Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"The great river flows eastward, the waves wash away all the heroes of the past. To the west of the old fortress..."

The moonlight was cold and clear, with figures standing tall in the courtyard. Guards in armor and swords stood around, protecting five figures. An older man was holding a jar of wine and standing in an open space, looking at the bright moon in the sky. Four young bald figures were sitting around an eight-immortal table in the back, whispering.

Yelu Zonglin touched his chin and said with a determined look: "Dad is going to get drunk again!"

"How do you know? Dad can drink a lot, how can he get drunk so easily?" Yelu Zongdian glanced at his brother: "Besides, he has to go to war tomorrow, how can he get drunk today?"

"Every time he gets drunk, he loves to imitate the Southern Song poets in reciting poems, here——"

Yelu Zonglin pointed at his father who was drinking wine and said, "I heard that people in the Song Dynasty wrote poems while drinking. My father can't write poems, so he can only recite them."

"...Zhou Lang's Red Cliff. Rocks pierce the sky...tons, tons, tons—"

"Silang is right." Yelu Zongyun also sighed and raised his hand to drink a glass of wine: "I still forget the words after reciting them."

Yelu Zonglin also took a sip of wine and continued: "If you forget the words, drink."

The wine leaked out from the corner of Yelu Dezhong's mouth and spilled all over the floor. Yelu Zongdian and Zonglei couldn't help but curl up their lips when they saw this, and quickly reached out to cover their mouths.

The brother who was the boss at the side continued: "I still can't remember even though I was drunk."

"Tons, tons, tons——"

Yelu Zonglin narrowed his eyes and said, "If you can't remember, just keep drinking."

"Tons, tons, tons——"

"Throw away the wine when you finish drinking it..."

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A brown object flew over, and Yelu Zongyun quickly reached out to catch it, uttering the last word: "...Altar!?"

"Four rebellious sons, can't I hear you as your father?"

Yelu Dezhong came over with a gloomy face. Yelu Zongyun quickly put the wine jar on the table and smiled ingratiatingly: "Dad, the children saw that you were worried about the military situation all day and were in a bad mood, so they made you laugh a little."

"That's not funny! You just do stupid things."

The father said this, but his expression relaxed. He could sense that his child was worried about him, so his expression also relaxed.

Yelu Zonglin looked to the left, then to the right, and blinked, "No, big brother, didn't you say before that Dad couldn't even write poetry, and only knew how to pretend to be cultured and to keep up appearances?"

Yelu Zongyun glared and slapped him on the head: "If you can't speak, shut up." He turned to look at his father who looked upset: "Dad, you know that Silang is just a mouth, he can only make up nonsense, not telling the truth at all."

“Who said that? It was obviously you who said that every day!” Yelu Zonglin covered his head and yelled, “Second brother and third brother also said that you are a bad drinker… Mmm…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Zong Dian and Zong Lei, who were standing beside him, saw that the situation was not good and covered their brother's mouth with their hands. They locked one of his arms and shouted, "Shut up, Silang." Then they all smiled ingratiatingly, "Dad, don't listen to Silang's nonsense. This guy has no control over his mouth and is just talking nonsense."

Yelu Dezhong looked at his four sons coldly, and after a while he snorted, "Alright, let Silang go." He went to sit aside, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, "Sooner or later I will be pissed off by you four."

"How could that be possible? Dad will definitely live a hundred years." Yelu Zongyun spoke quickly, and then glanced at his brothers and winked: "Yeah?"

Yelu Zongdian, who covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed someone with the other, nodded: "That's right, big brother is right."

Yelu Zonglei did the same thing but in reverse: "I think so too."

Yelu Zonglin could only twist his body: "Mmmmm..."

"That's enough." Yelu Dezhong was annoyed and didn't bother to argue with them. "Tomorrow we will go out to fight the Qi army. You must be cautious. Don't rush into a fight to the death with the Qi army like before. I will tell you the truth..." He frowned and said, "I don't know why I feel uneasy. The Qi bandits are now sending troops to Shangjing Road from the north and south. This means they knew we were going to send troops here. What about Zhongjing? Are they facing the same dilemma? If so, we are in big trouble this time."

He took a breath and said, "It is because of my father that I sent an urgent mission of eight hundred miles to the rear to ask for help. I only hope that His Majesty will send troops quickly after knowing this, so that there is still hope that the road to Shangjing can be defended."

The three brothers of Yelu Zongyun had complicated expressions when they heard this. They nodded for a long while and said softly, "Dad, we understand."

"Pfft-"

The sound of heavy breathing could be heard. Yelu Zonglin took advantage of the two brothers' laxity and broke free of his locked arms. He then reached out and pulled down the hands of his two brothers that were covering his mouth and nose: "Second brother, third brother, if you know, please take your hands away. I was almost suffocated by you two." The three brothers glared at him at the same time: "Pinch your dumb bird beak."

Yelu Zonglin immediately lowered his head in grievance, muttering to himself: "I am not a bird, how can I have a bird's beak? Besides, it is not comfortable to eat with a bird's beak."

Yelu Dezhong didn't know what to say. He looked at his fourth son and sighed, "Anyway...be careful on the battlefield and don't get carried away. Remember, your mother is still waiting for the five of us to return."

The four brothers Yelu Zongyun looked at each other and said softly, "...Yes."

The five of them were silent for a while. After a while, Yelu Zongdian said, "If we had killed Lu Bu at the beginning... there wouldn't be so many problems today."

The wind blew gently, blowing the five people's "wooden comb back" hair slightly. Yelu Dezhong held the wine glass and snorted for a while: "What's the use of talking about this? Let's think about how to ensure that the city is not lost this time."

Yelu Zonglei shook his head: "What else can we do? We can only fight to the death."

"That's what Saburo said."

"That's all it has to be."

The four of them just showed their approval when they heard Yelu Zonglin mutter, "What if something goes wrong in Changchun Prefecture?"

"..."

The four of them were all stunned. This time, no one scolded him. Yelu Dezhong smiled bitterly and said, "Then there is nothing I can do. I can only pray to the gods not to abandon us Khitans."

The next day, the army stationed in Longhuazhou set out and approached Fuzhou, forming a corner with the army of Huizhou to guard against the Qi army in the three states. The atmosphere of a big war was in the air. The young and strong civilians of the two armies went back and forth to transport food and supplies. Rows of trenches were dug in front of the two sides, and occasionally sporadic scout battles broke out not far from the two army camps.

On the second day of midsummer, a piece of military intelligence from Zhongjing Road made Yelu Dezhong smash the table in the military tent and ride a fast horse to Linhuang Prefecture.

It was on this day that the royal elder gave the order to attack. In the eyes of the Qi army scouts, the endless army gathered in the fields like a swarm of ants, and then walked towards their own positions. On the chariot, Yelu Dezhong grasped the wooden railing in front of him, his face solemn and majestic as he looked at the army coming from afar.

"God bless you!"

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In midsummer, on the day of Renshen, arrows of fire streaked across the sky.

The black smoke flew up to the sky like a dragon. The sound of war drums in the distance shook this nameless place at the junction of several states. The shouting crowd ran wildly through the rain of arrows and boulders, past the corpses and pools of blood on the ground, and stepped over the burning flames and broken limbs. The crazy fighting continued fiercely. The flags of the Qi army kept coming into view, and the territory of the battlefield was filled with densely packed black and brown figures.

In the early summer of last month, Xi Sheng, Bian Xiang and Mi Xian led their troops to capture cities respectively, intending to deter the Liao people and prevent them from easily going south to invade Liaoxi Prefecture. They waited until Lu Bu led the cavalry to turn around and defeat the Liao army in one fell swoop. However, the Liao people on the other side were crazy and attacked them regardless of the consequences. The three of them had no more than 34,000 troops and horses together, and they did not dare to let them defeat them one by one. After receiving the message from Xi Sheng, they gave up the captured cities and used Xi Sheng to attract the enemy's attention. The other two led their troops to attack from the side, launching a continuous attack.

On the Liao army side, Yelu Dezhong ordered not to inform the other armies of the defeat in Zhongjing Road. Nearly 80,000 troops under his command pressed forward with all their might. At the same time, he ordered Xiao Gan and Yelu Yuyang as generals on the left and right wings. Bian Xiang from Fuzhou on the left and Mi Xian from Shunzhou on the right were blocked. Relying on the advantage that far outnumbered the enemy, he blocked the two and prevented the three from joining together.

The sky was bright, flags of various colors were waving, and the dust was blowing across the fields. Densely packed crowds were stacked on the front line in a staggered manner. The flashes of swords and guns kept slashing down and stabbing, bringing up countless bloody and fleshy remains.

During the fight, Lu Zhishen was covered in blood. The fierce attack of the Liao army caused heavy casualties to his men. He personally went into the battle several times to rescue and kill teams of Liao soldiers. Arrows from all around cast shadows on his head, and swords, shields, spears and guns made loud bangs from the collision.

The next moment, someone on war horse led the army to rush up and broke through the line of Qi army in front. The war horse was forced to slow down and charged towards Lu Zhishen.

"Stop for me..."

Lu Zhishen raised his Zen staff to block the incoming sword. The armor on his body shook all at once. The fat white figure could not help but take two steps back. His chest felt stuffy. The soldiers beside him took the opportunity to kill him. They stabbed out with their guns while roaring. The riders on horseback could not block them and the warhorse under his crotch was shot dead.

There was an arrow stuck at Lu Zhishen's feet. He endured the discomfort and ran over. He beat the Liao general who was struggling to get up to death with his Zen stick, and roared: "If he is a man, kill him at my will!"

The guards and soldiers around him looked up to the sky with red eyes and shouted in response. They ran towards him in dense footsteps and followed the fat figure to the battlefield ahead.

In his field of vision, the battlefield was in great chaos. Generals on war horses and their brown soldiers approached his sight. The moment their footsteps hit the ground, Lu Zhishen roared "Heaaaaa——" and swung the Zen stick in his hand towards the generals who were coming to kill him. The soldiers behind him and on his left and right held shields and spears and charged into the oncoming Liao army.

A wave of blood suddenly exploded in the chaos, and the killing on the front line became more brutal.

"General Wu Naqi——" A figure in the back raised a bow with his left hand and put an arrow on his right hand: "Attack!" (End of this chapter)