Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

whoosh-

A feather arrow flew through the air. Lu Zhishen lowered his head sharply. The arrow hit his helmet with a thud, shocking the flower monk so much that he could not help but retreat four or five steps. He stepped down to steady himself, shook his head, covered his helmet and raised his head: "Dirty bastard..." He raised the Zen stick in his hand, held it horizontally and ran over: "I want your dog life!"

Lu Zhishen's bloodstained face showed a ferocious look. He swung his arms and smashed the Liao army with a Zen staff. The sound of metal clashing was still ringing in his ears, and the sound of broken bones was heard soon after. A fast Liao army soldier flew into the air and fell down. The fanatical shouts all around suddenly became louder. The soldiers in black armor rushed forward madly, and the men with shields pushed the enemies in front of them back. Under the alternating cover of spears and crossbows, more than a dozen Liao cavalrymen fell off their horses.

"Damn, that's a lot of strength!"

The general behind him suddenly changed his expression, drew his bow and shot another arrow. Seeing Lu Zhishen knock the arrow away with his Zen stick, he felt it was difficult and hesitated whether he should attack or not.

The battle was chaotic, and the rhythm of the Qi and Liao armies' attack and defense kept changing. A general with a Khitan-lettered flag, wearing a water-milled helmet and tattered silver armor, and riding a white horse ran over with his cavalry. He looked at the general in front holding a hard bow and said, "Kou Zhenyuan, why are you stopping here?"

"Wuli Ke is calm and steady." Kou Zhenyuan turned around with bright eyes and said, "The Qi army generals ahead are very powerful. I can't get in right away."

"There is no enemy formation that we, the Northwest Recruiting Division, cannot conquer." Wu Likan raised the pure steel silver date spear in his hand and said, "Tell Qiong Yao Nayan to move closer to this side. Kill them, kill them!"

The desolate horn sounded, and Wulikan led his soldiers to charge forward bravely. The brave cavalry from the Northwest Road Recruiting Office of Shangjing Road immediately forced Lu Zhishen's soldiers to retreat step by step. The Flower Monk who was charging forward suddenly changed his face and said, "Ask for help! Raise the double rabbit flags, and fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

The resounding voice echoed in the battlefield. Lu Zhishen didn't dare to try to be a hero anymore. He swung his arm and broke the leg of an approaching warhorse. He shouted "Shoot!" as he retreated. The soldiers holding spears and iron spears stretched out their sharp spear tips from behind their broad shields, aiming them at the cavalry outside like hedgehogs.

There was a loud crash, and the cavalry and infantry were losing strength. Lu Zhishen gritted his teeth, snatched the iron spear from the soldier beside him, and stepped forward: "Hold on, reinforcements will be here soon!"

Troops and horses were intertwined on the battlefield. Bian Xiang, who was commanding from the rear, looked at the double rabbit flag erected in front of him and hurriedly mobilized his troops. The team holding the flag with words on it moved closer to Lu Zhishen. At the original battle formation, Thunderbolt Qin Ming led his troops to move over. The fiery attack disrupted the rhythm of the Liao army on the opposite side, and they immediately retracted their fangs. The Liao army carrying the flags with the words "Xiao" and "Taizhen" rushed forward and immediately fought with Qin Ming.

"The Liao army went crazy today."

At the rear command post, Mie Gong, who had just been replaced, was bandaging his wounds: "The guy surnamed Xiao and another pretty boy on the opposite side are said to be the son-in-law of the Liao Kingdom. The soldiers under their command are much more elite than the last time we met in Tokyo Road."

"The elite troops are not as good as ours." Bian Xiang frowned and looked at the battlefield: "These Liao people just have a large number of people. If I had another cavalry, I would definitely be able to tear their defense line apart."

Mie Gong pinched the wound hard a few times, put on his armor with the help of his personal guards, and stood up with his sword in hand: "Don't worry, General. I can still fight for another 300 rounds."

Bian Xiang couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "You have to fight until tomorrow morning for three hundred rounds." Then he pointed ahead and said: "Hurry up and eat and rest. I will replace Liu Yun in a while."

"Yes!"

……

"spit--"

Blood and saliva splashed onto the ground. Zhen Wuchen's fair face was covered with blood spots and dirt. He wiped his mouth and said, "General, this group of Qi troops is not easy to deal with. I have already lost nearly 20% of my troops. Even when I attacked Jingyuan City, I didn't lose so much."

Figures were fighting on the side, shouts and clashes of weapons were heard, and five hundred cavalrymen were holding the "Zhao" flag and running wildly across the blood-soaked mud. Pharmacist Guo turned his head when he heard his voice and said, "If Qi was not so good at fighting, how could the general be so frightened? Don't complain, hurry up and kill, Liu Shunren is in trouble."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Wuchen raised his head and looked at the figures fighting over there. He couldn't help but frowned: "Dong Ziqi, these generals of the Qi bandits are not well-known, but they are so good at fighting that they can actually suppress us."

He picked up his rifle and mounted his horse, saying, "I'm going to help Lao Liu."

Pharmacist Guo nodded: "Go ahead without worry, I'll watch from behind."

The rumbling sound of war drums sounded from behind. Pharmacist Guo turned his head and saw Xiao Gan's flag fluttering in the wind behind him. However, this time he felt a little more uneasy. Since the establishment of the Resentful Army, it has experienced many wars, but it has never experienced a situation like today where there was no progress after fighting for half a day.

"We have the advantage in numbers..."

Muttering something, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Pharmacist Guo raised his hand and looked at the fluttering willow flag: "Pass the order, the two battalions on the left side press forward to assist Zhang Linghui's troops in the attack."

The cavalry were galloping, the flag bearers were waving the small flags in their hands, and the sound of footsteps hitting the ground could be heard.

……

"The soldiers under Xiao Gan's command are truly amazing. He deserves to be the Grand Master of the Four Armies."

On the mound, Mi Xian was also looking at the troops ahead. Although he did not look relaxed, he was quite capable. He looked at the sky, and his hand holding the reins suddenly tightened. He looked at the large banner with the word "Xiao" in the distance that seemed to be showing off its might: "Order, Han Shizhong, advance from the left wing and look for an opportunity to charge into Xiao Gan's army."

The soldiers carrying the military orders galloped out. Soon after the sound of horse hooves faded away, the flag representing Han Shizhong began to move. Leading the way was still the general flag with the word "Xu" written on it.

"Beat the drums, cheer—"

dong dong dong-

The exciting war drums sounded, and the fighting figures on the battlefield suddenly became excited. The arms swinging the swords had a little more strength. The warhorse under Xu Wen's crotch churned up the mud, and he led his 500 cavalrymen and rushed into the tangled battlefield.

The resentful army that came to fight did not panic when seeing the cavalry charging towards them. They were all veterans who had fought in hundreds of battles. They raised their swords and guns and charged back with a ferocious shout. Then their weapons, leather armor, and entire bodies flew backwards in the light of Xu Wen's sword, and were cut in two in the air. The dark red blood and still wriggling internal organs splashed all over the faces of their comrades around them.

These were elite soldiers who had fought on the battlefield. They were not panicked even though their faces were covered in blood and flesh. Instead, they charged straight towards Xu Wen with greater excitement. War horses were approaching rapidly in front of them. Xu Wen, wearing iron armor, rode past the stabbing spears. The sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and he swung it diagonally upwards from under the forest of spears.

Streams of scarlet blood spurted out from the body, and the weapons in the hands broke and flew into the air.

"I am General Xu Wen. The Liao army shall die!" (End of this chapter)