Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Arrows flew over their heads, and the oncoming resentful soldiers in the rear also drew their bows and aimed arrows. Such a wide area was not suitable for infantry like them to fight against cavalry. A few arrows slid over the sides of their horses and stabbed into the ground, and the rest missed their targets and were stuck in the ground somewhere.

Yuan Lang shot an arrow, shooting the soldier standing in the front row away. He held up the water-ground steel hammer with both hands and shouted, "Go in—"

The ox-horn sounded after the Golden Bell rang. The cavalry of the large group howled, put away their bows and replaced them with guns. They clamped the wooden gun barrels in their armpits, bent slightly, and adjusted their breathing.

Yaoshi Guo held a spear in his hand and did not dare to ride on the horse. He pulled Zhen Wuchen and stood under the protection of his personal soldiers. Sweat flowed down his cheeks. At both ends of his sight, the cavalrymen running by drew an arc and then stabbed to both sides like awls.

boom--

Huge crash sounds came from both sides. Some people flew into the air, then fell down with twisted limbs. Screams echoed the shouts of the fighting in front. Waves of blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The soldiers of the resentful army stared at the knights who rushed in with dull faces, and mechanically tried to thrust out their spears. Then the red-faced strong man in silver armor suddenly swung his unique weapon, and the water-ground steel hammer broke the knight and the spear together. Blood spurted out, and the roar echoed in the sky: "I am Yuan Lang, the general who pacifies the south of Qi. Who wants to decide my life or death?"

"While they are trapped in the formation, go--"

Pharmacist Guo's face twitched. The invading cavalry broke through the defense and advanced dozens of feet in just a moment. With such a desperate fighting style, it would not take long for them to kill him. Under the attack from three sides, if he stood there, he would be waiting for death.

The commander of the resentful army jumped on his horse and turned his horse's head. He was stunned when he saw the situation in the distance. Zhen Wuchen behind him was also stunned: "The Jin soldiers have left the city..."

In the distance, a gold-rimmed battle flag was waved in the hands of a knight on horseback. The flag fluttering backwards kept moving forward. Wanyan Zonghan's golden armor on the horse shone in the skylight and was reflected in the pupils, making the two men feel a chill on their backs.

"Go!" A louder roar came from Pharmacist Guo's mouth. He hurriedly pulled the reins and did not dare to hesitate. Under the protection of his personal guards, he quickly ran out of the army formation. His horse's hooves kicked up dust. He held the commander's flag and hurriedly broke out in the direction of the main camp.

Yuan Lang raised the water-milled steel hammer and swept past the soldiers in front of him, then turned his head and said, "The enemy commander has already run away. Blow the horn and charge them out."

A guard nearby put away his sword, picked up the horn and blew it. The knights on horseback roared and drove away the infantry around them. The soldiers of the resentful army saw that their commander had fled, and their will to fight disappeared immediately. They shouted, threw down their weapons and turned to run.

The soldiers of the resentful army around them didn't know what was going on. Seeing people fleeing in panic, they instinctively followed. Then they saw that the commander's flag had fled, and they immediately shouted, "The commander has escaped."

Like a spreading plague, more and more Liao soldiers laid down their weapons and fled in all directions of the battlefield. The Qi army did not chase them. The knights on the three sides killed any enemy soldiers who came close, and then slowly moved towards the direction of the flag.

Soon, the retreating soldiers of the Resentful Army also joined the fleeing ranks. The mountains and plains were full of fleeing Resentful Army soldiers. Wanyan Zonghan, who was chasing them, looked at the Liao Army's flag running away and cursed inwardly that this damned bastard saw the opportunity early.

Then he pulled the reins and ran towards the Qi cavalry.

Under daylight, more than 2,200 knights were gathering. Some jumped off their horses and carried out their wounded comrades, some drew their swords and hacked those who were still breathing to death on the spot, and then some people followed and stripped usable items from the corpses. Their eyes were sharp, and their movements were quick and skillful. You could tell at a glance that they were old men from the Liangshan era.

Yuan Lang quietly watched the flag with golden words soften in the air, stick to the flagpole, and then sway twice with the sound of roaring horse hooves before coming to a stop.

Outside the range of an arrow, Yuan Lang and Wanyan Zonghan looked at each other, and the cavalrymen of both sides were also sizing each other up. After a while, the commander of the Jin army urged his horse forward, and his personal soldiers at the back wanted to catch up, but were stopped by the outstretched hand.

"Wait here." After saying this, Yuan Lang rode forward and stood between them with a horse's length between them. "I am Nianhan, the great general of the Jin Kingdom. May I know the name of this general?"

The strange tone of voice reached his ears, but Yuan Lang could understand it: "General Pingnan of Qi State, Yuan Lang."

"Yuan Pingnan..." Wanyan Zonghan imitated the Han people and saluted, looking around at the dead bodies on the ground, and then looked up at the knights behind him: "I wonder how many people the King of Qi sent to help? If it is only Yuan Pingnan's group, I'm sorry to say that you guys are not much help here."

"General Nianhan is quite a quick-witted person." Yuan Lang did not look unhappy. "Let the general know that the King of Qi has mobilized 100,000 troops to march north this time, and we are just the vanguard."

The Jurchen commander had an awkward expression on his face. He nodded after a while and said, "This is enough." He turned around and looked at the city of Huanglongfu and said, "I still have the task of defending the city. I must go back immediately. General Yuan, do you want to rest in the city?"

"No." Yuan Lang shook his head repeatedly: "My troops are all cavalry, staying here in the wilderness can threaten the enemy more." He paused and said: "Besides, my army will soon enter the territory of Huanglongfu, and I will also follow the army."

"That's great." Wanyan Zonghan nodded, then clasped his fists and said, "Then I will go back to Huanglong Mansion to prepare for defense. General Yuan, please be careful outside."

After saying this, he turned his horse's head and rode towards Huanglong Mansion. The cavalry behind him hurriedly followed, raising a trail of dust and running towards the city gate with a roar.

The noisy battlefield fell silent. Occasionally, the voices of wounded soldiers begging for mercy were heard, followed by a short scream and the sound of horse hooves. Yuan Lang looked back and saw the brothers Teng Xun and Teng Kan riding towards him. The latter swung the steel whip in his hand, and a pool of blood mixed with yellow and white mucus fell on the grass: "What is Boss Yuan talking to him about? What useless nonsense."

bang——

The elder brother beside him punched him with his fist and glared at him: "You are the one who talks the most nonsense."

"...hit me on the head again." Teng Kan covered his helmet with his hand: "If you hit me again, I'd be really stupid."

Teng Xun curled his lips: "You are really stupid."

Yuan Lang laughed loudly: "How can it be useless? Isn't it because we know the attitude of the Jin army generals?"

Teng Kan looked up in confusion. Yuan Lang looked at the cavalrymen holding flags and running towards the city gate and pulled the reins: "Let's go too, to avoid the Liao army coming out in full force. I can't stand that kind of enthusiasm."

The warhorse turned around, and Teng Xun followed with a "Gee!" sound. The younger brother behind him touched his head and muttered, "What's your attitude? You didn't even invite us to dinner. You're so stingy."

Turning around to see the two men returning to the camp, he hurriedly pulled the reins and ran back. The shout of "Everyone get on your horses and march south" spread among the cavalry. The intact soldiers lifted the wounded and put them on simple stretchers, and put the dead colleagues on the horse's back. After a moment of grief, they jumped back on their horses.

The horn sounded briefly, and the cavalry who were looting the battlefield ran back shouting. Then the sound of horse hooves was heard again to the west of Huanglong Mansion, getting farther and farther away.

Soon, five thousand cavalrymen and tens of thousands of infantrymen rushed from the Liao army camp. Xiao Gan, wearing a helmet and armor, looked at the messy battlefield with anger and lashed out his whip: "Collect the bodies of the warriors."

He didn't look at the person who got off the horse behind him, but just squinted his eyes and looked around, tapping his palm with the whip: "This Huanglong Mansion...is getting more and more chaotic." (End of this chapter)