Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The stone flew across the sky, and a black shadow drew an arc, growing larger and larger in the field of vision.

"Get away from—"

There were roars and neighings of horses, but the cavalry led by Wanyan Loushi and others were already in a panic because of the trap ahead, so how could they dodge in such a hurry?

bang——

A fountain of blood spurted out, rocks bounced up and fell one after another, knocking the two riders behind to the ground, before they slowed down and stopped there.

Wanyan Loushi turned to look at the cavalrymen knocked down by the rocks, raised his head to see the uneasy expressions on the faces of the cavalrymen around him, and took a breath: "Why are you panicking? The Qi army is just using some tricks. Our casualties are no more than a hundred. Even if there are a thousand casualties, there are still seven thousand men here. Most of the Qi army's troops have been deployed. What is there to worry about! Is it more difficult than the attack on Huanglongfu that day?!"

The powerful voice attracted the soldiers' attention.

"Pass the order, fill the pit and attack the stronghold!"

"Roar--"

Countless cavalrymen roared in anger.

Woohoo——

The sound of a horn was heard.

The cavalry dismounted from their horses, picked up the shields hanging on the sides of their horses, and ran over holding them diagonally, just like when they attacked Huntong City that day, they brought soil and filled the pit.

The dense crowds of figures preparing to attack made Ma Ling on the watchtower take a breath.

"Shieldmen go forward, archers stay behind, bring up the crossbows, quick!"

The messenger waved the command flag, and the soldiers below moved. The burly shield bearers walked behind the wooden fence and slammed the wooden shields into the ground. The archers marched, aiming their crossbows loaded with arrows outside. The figures moved in an orderly manner.

The young and strong men in the military camp moved the chevaux de frise to the middle of the road facing the gate as instructed, carried the collected arrows and brought bundles of spears, and then retreated at the command of the generals while looking worriedly at the Jurchen soldiers outside.

The catapult lowered its arm again, and someone brought in a stone.

Niu Gao mounted his warhorse and went around to the side. The two thousand Qi cavalry began to disperse amid his roars.

……

The wind blew up Wanyan Loushi's flag, and the commander who had spoken so excitedly just now had a blank expression on his face.

"The Qi army is well prepared. Logically, we should retreat. However, our plans have failed one after another, and the morale of the army is somewhat depressed. If this continues, we will not be able to go to the battlefield in the future."

Wanyan Loushi rode on horseback, watching the cavalry gradually entering the firing range of the Qi army. The combat capability of the Qi army was the only one he had seen in Liaodong. In his impression, they were not only resilient and capable of both attack and defense, but also as daring as the Jurchens. If the opponent was not prepared, he could still break the camp with the cavalry in his hands, but it was difficult for him to do so now.

"Let's fight a battle first, at least cause some casualties to the Qi army. Tell the boys to focus on riding and shooting, and don't be impulsive." Turning to look at his son, he said, "Living girl, take the scouts to explore more. If you see Qi troops outside, report immediately."

"Yes."

The young brave general responded and jumped onto his warhorse, shouting along the way. A hundred or so scouts followed him on horseback, all the way to the official road.

"Shitumen Mengan." Wanyan Loushi looked at the older general and said, "Take a group of troops and patrol around the Qi army camp. The enemy camp is so large that it is impossible for all of them to be so heavily guarded. Find the weak points..." He squeezed the reins hard and said, "You can do whatever you want."

The old general lowered his head and responded, then called his eldest son Wanyan Chanchun, and led two thousand cavalrymen to bypass like the wind. Niu Gao in the military camp had a cold look in his eyes, and ordered his deputy general to lead five hundred soldiers to guard the other side.

"General, the front army is still one arrow away from the Qi army." Someone shouted beside him. Wanyan Loushi looked up and suddenly shouted: "Attack--"

On the field, the sound of horses' hooves rang out fiercely, stamping on the earth and heading straight towards the camp over there. The raised bows and arrows reflected the sunlight in the sky. On the ground, the Jurchen soldiers holding cavalry round shields were moving forward nervously. From time to time, arrows were shot out from the hands of the Qi army, piercing the surface of the shield, causing the hands of the shield holders to tremble violently.

"Raise your shield——"

The shouts of generals were heard in the camp.

Under the sky, whoosh, whoosh - the sound of hundreds and thousands of arrows flying through the air, suddenly approaching with the sound of horse hooves.

Ma Ling looked indifferently at the swordsman below who shrank his body under the big shield. Dense arrows covered him, and his ears were filled with the crackling sound of arrows hitting the shield.

The battle that both sides had prepared for began at this moment.

In the military camp, there were many people. Some soldiers were unfortunately shot by arrows and fell to the ground, while others were unharmed. The horses over there split into two groups and ran away. When the cavalry behind them caught up, suddenly an officer shouted: "Shoot--"

The crossbowman crouching behind the big shield stood up suddenly, and the crossbow mechanism he had secretly learned from the Song Dynasty's Shenbi bow made a slight sound, and the sound of the bowstring trembling became one. Arrows flew out from the wooden fence, forming a black cloud and shooting down on the heads of the Wanyan cavalry.

A wave of blood bloomed among the cavalry.

"Charge the camp gate!"

Wanyan Loushi coldly looked at the battle situation ahead. At the command, several cavalrymen worked together to lift wooden stakes as thick as thighs and charged forward madly.

……

At the same time, in Pennsylvania City.

Countless shouting figures were attacking the city walls. The torrent of black armor made Wanyan Chang, who was defending the city, look ugly. On and under the city walls, catapults raised their arms from time to time, and the stones thrown out made loud bangs on the positions of both sides. A continuous black cloud shot out from people's hands, crisscrossed in the air, and fell into the opponent's formation.

Soldiers on the top of the city wall threw down battering rams and boulders from time to time, and the Qi army's skilled archers took the opportunity to shoot people off the city wall with one arrow. The screams passed through the sky with a tail, and finally returned to silence with a muffled sound.

The officers climbing the ladders suddenly exerted force. Xu Wen, wearing iron armor, suddenly jumped onto the city wall. Relying on his strong arms and sharp blade, he broke three spears in a row and chopped the sword and shield man who was coming to kill him to the ground with one knife, and blood splattered all over his head and face.

"Drive the Qi army away!"

The next moment, in the array on the city wall, a burly middle-aged Jurchen general squeezed out from the soldiers and charged forward with a shield in hand. Xu Wen roared "Ah--" and swung his sword on the shield. Both of them were shocked at the same time. Then Xu Wen's scalp numbed, and he raised his foot suddenly and kicked the opposite man's abdomen. A long sword chopped down from above, missing the aim and strength to hit his shoulder armor, causing a streak of sparks.

bang——

The figure fell to the ground, then quickly got up and threw away the shield that had a white mark on it. Xu Wen panted and glanced at his shoulder, swallowed his saliva, and felt a slight pain where he was stabbed.

“That’s a lot of strength.”

On the top of the wall, figures holding bows and crossbows were gathering here in an orderly manner. Xu Wen dodged the stabbing spear and chopped down the man with one sword. Looking at the archers of the Wanyan tribe who were gathering around him, he knew that he would not be able to capture the city first this time.

"spit--"

He spat on the ground, pointed the blade of his knife outwards in a defensive posture towards the general, and suddenly turned and ran towards the wall: "Next time I fight you, leave me a name if you have the guts."

"Wanyan A'lihe's angry!"

The figure disappeared over the city wall. (End of this chapter)