Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The flag fluttered in the opposite direction of the downward force.

The moment they disappeared from sight on the top of the city wall, the soldiers of the Jin army seemed to have their spines pulled out. The Xianzhen Camp advanced step by step in their iron armor, constantly pushing the Jin soldiers guarding the top of the city wall back.

The axes and spears in their hands were raised together, and then swung down heavily. The shields, swords, spears in the hands of the Jin army seemed to be unable to bear the weight and burst out of their hands one after another.

Behind these trap camps, there was a steady stream of Qi soldiers in black armor pressing forward.

The ferocious sword light slashed down with a whistling sound that cut through the air, and the fallen people hit the people behind them. The big axe followed from behind the sword light and chopped down. Layers of yellow shadows disappeared, and a large flag with the word "Qi" with a red background and black edges was erected on the top of the wall. A black torrent surged down from the stone steps, and the sound of war horses rang out from the direction of the city gate. Another fight about the city gate began.

The scout ran towards the center of the Qi army with joy.

When Lü Bu received the military intelligence, he pointed his golden whip and said, "Order Du Fu and Yuan Lang to lead the cavalry around the city to prevent anyone from escaping in the chaos."

"The rest of you, follow me into the city and go to the palace to meet Wanyan Sheng!"

The Red Hare started moving, and the Qi army infantry in front marched out and rushed towards the door in the west that had just been opened.

……

The war horse broke into the small palace. Wanyan Zongbing jumped off the horse, staggered, gritted his teeth, stood up straight, and walked into the palace. Opposite the door was a three-step wooden platform with mahogany tables and chairs placed on it. The golden flag hanging behind the tables and chairs fluttered in the airflow.

Stepping on the red carpet that stretched from the door to the steps, the cheek muscles of the former fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom twitched violently a few times, and everything was different...

Except for this house and the red-painted pillars on both sides, everything is different from when my father Khan was here.

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Bones made a cracking sound from his clenched fists. Wanyan Zongbing turned around and drew his sword, chopping it on the door frame with a bang, sending wood chips flying into the air.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Go, hurry up!"

"How dare you push me, you slave!"

"Don't dawdle! I'll chop you down if you slow down!"

Fierce words were heard. Wanyan Zongbing, who walked out of the palace with a knife in hand, narrowed his eyes. In the distance, a young man was being led by his cavalry with a knife. He couldn't help but step down the stairs, his lips moving slightly: "Arubu..."

The young man whose name was called suddenly looked forward and paused for a moment. The fourth son of Wanyan Sheng, whose Chinese name was Wanyan Zongwei, opened his eyes wide and said, "Wushu!?"

Then he shuddered and looked around with wandering eyes: "Why are you here?"

"I have something to say to Wu Qimai." Wanyan Zongbing raised his ear and walked slowly to him. He bowed slightly as he was taller than him, and looked him straight in the eye: "Where is your father?"

"I... I don't know." Wanyan Zongwei tried to look away, but Wanyan Zongbi grabbed his cheek and stared at him, his pupils seemed to be burning: "Where?"

"Woooo..."

The brother opposite was very strong, which made the young man feel some pain. He struggled for a few times, but could not open his eyes. Seeing Wanyan Zongbing's hand holding the knife slightly raised, he quickly shook his face left and right, but still could not open his mouth. Liquid quickly overflowed from his mouth, nose and eyes, and his pleading of "Bishaan..." leaked out from the gaps between his hands.

"past--"

Shouts and footsteps came from the side. Wanyan Zongbing kept pinching his face and turned his head slightly. When he saw the face clearly, he put on a seemingly happy smile: "Hulubu, Aludai, Hushahu, Alin..."

He loosened his fingers, stood up, wiped the liquid on his hands on Wanyan Zongwei with disgust, and couldn't help but cover his chest with his hands.

It still hurts a little.

A soft sobbing sound came from the side. Wanyan Zongbing glanced at his cousin and said softly, "Shut up, or I'll kill you."

As soon as the sobbing stopped, the terrified young man covered his mouth and nose.

The escorted figures were approaching. There were three of them, three children of different ages. Wanyan Zongbing knew them all. Like Wanyan Zongwei next to them, they were all sons of Wanyan Sheng. Now, the oldest one looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest, Alin, was only four or five years old.

"Dear brothers..." Wanyan Zongbing looked at the people in front of him happily, and said with a kind smile: "Where is Uncle Wuqimai? I want to go and see him."

Several young men shrank back and looked at their brothers who were covering their mouths and noses with tears in their eyes. The oldest one, Hu Shahu, took a step forward and took a breath: "Brother Silang, we haven't seen it either..."

An expression of impatience flashed across his face. Poof——

The long knife stabbed into the chest of the opponent. Wanyan Zongbing's face was distorted and his eyes seemed to be spewing flames: "Tell me, where is Wuqimai?!"

“Third brother!” Several young men screamed. Wanyan Zongwei sat down on the ground with a thud, shaking all over. The figure of the Jurchen named Hulubu looked at Wanyan Zongbi fiercely: “Wuzhu, you killed your own brothers, are you still a human being!”

"Brothers..." Wanyan Zongbing uttered these four words slowly, and laughed strangely. Then he drew out his long sword and chopped Hulubu's neck again. Blood splashed on his face. The murderous general looked at the bodies of the two young men falling to the ground with an expressionless face: "Why didn't you say this when my brother was killed by your father?"

He swung the bloody long knife in his hand and said, "Tell me where Wu Qimai is, and I won't kill you."

"dream!"

"Delusion!"

"I...I don't know..."

Wanyan Zongbi glanced at the three people coldly, turned around and walked out: "Kill them."

A cavalryman walked over with his sword drawn.

"Wushu you...ah!"

"My father will take revenge...ah!"

"Don't...don't...don't...ugh!"

Different voices were heard, and then a cavalryman came forward and whispered, "General, they are all executed."

"Yeah." Wanyan Zongbing, expressionless, raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, walked out of the gate quickly, turned over and rode on his horse: "Find Wuqimai, let's go--"

"drive--"

"drive--"

The horses' hooves stamped on the ground, and they galloped out with a roar.

……

The sun rose to its hottest position, and black smoke rose like a dragon from the distant city walls, with a large number of soldiers fighting on the city walls.

When Wanyan Sheng led the cavalry to the north gate, his ears were filled with shouts of fighting. He raised his head to see the fierce fighting on the city wall and gripped the reins nervously, knowing that these people were only able to be so brave because they had not received any information, and it would be too late later.

"Greetings, Bojilie." The Mouke guarding the city gate hurried over and looked at him in confusion: "You..."

"Open the city gate!"

"The soldiers are fighting..." The Mouke looked back and wanted to refuse: "If the city gate is opened, I'm afraid the morale of the army will be broken immediately."

"Do as I say!" Wanyan Sheng stopped him and pointed to the city gate: "Now, immediately, right away!"

The Mouke was about to speak when he saw the other party's personal guards draw their swords. He immediately bowed his head and clasped his fists: "Yes, I will follow Bojilie's orders."

He turned around and waved his hand: "Open the door, Bojilie will personally rush in to rescue!"

There was a chaotic sound for a moment, and then a soldier of the Jin army ran over and tried to open the closed door.

"He's a smart guy..."

Wanyan Zongpan listened to the Mouke's shout and turned to look at his father: "Dad..."

Wanyan Sheng took a breath, turned his head and looked at the cavalry behind him. His eyes moved and he spoke softly: "Take him with you. Let him cover your retreat if necessary."

The son nodded, quickly dismounted and ran over to pull the man aside.

Soon, the north gate opened. (End of this chapter)