Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The sky light grew dimmer.

Charging cavalry, crossbow arrows hitting people's bodies, and war horses rushing straight and colliding with chevaux de frise stakes.

Boom boom boom——

The war horses trampled the camp. The sounds of people and horses' bodies being broken, separated, and flesh bursting drowned out the screams. Hysterical shouts mixed into the chaotic scene, forming a huge sound wave. Human bodies were thrown into the sky and fell down. The war horses stopped abruptly in the charge. Wooden spikes as thick as bowls protruded from their flesh. The splattered blood scattered backwards. The bodies that had not yet died shook their four hooves and gradually fell silent while hanging on the antlers.

More cavalry charged in and got caught in a confrontation between shields and chevaux de frise. Figures holding large shields roared and withstood the slashing of the approaching cavalry. The heavy weapons left scratches on the shields. The figures behind the shields were shocked away for a moment and were pushed forward by their companions behind. Archers took turns standing up and shooting arrows. Arrows and crossbow bolts rose into the air and fell down non-stop, and a large amount of blood bloomed from the crowd.

Ma Ling was running while dragging his Fang Tian Hua Ji. When he saw a soldier who couldn't hold on, he would run over and smash the horse's face with a gold brick. When the horse fell, he would stab the soldier to death with a halberd. Then he turned around and looked at the Jurchen cavalry who were starting to dismount from their horses.

Arrows fell from the sky, and the divine horse lowered its body and rolled under the shield. Soldiers from the Jurchen cavalry and infantry took the opportunity to rush forward, and screams were heard from the front row.

Ma Ling stood up, swung his halberd, rushed out and killed three people in a row, then retreated like a whirlwind and yelled, "Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon--"

……

Boom boom boom——

The war horses were running around the huge military camp. The cold eyes of the Qi soldiers inside made Wanyan Shitumen hesitate. He only had 2,000 people around him. If he forced a charge, he might not be able to open a gap with such a small number of people.

Looking up at the sky, it was almost dusk. The Qi army might return before dark, which meant they still had one or two hours.

Damn...

Wanyan Shitumen gritted his teeth and raised his hand: "Pass the order, go back to help the Marshal!"

The warhorse drew an arc outward, and the old general who was about to speed up was suddenly startled. In his sight, Wanyan Huonu was running towards him with scouts, waving her arms.

The sound of hooves shook the ground.

……

The war horses galloped past the side of the military camp, and the smoke and dust rose into the sky. The heavy blunt weapon smashed into the helmet of a Jurchen knight, and blood suddenly spurted out from his eyes, nose and mouth. The man fell off the horse without a sound due to the force.

A majestic knight with black armor and black face, holding two iron maces, led a thousand men to intercept the Jurchen knights who were rushing into the military camp from the side, and a huge collision sound broke out again.

In front of them, spears and lances stabbed into the galloping knights from the sides.

"Niu Gao is here, you villains, don't be so rampant." The loud voice lifted the spirits of the infantrymen who were caught in a tough battle. His horse's hooves approached the Jurchen knights. He swung his arms hard, broke the spear barrel with his iron mace, and stabbed forward with his other hand like lightning. There was a sound of bone breaking, and the mace pierced his chest. Niu Gao roared "Ah--" and pushed the man off his horse with a wave of his hand.

bang bang bang-

The knights who were charging at them were bumped into, and their horses and men fell to the ground like flying in the clouds. You pressed me and I pressed you, and we were knocked all over the place. The Qi army soldier at the top gritted his teeth, pulled out the sharp knife on his body, turned around and stabbed hard, and the dying screams were rang out.

Ma Ling watched Niu Gao breathe a sigh of relief. Just a moment after the goal was broken, the front line was thinned by three points. Hundreds of people from both sides were killed or injured in the collision. In detail, it was his side that suffered the loss. However, at this moment in the battle formation, he had no time to think about this matter. He shouted: "Drive the Jurchens out!"

In the back, the sound of running was like thunder. The infantrymen came in waves, their eyes red and they shouted loudly. They had followed Ma Ling to the south to guard against pirates and fought life-and-death battles with the Eastern Jurchens in the east. When had they ever been killed in such a miserable way? Seeing Niu Gao and his men cutting off the cavalry, their blood boiled. Their feet stomped across the ground and they rushed forward desperately with swords and spears in hand, adjusting their positions to avoid the charging horses. The military commander named Cheng Zhunahai jumped up, stabbed a spear into the chest of the knight on the horse, landed on the ground and lowered his body, drew out his sword and chopped off the thigh of the Jurchen warrior who followed him, and shouted: "Follow me!"

More than a dozen infantrymen armed with swords and shields raised their shields and rushed forward, crashing into the opposing troops with roars, gritting their teeth and resisting with all their might, then violently twitching their swords and stabbing through the gaps between the shields at the horses, the Jurchens' chests, abdomens, necks, and ribs, causing blood to spurt out.

Niu Gao did not dare to dismount. He turned his mount and ordered his men to leave the camp gate. The two iron maces in his hands were dancing like flying. The sound of metal hitting armor and flesh was heard rapidly. The dark-faced man looked outside the camp and suddenly his scalp went numb. In his sight, the Jurchens who had left the battlefield before were returning.

"Ma Ling——"

He roared and smashed the iron mace left and right. The two Jurchen knights' heads were hit hard by the blunt weapon and fell off their horses with a thud. Blood flowed from their wide-open eye sockets, and their eyeballs bulged out. Their bodies lay on the ground on the left and right. Niu Gao took advantage of the situation and used his hands to cut off the spears. An anxious look appeared on his face: "Hurry up and drive these seven grandsons out of the camp. The other side has more people."

Ma Ling didn't know what was going on, but he could tell Niu Gao was anxious. He shouted and cut off the horse's leg with his halberd. Without even looking at the Jurchen cavalrymen who were falling miserably behind him, he shouted, "Got it! Hurry up and move forward, motherfuckers."

On the other side, dozens of archers stood up, shot the arrows in their hands horizontally, roared and formed a small formation, loading crossbows while running forward. As the line of sight swayed, there were crowded and fighting figures all around, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, making people tremble. Arrows from outside the camp were also flying into the camp. Teams of Jurchen knights rushed up with roars and smashed the wooden fences on both sides. Wood chips flew and fell to the ground like snowflakes, and finally there was a "click" sound, and a piece of wood was chopped off crookedly.

"Lou Shi, Lou Shi, withdraw the troops——"

The shout came from Wanyan Shitu's door. Wanyan Loushi, who was about to command the next wave of attack, was stunned. He turned around to look at the cavalry running towards him. He could faintly hear something wrong with the sound of horse hooves.

"Qi troops come back to help! Qi troops come back to help!"

Hundreds of voices came from the mouths of the knights running back. Wanyan Loushi suddenly tightened his grip on the reins, looked unwillingly at the Qi army camp that had been attacked, sighed to the sky, and suddenly shouted: "Order the troops to retreat! Go——"

Dangdangdang——

The messenger in the rear picked up the golden gongs hanging next to the saddle and struck several gongs at the same time, startling the attacking Jurchen knights. Then they roared, grabbed the reins and ran backwards. Ma Ling and Niu Gao didn't know why, and instinctively wanted to lead people to chase them, but they were shot back by a rain of arrows and watched Wanyan Loushi retreat.

The breeze blows, and the ground is barren. (End of this chapter)