Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

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The wine jar was slammed heavily on the table by Wanyan Chanchun. The young Jurchen general, who was panting, looked outside fiercely. Of the two thousand tribal warriors, only twenty or thirteen were left. If they fought two more battles, all of them would be consumed by Wanyan Loushi.

"Brother, stop drinking..." Wanyan Xishi, who was sitting at the bottom, saw his red eyes and advised him, "It's wartime now. If you make mistakes..."

"What did you miss? What could you miss?" Wanyan Chanchun waved his hand and said, "If you can get drunk with just this little bit of wine, you're no better than the kids in the department."

Wanyan Xishi thought about it and shut up. His brother was unhappy, so there was no need to persuade him at this time.

Wanyan Chanchun gulped down a few sips of wine and said, "Jingyuan City is not strong enough to resist the Qi army. There have been two wars here, and the civilians in the city have been killed or injured. The city defenses are in ruins, and Wanyan Loushi won't allow anyone to repair it. I really don't know what he is planning."

"The Marshal must have his own plans."

"What are you talking about? I just know that if things continue like this, our tribe won't survive this winter." Wanyan Chanchun burped, exhaled, and continued, "All the men are dead, so how can we fight the cold winter?"

Wanyan Xishi pursed his lips: "But now is the time when the alliance is in danger, we have the obligation to help them..."

"Help?" Wanyan Chanchun interrupted his brother directly: "If we help them, who will help us? The King of Qi? If it really comes to that, it would be the greatest kindness for him not to add insult to injury." He looked at the other side with red eyes: "Have you become stupid after being in the army for the past two years? You are using your own belongings to fill other people's holes."

"I..." Wanyan Xishi straightened his body, then bent down: "I am so erect just thinking about it."

Wanyan Chanchun held the wine jar without saying anything. After a while, he said coldly: "It's already a matter of the past. What we need to think about is the future. Erlang, take Dad away in the next few days."

"what?!"

A cry of surprise rang out in the tent, and then his brother covered his mouth and nose with his hands: "Listen, I have thought about it for a long time. Wanyan Gao can't lead the wolves of the Wanyan tribe, and Wanyan Sheng is even less capable. Now that the Qi army has swept across the north and south, staying here will mean death. I don't care if you want to die with them, but I will take the warriors of the tribe away."

"Wuwu——" Wanyan Xishi tried to pry his brother's hand twice, but found that it didn't move at all. He got angry and punched his brother's arm with his fist. He took back his arm while he was in pain and let out a breath: "Puha——Brother, you are going to suffocate me to death."

"The sooner you die, the sooner you will be in the arms of the gods." Wanyan Chanchun sneered, "If this continues, you will die anyway. There is no difference between dying in the hands of others and dying in my hands."

The younger brother's eyes widened, causing red eyes to glare back at him: "I'll ask you one last time, are you leaving or not?"

"Let me think about it..." Wanyan Xishi struggled, the familiar face turned in his mind, and he repeated in a low voice: "Let me think about it again."

During this day, many people had their own ideas, some were resolute and some were hesitant. However, soon, the news coming from the rear made a decision for everyone.

The summer is Bingchen.

Wanyan Gao, who was sitting in the palace, received military intelligence from the front line. After a few days of confusion, someone reported that Wulin Datai wanted to lead 1,500 soldiers to support, which immediately made the leader of the Wanyan tribe overjoyed. The blockade of the grain route made him panic all day long. He was afraid of hearing the news of the destruction of the entire army and the warning of the Qi army crossing the river. However, the information he just received was not too good. Binzhou was broken, and Wanyan Loushi moved to Jingyuan City. Although he saved some troops, he was farther away from the Wanyan tribe. In order to compete with Wanyan Sheng, he sent most of his troops to the front line. There were only 3,000 cavalry here, and the food was pitifully small.

Now, hearing that Wulindatai was actually bringing troops to help, it was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. He ordered his men to let him into the city, and then dispatched 3,000 troops under his command into the city to let him come to pay a visit.

"Bojilie, Wulindatai wants this person to come with strange intentions, we must be on guard." A young man named Wanyan Salihe stepped forward and reminded him. He had a slightly fat face before he reached twenty. Because his Chinese name was the same as Wanyan Gao, Wanyan Gao liked him very much and often kept him by his side.

"It's not a big deal. There are only 1,500 people. There are 3,000 cavalrymen in the city. I also have 300 skilled golden armored guards. I can't wait for that fellow to do something rash." Wanyan Gao sneered and then took a breath with a hiss. The corners of his mouth were blistering and stinging. "Besides, the soldiers and horses in his hands are what I need. How do you know I haven't thought about this?"

He turned to look at the young man with the same name beside him and said, "Sali, go gather the guards. Take your axes and swords and hide outside the house. When I smash the cup as a signal, you can kill that Wulinda with your swords."

Wanyan Sali opened his mouth and instinctively felt that this was not a good way to do it, but he couldn't explain why. He just replied "Yes" and went out to make arrangements, leaving Wanyan Gao alone, walking around and thinking about what to do next.

Soon, the young man who went out gathered the three hundred golden armored guards and hid them around. Then he waited here with Wanyan Gao with a nervous mood. Time passed slowly. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Wanyan Gao stopped and looked outside in confusion: "How long has it been? Why hasn't that guy come yet?"

"It's time for a meal." Wanyan Sali said, frowning on his young face: "It's a bit too long, I'll go and urge him."

Wanyan Gao nodded hesitantly. The young man walked to the door and opened it. There were faint sounds of shouting and killing coming in. Wanyan Salihe turned around in astonishment: "Bojilie, something is wrong..."

boom--

There was a sound of collision, and a figure stumbled in. His bloodstained body showed that he had been through a tough battle. He looked at the wide-open door and shouted, "Bojilie, run! Wulindatai is about to rebel! Go!"

The sound was so shrill that the two Wanyan Gaos standing in the room felt cold all over. Their lips trembled twice, and the blisters at the corners of the older man's mouth grew visibly bigger. He immediately grabbed the scimitar at his waist, shouted, "Let's go!", and walked out of the room neatly.

The young Wanyan Salihe suddenly came to his senses and followed the other party, shouting continuously. The golden-armored guards hiding around the house suddenly rushed out and surrounded the former and walked towards the back door.

The hurried and rumbling footsteps stopped for a moment in front of the door, and then the door behind it opened wide, and teams of guards holding scimitars and axes walked out, and then stopped involuntarily.

In his panicked sight, he saw Jurchen soldiers in different clothing in front and behind him, drawing their bows and arrows and pointing them at him.

"What's the matter?" Wanyan Gao was confused as he saw the guard standing still in front of him. He immediately said in a bad tone: "What time is it!" He stepped out of the door with his right foot, and looked at something with the corner of his eye: "Still... here", stepped on the ground, turned his eyes to look at the arrow flashing with cold light, and lowered the volume of his words: "What... are you dawdling... for, uh..."

A syllable uttered in his throat, and he froze on the spot. In his sight, someone separated the archers with bows and revealed their figures. The stern general was holding an iron spear, and his posture and demeanor were the same as yesterday.

"Wu-lin-da-tai-yu-"

Wanyan Gao gnashed his teeth and said, "Why are you here?" (End of this chapter)