liao people feel they can bully it at will?
With some depressing thoughts running through his mind, Wanyan Zonghan suddenly clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down: "Prepare the battering rams and rolling stones. Pay attention to the angle of the catapults in front. The archers continue to shoot flaming arrows. Quickly string the crossbows. Quickly—"

Unconscious shouts came from below and above the city walls, crossed arrows flew through the air, and then screams came into the ears. Wanyan Zonghan's face remained unchanged: "Prepare for close combat, sword and shield soldiers, spearmen step forward."

The soldiers in khaki clothes marched forward.

bang——

A ladder with a hook is placed on the wall. (End of this chapter)