Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 874 Fighting (Two in One)

The cavalry was marching, and the extra wooden fences in the military camp were constantly being dismantled. Amid the loud sounds of falling to the ground, cavalry were constantly patrolling and running outside. Flags could be vaguely seen fluttering in the darkness, and some generals were eyeing the path that would allow them to retreat to Zhongjing Road.

The huge flag representing the King of Qi was moving towards the fire, and the numbers of people and horses were increasing.

In the military camp, shouts and banging sounds continued, human bodies were piling up, broken shields, twisted corpses of men and horses, broken weapons filled the sight, and sticky blood was scattered everywhere, flashing ominous colors under the firelight.

"kill--"

The morale driven by the generals was rising. The soldiers of the Qi and Liao armies shouted loudly and accelerated their pace again. They hacked and stabbed each other at close range. Someone rushed forward and was pierced by a spear. When he was raised, he locked the spear shaft that pierced his chest with both hands. His colleague in brown clothes behind him stabbed his knife into the horse's body. The number of running figures was still increasing.

"Drink-"

Han Chang wielded his iron spear and fought with Yelu Dehua with real fire. The blades and spear heads collided from time to time, and sparks exploded between the two men from time to time. The guards behind them rushed from the rear to the two wings, protecting their generals from being surrounded by the opponent.

Countless weapons were clashing beside him. After a few metal-chopping sounds, there was a scream. The fallen figure was immediately replaced by someone else. Both sides had red eyes and roared, wanting to kill each other with their swords.

Yelu Derong screamed and rushed forward to support his brother. He stabbed a soldier of Han Chang with his spear and sent the corpse flying to the side. Dong Ping, who was one step behind Han Chang, was furious. Seeing someone coming to kill him, he quickly put aside the idea of ​​fighting Yelu Dehua and shouted, "Come on!"

He kicked the warhorse under his crotch, and the two silver spears in his hands whirled like flying. He first picked off two Liao cavalrymen, and then stabbed Yelu Derong who was charging at him with one spear.

boom--

After taking the long spear head-on, Yelu Derong and Dong Ping both felt a little numbness in their palms. They immediately shouted with their spears flying, pulling, hitting, blocking, intercepting, bursting, stabbing and poking, and fiercely killed the Liao royal family opposite, which made Yelu Derong break out in a sweat.

The two bodyguards next to him also rode forward at the same time, trying their best to stop the figure rushing towards their commander. People kept falling off their horses, and the chaos reached its peak at this moment.

At the rear of the battle formation, Hu Yanzhuo, holding two whips, rushed to the tightly defended area and killed the Liao generals who were resisting stubbornly with his bravery. Seeing that Dong Ping and Han Chang were in a stalemate, he shouted, "Follow me!"

The warhorse drew an arc in the crowd of people. Sparks flew as the iron whip collided with the sword and spear. The spear tip pierced the armor and was blocked by the thick armor plates. The moment the body moved forward, the spear and the person were pushed away. The blade scratched the warhorse's flesh and smelly blood splattered.

"Ignore those infantrymen, kill the Liao general!"

He glanced at the fighting figures and saw that Dong Ping had the upper hand, so he spurred his horse forward and roared, "Han Chang, hold on. I will help General Dong first."

kill! "

The sound of killing came from the cavalry's mouth, and the figures waving double iron whips set off a rain of blood among the Liao soldiers. The blunt objects with sharp edges hit the head with a sound of bone cracking, and red and white objects flew out horizontally, making the arriving generals look even more ferocious.

Dong Ping was very anxious. He was just thinking of killing the general and then helping Han Chang to kill someone else to get the greatest credit. He was unwilling to do that after hearing Hu Yanzhuo's roar, but he also knew that he could not delay any longer on the battlefield. So he had to increase his strength with his arms, and wielded his pair of short spears in attack without defense, cursing all the time, as if he wished he could spit to death Yelu Derong in front of him on the spot.

Huhu... Yelu Derong blocked left and right, breathing heavily. He was not deaf and could hear Hu Yanzhuo's shouting clearly, but the two silver spears of Dong Ping opposite him were shining. As soon as he looked around, he saw several bloody wounds on his body. He roared and encouraged himself to fight with him.

The fighting soldiers were gathering together. Hu Yanzhuo cut through the thorns and rushed into the middle from the side with a bloody face. He killed a Liao army guard with his waving iron whip and rushed forward and roared.

The iron whip smashed down.

With a bang, the spear was taken. Yelu Derong's palms began to feel hot. Dong Ping screamed "Ah--" and took the opportunity to thrust out the gun in his hand with a ferocious expression.

Blood appeared on the bodies of the royal children. The double-whip general over there waved his arms again, and four weapons came one after another from both sides. Despair appeared in Yelu Derong's eyes.

……

Sparks flew in the night sky and turned into gray smoke and fell down.

Yang Zaixing led a group of wolf cavalry to bypass the flank, advancing recklessly all the way, destroying countless tents.

A general of the Liao army looked at the cavalry here and roared to order the archers to shoot arrows. When the arrows rained down from the sky, the cavalry raised their arms one after another, and the shields tied to their arms trembled. Some of them groaned, fell off their horses, and then raised their bows to shoot back. The sound of arrows hitting the shields was continuous.

"Turn, turn, and kill the Liao people from behind!"

While galloping at high speed, Yang Zaixing shouted loudly, swung the heavy golden tiger-head iron spear in his hand to the side, and immediately drew an arc with the cavalry, aimed at the weak point on the side and rear of the Liao army, and shouted: "Follow me!"

The gun tip shook, making a slight "buzzing" sound, and his eyes lit up with excitement. Like a young tiger hunting alone, he rushed into the formation fiercely.

boom--

A loud bang exploded at the tip of the spear, and the shields facing this side shattered and flew away. Several human bodies were lifted into the air by the iron spears, and blood spurted out of the bowl-sized wounds on their chests. Figures kept flying up and down in the Liao army formation that was resisting.

In the violent charge, the wolf riders behind him also roared forward, killing spread in the conflict, the number of Liao troops still resisting in the camp was constantly decreasing, and the organized resistance and formations were also destroyed by the wolf riders' charge. There were groaning and wailing figures everywhere, and the bloodstains on the ground added to the number.

……

Dang clang——

The spear fell to the ground and bounced, with blood dripping on it.

Looking up, the silver pistol pierced into Yelu Derong's waist. The royal prince held the spear tightly with both hands and suddenly shouted: "Brother! Run--"

The black iron whip came towards him and hit the side of his head with a bang, causing him to fall off his horse without a sound.

"brother!"

Yelu Dehua roared, his eyes bloodshot as he slashed at Han Chang several times. The young general on the other side saw how fierce his attack was and did not want to die with him, so he just blocked his way.

Yelu Dehua stared at him, shouted "Go!", turned around and ran.

Han Chang still wanted to give chase, but his personal soldiers rushed over and tried to stop him. The brave young man killed several people in a row and then, seeing the figure trying to run away, he roared "Ah——" unwillingly.

Dong Ping and Hu Yanzhuo reined in their horses upon seeing this, intending to intercept and kill the Liao general. However, Yelu Derong's personal guards rushed towards them like crazy, and many of them jumped off their horses, trying to knock the two of them off their horses together. This frightened the two of them and they broke out in cold sweats. They started knocking and hitting with their left and right hands, and countless figures fell to the ground.

Yelu Dehua turned his head and frowned. He saw that the battle line behind him was also disrupted. He didn't care about the death of his brother. He looked around and saw that the east and north were full of smoke and blazing flames. The south was the direction where the Qi soldiers had just rushed from. He gritted his teeth and pulled the reins: "Go west and charge out! Send the soldiers to follow!"

The few remaining twenty or so cavalrymen hurriedly followed, shouting to the panicked Liao soldiers: "Follow us if you dare!"

The sounds of fighting suddenly increased. Most of the soldiers on the inside were archers who could shoot bows. Upon hearing the words, they drew out the bone sticks they carried with them, roared hysterically, and ran after the commander on horseback.

Under the light of the fire, the military camp was already filled with chaotic figures. The voices he was waiting for could not be heard far in this boiling and noisy battlefield. There were only a few hundred people gathered here, and fortunately they were not injured. They fought hard to break out to the west, while shouting loudly to attract their comrades to rush out together. Even though some of them understood that those with two legs could not outrun those with four legs in the wilderness, they did not want to die on the spot, and it was pitch black outside. How could they survive?
The men who were able to break away from the battle group on both sides came closer, and the comrades who were responsible for resisting gradually disappeared from sight. Only the shouts and screams of fighting echoed in the ears, and the smell of burning, the smell of burnt hair, and the smell of rusty blood filled the nose. The wolf riders in front were also approaching in sight. "Liao general, don't run! Yang Zaixing is here!"

Yelu Dehua looked up and saw a young Qi army general wearing black armor lifting up one of his generals. He threw the corpse forward, knocking down several soldiers. He took advantage of the situation and rushed out, rushing towards him in a hurry.

"You really think that we, the Khitan, have no one?!"

Yelu Dehua saw that he was young and had no riders by his side. Although his strength was a little weakened after the fighting, how could he be afraid of someone who dared to charge alone, especially when there were hundreds of soldiers following him.

He immediately pulled the reins and rushed towards the rushing figure.

Seeing this, the Liao army in the rear also pressed over there, with hundreds of footsteps stomping on the ground. Many people's faces turned red, their eyes were wide open, their nostrils were flared, and they looked ferocious. Some of them raised their bows and arrows and shot an arrow without stopping.

whoosh-

A slender black shadow flew past three feet above his head. Yang Zaixing's expression remained unchanged. He clenched the tiger-head iron spear in his hand, looked at the other side approaching, and shouted: "Get off your horse, sir!"

The spear was used as a stick and fell from the air on the head.

Yelu Dehua was not prepared for his quick move and quickly raised his knife.

when--

There was a deafening roar, and the arm holding the knife went limp, sparks splashed on Yelu Dehua's brow. The Liao army commander's eyes suddenly widened, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and he watched as the hand over there retracted, and the spear stabbed forward the instant it was withdrawn.

"Uh……"

The bloody gun tip protruded from his body. Yelu Dehua held the gun tightly, opened his mouth, and looked at the figure in front of him in despair.

Yang Zaixing raised his hands nonchalantly and lifted the man off the horse, then threw him at the Liao guards who were rushing towards him from the side. With a bang, two figures were knocked off their horses by the corpses.

"Your commander is dead..."

The warhorse charged forward, with the bloodshot spear pointed at the knight holding the flag behind him.

"Why not..."

The spear hit the head of the guard who was rushing over, and it exploded like a watermelon.

"Descend early!"

The iron spear pierced the flag-bearer's throat, and with a flick, the man and the flag fell to the ground at the same time. There was another "Huh!" sound, and he crashed into the stunned soldiers behind him. The corpses were increasing, and a bloody path appeared behind Yang Zaixing.

……

East of the camp.

Thick smoke enveloped the camp that originally belonged to Yelu Derong, and the sound of crackling flames broke out in a corner of the camp.

The sound of horse hooves was heard in the camp filled with coughs. A soldier struggled to crawl over here and saw the horse's hooves stepping on his right hand. Before he could open his mouth, he saw dozens of figures running away in the thick smoke.

A look of disappointment appeared on his face. The smoke began to close. He coughed weakly twice. Another sound of horse hooves came from the left. He turned his head with difficulty and mustered all his strength: "Save..."

tread--

Horse hooves trampled through the smoke, bringing up some dirt on the ground, and then stepped on his back with a "crack", followed by more hooves, and the bloody smell was spreading.

Yelu Dezhong and Dexin looked back, their eyes were filled with tears from the smoke, but they did not dare to close their eyes.

Although they couldn't see the pursuers in the black smoke, they still felt like they were on edge. They looked around and listened attentively to the shouts of fighting coming from the front. Their faces suddenly changed color. They looked at the guards on both sides. After a moment of silence, Yelu Dexin suddenly spoke: "Dehua's camp is under attack. We can't leave if we continue like this. We must disperse!"

Yelu Dezhong nodded and shouted at the top of his voice: "That's right, you all find your own way. If you can get out alive, return to Dading Prefecture immediately and tell the remaining Qi army to attack and ask him to guard the city carefully and not to be ambushed."

The guards looked at each other, feeling unhappy but unable to express themselves, so they could only say yes.

The two brothers suddenly shouted: "Disperse!"

At that moment, the cavalry divided into several groups and ran in the camp. Yelu Dexin grabbed Yelu Dezhong and pulled his arm hard. Dexin's brother looked at him, and the two of them, along with three or five confidants, silently moved towards the place where the smoke came from.

"Thief!"

The people chasing them were Wang De and Yelu Ma Wu. They were unable to open their eyes due to the smoke, so they could only cover their eyes with their hands and look out through their fingers. Now, hearing the word "disperse", Yelu Ma Wu quickly turned to Wang De and said, "General Wang, the enemy has dispersed and run away."

"Damn it!"

Wang De's expression changed as well. He coughed twice and looked at Yelu Ma Wu and said, "You go one way, and I go the other way. Let's see if we can catch these two rats."

Yelu Ma Wu was willing, so he waved his spear and shouted, "Follow me!"

The horse tilted and ran towards the north, and then a violent coughing sound accompanied by the sound of the tent collapsing rang out in the dark night.

Wang De also pulled the reins and ran towards the periphery. In his heart, he felt that Yelu Ma Wu was a very good person. After all, he was not his subordinate, so he could also go to a place with less smoke.

Soon, the sound of fighting was heard and ended in a short time.

……

The bloody smell raged along the river bank, and in the blazing flames, the warships parked by the river stopped firing their catapults, and the eight-ox crossbows were put away under command. The sailors holding the crossbows just kept an eye on the shore, guarding against anyone trying to escape.

Ruan Xiaoqi stood at the bow and looked at the sky. He waved his hand and said, "Let's send the order to set sail. It's the right thing to do to rob the Liao people of their food and supplies." He then looked at the shore and said, "Leave this to the king and his men!"

The flag bearer following behind quickly turned around and raised the flag in his hand, and then the sailors on high ground raised their torches and waved them vigorously at the surrounding ships.

The archers began to retreat to the cabin, the sails were lowered by the naval soldiers, the stagnant foreign wheel slowly began to turn, the sound of breaking water was heard, and the Qi army's navy sailed into the darkness again.

(End of this chapter)