Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

It was said that all the people from Dengyun Mountain were going out, but it was impossible for Song Jiang to take everyone with him. There were still two hundred people guarding the stronghold, led by Xue Yong, the sick tiger, and Hou Jian, the gibbon macaque master and his apprentice.

Zong Ze, along with Zong Ying and three hundred trained brave men, all wearing armor and helmets, rushed out while there were few people in the stronghold. Zong Ying, relying on the protection of his armor, led the army into the stronghold.

The Dengyun Mountain bandits had been treating the government troops like their own sons these days, running away as soon as they picked up their weapons. Now, seeing the Song soldiers rushing in, they were not afraid, and rushed forward one by one with knives and guns. The leading team of soldiers, holding shields, crashed into the crowd with a bang, and swords flashed and screams were heard. Bloody and dead bodies kept appearing on the ground.

Hou Jian thought something was wrong, so he picked up his machete and ran out of the house. Seeing the young man in armor giving orders, he knew he was a general. He took two quick steps forward and rushed over, aiming at Zong Ying and striking him. However, the armor on the other side was very thick, and the strike only left a white mark on Zong Ying's armor. Before Hou Jian's surprise could reach its peak, the young man reacted and chopped him in the face with his machete, leaving a dent on his head, and red and white blood flowed all over the floor.

"Hou Jian!"

Xue Yong was furious upon seeing this, and rushed out with his spear. He stabbed a brave man to the ground with one spear, then frowned. The man was wearing leather armor, so the strike just now failed to pierce him through, but only made a hole.

"kill--"

When the soldiers at the back saw their companion being stabbed down by Xue Yong, they immediately became furious. They roared and rushed forward, slashing with their knives. Xue Yong brandished his spear with both hands, and the sound of metal colliding continued. Occasionally, the spear would be pulled back and hit someone, making a "pop" sound, and then a figure flew out.

The bandits behind him were greatly encouraged, and they chopped down the government soldiers in front of them one after another. However, the government soldiers were unable to succeed immediately due to their leather armor. The red-eyed bandits stepped forward and raised their weapons.

"This thief is quite brave."

Zong Ze wiped the sweat off his face after walking in, glanced at Xue Yong, and then pointed: "There is no time to waste here, archers, step forward and shoot three arrows in a row."

wow-

Fifty strictly trained archers ran forward, drew arrows from their quivers, quickly drew their bows, and let go.

Whoosh whoosh—

Arrows shot forward one after another. Before the man holding the knife could chop down, "Puff--" the arrow pierced into the flesh. The thief, whose body was shaking, looked up and saw the second arrow hit the bow.

"mean……"

Xue Yong was hit by three arrows and was about to fall. He quickly thrust his spear backwards and stood firm. When he looked up, despair was in his eyes.

"puff--"

The arrow hit the sick tiger's head and it could no longer stand and fell backwards in a "|" shape. The thieves who were still alive in the distance saw this and dared not make a sound. They quietly threw away their weapons, climbed over the wall and escaped.

Zong Ze could see clearly from the middle of the army, but he didn't care. He stopped Zong Ying who was about to chase after them, saying, "Don't chase us. Count the casualties and clean up the battlefield. Quickly!"

He looked around and said, "Let's set fire to the village. Those who can still fight, follow me down the mountain to ambush."

Figures swayed, and soldiers in leather armor quickly helped their injured comrades up. Someone found oil and wine and poured them on the wooden houses and wooden fences. Zong Ying took out a fire starter and threw it forward.

tumultuous--

The flames ignited and black smoke rose up.

……

The sunlight gradually moved to the west as the clouds moved.

Under the city.

There were shouts and sounds of fighting. A wooden ladder was hanging on the city wall. A bandit with two flying yakshas tattooed on his legs bit the back of his knife and climbed up using his hands and feet. A figure flashed on the top of the city wall, and a stone as big as a head was getting closer and closer. Bang——

Stars appeared in my eyes and my nose was bleeding.

"what--"

The falling body hit the ground, and then he couldn't breathe due to the pain. It took a long while for his stiff body to soften.

"Back off, back off—"

Jie Zhen jumped down the ladder, pulled his brother onto his back, dodged the falling rocks, and quickly retreated. The minions below the city who were beaten and bleeding had already begun to retreat.

"Fire the arrow——"

An order came from the top of the city wall, and a rain of arrows was shot down. Those who ran slowly screamed and fell to the ground. Amid the shouts of "Save me!", the figure in front ran away without looking back.

"How many times has this happened?" Song Jiang held the horsewhip, his face livid.

"Three times."

Wu Yong beside him frowned, no longer looking like he had everything under control. He looked at the retreating government troops with a puzzled look.

These defenders on the city walls seemed like different people. When they met them in the wild, they wished their parents had two more legs. They ran so fast that Mu Hong, riding a warhorse, almost couldn't catch up with them.

As soon as they entered the city, Li Kui, Wu Song and Zou Yuan, who were the first to attack the city, didn't think much and directly erected the wooden ladder to charge forward. However, they didn't expect that the three men could not get close to them due to the rain of arrows from the top of the city. Li Kui still took off all his clothes and rushed forward with his weapon. He was almost killed by a bow. Even so, he was hit by five arrows. Fortunately, this guy had thick skin and strong flesh, and no arrows hit his vital parts. Now he was cursing his mother behind him with full of anger.

After finally hanging the wooden ladder on the top of the city wall, Wu Song had just climbed halfway when stones and battering rams began to fall on his head like crazy. Even though he reacted quickly, he was still hit by two stones and had no choice but to retreat. As for Zou Yuan, he was even worse off, with three or four cuts on his head, and he almost became a bleeding dragon.

"Brother, let's retreat." Wu Yong sighed helplessly: "The government troops in the city are like turtles in their shells. It's hard to fight them."

Song Jiang looked at the leaders around him. Not to mention Wu Song, Li Kui, and Zou Yuan, Qiu Xiang, Shi Jun, Duan Er, and Duan Wu also had strong wounds and white cloth wrapped around their bodies and heads. Zou Run was blind in one eye. The brothers Kong Ming and Kong Liang, one had his left arm injured by a stone, and the other had his right arm injured by a pestle, and they were both hanging with cloth. Looking at Jie Zhen in front of him who was carrying Jie Bao on his back, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"...Okay." After saying these two words, Song Jiang opened his eyes: "Then..."

"Report——"

Before he could finish his sentence, a voice came from behind. Song Jiang and Wu Yong turned around and saw Dai Zong running towards them with his butt on fire. He didn't even have time to make a fist and shouted, "Brother, the stronghold is burned down!"

"What do you mean?"

Song Jiang's eyes widened on the horse. Wu Yong exerted force on the hand that was touching his beard and pulled out a strand of hair. He immediately inhaled with a "hiss".

Dai Zong calmed down and said, "My brother asked me to look around. I ran a little far just now and saw black smoke rising from the direction of Dengyun Mountain. I ran over and saw the fleeing henchmen halfway. He said that the government troops attacked us while we were out, and Xue Yong and Hou Jian were killed."

"Ah——" Song Jiang screamed in pain and his body swayed. Wu Yong beside him quickly reached out to support him.

Song Jiang sat up straight, took two breaths, and shouted: "Quick, withdraw the troops - withdraw the troops -"

Dangdangdang——

The sound of the golden gong rang out, and the bandits who heard that they didn't need to attack the city retreated as if they had been pardoned. The Dengyun Mountain bandits then turned around and ran towards the mountain stronghold in a mess. (End of this chapter)