Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The setting sun dyed the clouds red, and the sound of iron hooves was like muffled thunder.

"We can't let him go!"

Niu Gao gritted his teeth, shook the reins, and rode out with the six hundred or so cavalrymen who were still intact. Ma Ling instinctively wanted to follow, and stamped his feet at the mess at the camp gate: "Chengzhu Nahai, take the men and follow Captain Niu!"

The general on the other side shouted, "Yes!", spotted a still intact warhorse in the camp, flew up, and waved the iron spear in his hand: "Bring a team of those who can still fight, chase--"

The two hundred archers behind them immediately ran out with bows and crossbows, and shouts rang out in front of the camp gate.

"Go, go quickly, the enemy cavalry is approaching--"

Wanyan Huo Nu shouted loudly, calling on the cavalrymen who were trapped in the encirclement to withdraw. Wanyan Lou Shi personally followed behind with 300 guards and Wanyan Shi Tu Men. Hearing this, he hung up his weapon, took out his longbow, and shouted, "Follow me, drive them back!"

Wanyan Huonu in front immediately turned her horse around and followed her father to fight back.

Wanyan Shitumen's expression changed, he turned his head to glance at Niu Gao who was chasing him, and waved the iron spear in his hand: "Chan Chun, lead the troops to continue to follow the front, and half of the people will follow me to help the commander!"

A Jurchen strong man in his thirties in the rear roared and continued to move forward with his troops. The old general immediately changed direction, and the two Moukes hurriedly followed him. More than a thousand cavalrymen drew an arc and rushed towards Niu Gao again. The knights in front drew their bows and arrows while running, and shot out with a volley of arrows as soon as they loosened their fingers.

Whoosh whoosh—

Arrows flew across the sky, black and dense like locusts swooping down in front of him. Niu Gao, who was chasing after him, shouted "Raise your shields!" and brandished his double maces. The sound of jingling quickly rang out in front of him. A knight following behind him accidentally ran too fast and was not prepared. He was hit by several arrows and fell off his horse with a scream. More people behind him raised their cavalry regiment signs, and the sound of arrows shooting into the shields rang out. A warhorse was hit by an arrow and its legs softened, and the horse and man rolled into a ball on the ground.

"Just defeat the Qi people, don't fight too much—"

With a loud shout, Wanyan Loushi put away his bow and replaced it with a sword. He roared "Kill!" and rushed towards Niu Gao who was following him.

The dark-faced man's expression suddenly darkened by two points, and he waved his double maces: "Charge!"

Dozens of riders in the front row shouted loudly, waving their weapons and rushing forward at an accelerated speed. Wanyan Loushi looked at them coldly, kicked his horse's belly, and charged into the cavalry. His swords shone with rays of light, and there were sounds of metal clashing. Several sparks flew, and someone's arm was chopped off. He flew up with his spear in his hand and was stabbed off his horse with a wailing sound.

Niu Gao gritted his teeth and swung his pair of iron maces horizontally and vertically. Several Jurchen knights in front of him were knocked off their horses. They lowered their heads and crouched to avoid the weapons that swept over them. He passed by more than ten knights and headed straight for Wanyan Loushi. The warhorse he was riding was a fine horse that he had raised for a long time and it was extremely fast. Seeing that more Jurchens were surrounding him in front of him, he swung his iron mace violently, deflecting the weapons with his left and right arrows, and knocked the warhorse to death with a single blow of his mace. He tore open a gap and ignored the others, his eyes fixed on the figure waving a big knife in front of him.

Wanyan Loushi also looked at Niu Gao, snorted coldly, and galloped over on his horse.

The horses' hooves brushed the ground as the two figures approached. The moment their weapons were raised, they simultaneously erupted in loud roars of "Heh--" and "Ha--".

when--

The broadsword was blocked by two iron maces. Niu Gao lowered his arms, gritted his teeth, raised his arms with a red face, and with a cry of "Ah--" he blocked the blade. The two horses approached each other, and he used all his strength to smash the mace at Wanyan Loushi who was close to him.

boom--

The knife handle was upright between the two men, and bits of wood chips coated with lacquer flew up. Wanyan Loushi felt something was wrong with the knife in his hand. His face changed, and he immediately turned around and slashed at Niu Gao. The black man turned around and used his other mace to block his back.

When bang——

"what--"

A dull sound was heard after the metallic sound. Niu Gao could not help but scream. The pain from being hit on his back left him with lingering fear. He quickly pulled the reins and fell sideways. Some cavalrymen from the Wanyan tribe wanted to stop him, but he reluctantly knocked them off their horses and ran away with the remaining knights behind him.

"Stop chasing—"

Wanyan Loushi held a knife in his hand, looked at his son who wanted to chase after him, and shouted, "The reinforcements of the Qi army are not far away, it is not advisable to fight with them, let's go--" In his sight, there was dust flying in the distance, and the figures chasing him could be seen. With a cold snort, he turned the war horse and chased after his subordinates who were running away in the distance.

Behind him, Cheng Zhunahai, who was eating dust, shouted on his horse: "You bastard, don't run away if you have the guts!"

In the sunset, the figure gradually fades away.

……

Countless horse hooves stepped on the mud, lifted up, and rolled up the grass leaves covered with black mud. The earth wailed under thousands of horse hooves. The soft sand and stones vibrated violently, making a rumbling sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground. Four thousand cavalrymen raised a cloud of dust, like a huge earth-colored wave, rushing towards everything in front of them.

Densely packed figures raised their heads and followed the flying flags of Zeng, Han and Wanyan in front of them, moving forward desperately. The soldiers at the front took out their ox-horns, puffed up their cheeks and blew them loudly.

woo-

That is a signal that there is an enemy ahead.

While riding his horse, Han Shizhong held up the iron spear that had been tempered a thousand times. That was the weapon that he "asked" Wu Hu to make for him. He spent half a month on it. Hmm...

He lived and ate at Wu Hu's house until the other party had no choice but to agree to make the weapon for him.

The iron spear was held high, and the tip of the spear reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.

"The Wanyan cavalry are ahead, if you are a man, follow me and charge—"

Xu Wen, whose face was covered in blood, heard the sound and shouted "Roar!" The dried blood on his face burst, revealing the color of the skin underneath. His eyes were fixed on the figure appearing in the distance, and then he brandished his sword and rushed to the front in parallel with dozens of cavalrymen wearing leather armor and holding iron spears beside him.

Wanyan Zongfu looked at the fluttering flag of the Wanyan tribe with complicated eyes, then he composed himself. The veins on the back of his hand holding the iron spear bulged out, and he took a long breath greedily. Suddenly, his expression straightened up, and he shouted "Huhe--". Countless Jurchen cavalry in front and behind him cried out in surprise and accelerated to rush towards the enemy a few miles away.

Farther away, the Wanyan cavalry who had just run back became agitated and could not help but look in the direction of their commander.

"Lou Shi, the Qi cavalry is coming from the northeast!"

There was a gloomy look on Wanyan Shitu's face. The flag representing the State of Qi in his sight was quite an eyesore. For these veterans, this flag destroyed the meaning of what they were fighting for.

And that man...

The middle-aged general, who was still sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, glanced ahead and did not see the fiery red color. He looked a little disappointed. If the opponent's king was here, he could take the opportunity to attack together with Wanyan Loushi and others, which might change the current situation in Liaodong in one fell swoop.

"The enemy is ahead, prepare to fight, blow the horn, blow the horn——"

Wanyan Loushi raised his sword and roared, and the knights beside him roared one after another. A desolate ox horn was blown, and the Wanyan cavalry running in front heard the sound, cried out in surprise, raised their spears, turned their horses' heads, and rushed towards the Qi army that had appeared.

The distance was getting closer in the shaking vision, and there were roars and shouts. Figures were running in front of them, holding their spears and lances firmly, charging towards the enemy opposite with determination.

boom--

……

"Go around, go around, charge at the waist of the Qi army and tear them apart!"

In the distance, Wanyan Loushi pulled the reins of his horse, and the sound of hooves was like thunder. (End of this chapter)