Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The formation was breaking through, and a large number of cavalry followed Xu Wen and rushed forward. The soldiers of the resentful army were knocked away by the rows of parallel spears. Someone's spear hit several shields and broke with a snap. He immediately threw away the wooden pole in his hand and drew out the sword to chop down.

"Keep going, don't stop!"

Xu Wen glanced ahead and saw that the general had already dropped his flag and disappeared. He cursed him as a coward, raised his sword, and chopped the charging Yu Hou of the resentful army in half, shoulder and body. He fell off his horse, and the bloody horse hoof passed over the corpse. Xu Wen looked at Guo Yaoshi, who was flying the Khitan flag over there, with his eyes shining: "The enemy is before us, kill--"

In the back, Shan Shiqi, who was fighting on the front line, was overjoyed when he saw the cavalry rushing past, and shouted, "Counterattack! Quick--"

He led the charge forward, clapping his horse and waving his stick. The iron stick he swung was very heavy, and it immediately knocked the sword and shield fighter, who was distracted by the cavalry's charge, away with his shield and body. The morale of the soldiers behind him was boosted, and they roared and stepped forward quickly. The already chaotic infantry of the Resentful Army was immediately forced to retreat. Shan Shiqi pushed the front line forward for a full fifteen feet before being held back by the reinforcements of the Resentful Army.

"Raise the flag, raise the flag! Counterattack!"

Zhang Linghui, who had just stabilized, was still covered in dust and had a flushed face. He had just been in the battle formation when Xu Wen charged at him, and he did not dare to confront him. Now he had just managed to gain a foothold with the support of the reinforcements. He raised his iron spear and pointed forward: "Push the front line back--"

Rush towards Shan Shiqi first.

Captain Hengye of the Qi army was naturally a little contemptuous of him because he saw that he had avoided the battle before. He spurred his horse to meet him and hit him on the head with the stick in his hand.

The wind from the stick was whistling, and Zhang Linghui, who was riding a horse, swept his iron spear across. In the sight of the soldiers on both sides, sparks flew in the air, and the sound of metal clashing was loud.

Shan Shiqi only felt his arm sinking. The strength of the general opposite him was beyond his expectation, and his arm suddenly felt numb.

"Ahhhh-"

The spear was whistling, and Zhang Linghui rode his horse to launch an astonishing attack in front of Shan Shiqi. The two horses were turning around, and the iron spear in his hand was blocking every time. Then he turned his hands and stabbed back with the spear. After all, Shan Shiqi began to suffer the consequences of underestimating his enemy. His body tilted to the side, and the tip of the spear stabbed into the air. At the same time, he shook his hands to the opposite side, and hit the thick iron armor with a bang.

Shan Shiqi's face suddenly changed, his chest ached, the blood color on his face instantly faded, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and he quickly pulled his mount away.

Zhang Linghui, wearing shiny silver armor, pulled the reins, turned around, held the iron spear in his hand by his side, raised his head slightly and looked down at him, and his loud voice rang out in this bloody battlefield:

"Qi thieves! Now you know how strong the enemy army is!"

……

The rear of the Qi army.

"This resentful army is originally composed of people from Liaodong, why are you so anxious to fight each other..." Mi Xian sighed, his hand holding the reins turned pale and then turned red again: "It's just that we don't have time to slowly intrigue with these people now. Brother Xisheng and Brother Bianxiang are still having a hard time even though they have the trap camp. We should quickly defeat this Liao army."

After saying this quietly, Mi Xian turned his head and looked at the messenger: "Pass my order, our cavalry will move forward, let Yao Gang and others quickly put on their armor and break through the defense line of the Fourth Army's Grand Master."

The horses' hooves were churning, and the soldiers who received the order turned around and galloped away.

……

Ahead, figures were shouting and running. Han Shizhong was riding on a horse, holding a steel spear, and galloping. The general's flag on the opposite side was raised again, which pointed him in the direction. He waved the spear in his hand and said, "I will charge first, you wait and form a battle array!"

The maroon warhorse suddenly stretched out its four hooves at the urging, and ran past the figure with a bow and arrow at lightning speed.

The battle-hardened soldiers under his command at the rear shouted, stepped forward in a neat array and charged forward.

……

Shan Shiqi was gasping for breath in a rather embarrassed manner, and he was barely able to block the attacks left and right with the iron stick in his hand. Although the martial arts of the opposing resentful army general were better than his, he used all kinds of dirty tricks. At this moment, he felt the pain in his ribs getting worse. If it weren't for the personal soldiers around him who rushed to kill his guards at the risk of their lives, he would probably have several more holes in his body.

His vision suddenly blurred, and Shan Shiqi was startled. The personal guard in front of him had locked the iron spear with both hands, but Zhang Linghui still bravely picked it up and threw it at another personal guard. Both of them fell off their horses with screams.

"Captain, go! Go!"

Amid the roar, the personal guards who rushed forward one after another swung their swords desperately, and the fierce sound of "ping-pong" like hammering iron exploded in their ears. Zhang Linghui rode on his warhorse and swung the iron spear non-stop. Some of the people who pressed on him were shot and fell to the ground. Shan Shiqi bit his steel teeth until they bled, and turned his horse to flee, but he heard Zhang Linghui shouting from the opposite side, "Stay with me!", and the iron spear seemed to explode.

The warhorse was retreating. Shan Shiqi turned around and covered his ribs. He saw four or five bodyguards being knocked off their horses. The generals of the resentful army in the rear rode their horses and shot their way through the encirclement.

The iron spear shrank back.

……

The chestnut horse's legs galloped across the mud, causing the dust under its iron hooves to fly up. The steel spear in its hand reflected the skylight and flashed a cold light.

Here, the warhorse caught up with Shan Shiqi, and the iron spear suddenly stabbed at the figure on the horse. Zhang Linghui suddenly felt a flash of light in the corner of his eyes, and his scalp suddenly went numb. He crossed his hands, twisted his waist, and swept the iron spear horizontally towards the light. Almost at the moment he turned around, he saw a maroon warhorse in his peripheral vision and a frivolous face came into his eyes.

The steel spear thrust out, and a flash of cold light appeared first, like a straight line passing before the eyes.

"Die, Liao dog!"

puff--

The tip of the spear pierced into the iron armor, and the bright silver surface dented inward for a moment. I seemed to hear a slight metallic scraping sound in my ears, and then the cold iron texture of the spear head was transmitted to my body. A bulge appeared on the armor behind me. The moment the roar of "Ah——" was transmitted to my mind, the steel spear penetrated the armor and the whole person flew up from the horse's back like riding a cloud. With a gasp of "ho ho...", I stared at the general in front of me with a bit of rogue look. The scenery was changing rapidly again. The pain of my body hitting the ground came over me, and my strength was relieved...

The vision went into darkness.

In the eyes of Shan Shiqi who was standing behind, everything that happened in that instant happened too quickly. One of his arms was weak due to a rib injury and he could only watch Zhang Linghui's iron spear about to pierce his back. Han Shizhong, who was rushing from the side, lifted the man up with one spear. With blood splattering, he ran for a distance while hanging on the spear and threw the man off. Then he continued to charge towards the front line without stopping.

In the sight, Han Shizhong killed Zhang Linghui's personal guard who wanted to die with him with one spear. Then he kicked the horse's belly, and both the man and the horse rushed past the brown figures like sparks falling into the crowd. The steel spear flashed from time to time in the sky, and then a cloud of blood scattered into the air.

"Go to the camp first and charge into the battle formation—"

This was the voice Han Shizhong shouted again. Hundreds of figures roared "Kill!" and ran past Shan Shiqi. The man holding the iron rod reined in his horse, smiled at the running figure, and suddenly his eyes rolled up and he fell off the horse.

"General!"

"Colonel Captain!"

Exclamations rang out all around, and soldiers ran over. In the back, Mi Xian looked at Han Shizhong's back and breathed a sigh of relief, clapping his hands and saying, "Good job! Is Yao Gang ready?"

A cavalry officer looked back and said, "General, the armored cavalry are ready."

Mi Xian suddenly perked up, a smile flashing across his dark face: "Let the cavalry go up and break through the enemy formation."

Wuwuwu——

A horn sounded on one side of the battlefield.

……

It's past noon.

The gentle breeze blows across the sky, but it cannot blow away the haze that shrouds people's hearts.

On the middle battlefield, Yelu Dezhong looked solemnly at the battlefield in front of him. The flag of Li Ji, the right guard, had been blocked in front of the Qi army for an hour. The soldiers under his command had been replaced twice, but they could not break through the two blood-red flags.

"Xi Sheng..."

Yelu De slammed the wooden fence, lowered his head and asked his left and right: "How are the left and right wings? Have you repelled the Qi bandits?"

A soldier hurriedly got on the observation car and handed over the latest military intelligence. The Khitan royal family snatched the general report away, his originally upright body trembled slightly, and his usually well-maintained face twisted: "Three armies... one of them has to be able to achieve success! Huh?!"

boom--

Punching his fist on the railing, Yelu Dezhong bent over with red eyes and shouted downward: "Send a message to Li Ji! Tell him to rush over at all costs and defeat the Qi bandits! Send a message to Yelu Zongyun, Zongdian, Zonglei, and Zonglin to lead their troops to attack!"

"Send a message to Yelu Yuyang again! Let him show his ability to defeat Bian Xiang! I assigned both the Northwest Recruiting Division and the Ugundile Military Command to him, not for him to show off! If he doesn't want to fight me, put him in jail!"

"Send a message to Xiao Gan! Send the Xi people to the front immediately. What can we expect from those resentful soldiers? They are all thieves from Liaodong. Do we expect them to defeat the enemy?!"

"What are you standing there for?! Go now!!"

The cavalrymen below looked panic-stricken. After hearing the order, they rode away in a hurry. Someone ran to the war drum at the back and shouted loudly. The fat drummer covered in sweat stepped forward and beat the war drum again with all his strength. The drum head trembled and sweat dripped.

dong dong dong-

Yelu Dezhong straightened up and looked anxiously at the front line. Under the blood-red flag, there were many general flags mixed together, and there were large flags alternating back and forth. It was obvious that the Qi army was also taking turns to rest.

The flag of the Right Guard took the opportunity to charge forward, but was still blocked in front of the blood-red flag. He saw his four sons' generals charging forward with their flags in the smoke and dust rising. The sounds of fighting and shouting on the battlefield were very deafening.

"No..."

Mumbling, Yelu Dezhong could not help but put his knuckles into his mouth and bit them hard, leaving tooth marks on both sides of his fingers. He took them out and tapped the wooden fence lightly: "That villain Lu Bu has not returned yet. If we can't defeat the Qi thieves this time, we will be in big trouble..."

His footsteps moved back and forth in the small space of the observation carriage: "What happened in Shangjing? Where are the reinforcements? Could it be that they were held up by Du Fu's troops?"

He panted and looked up at the shifting sunlight in the sky: "These are troubled times..."

The sound of fighting filled his ears. In the huge smoke and dust, Li Ji rode a warhorse, holding a spear, and looked majestic in his red gold armor. He heard the deafening sound of war drums in the back. A messenger came over and shouted the military order beside him. The right guard general gritted his teeth and said, "I know. I will tell the commander-in-chief. I will definitely go all out!"

Then he looked at the generals holding double hammers in front of him, who were fighting on the front line, and pointed his gun: "Order the left and right wings to come forward and tell Yelu Gaoshannu that the battle situation is urgent and you must break through this place for me."

The sound of attack horns echoed in the sky. The flags of Yelu Zongyun and his four brothers appeared at the rear of the battlefield. With the sound of rumbling footsteps, the infantry and cavalry moved towards this side.

The sight followed the flying smoke and dust rising into the sky. On the battlefield that stretched for dozens of miles from north to south, the armies of the two countries were fighting bravely. In the north, the flag representing the Northwest Route Recruiting Office was flying in the air. A fierce general named Qiong Yao Nayan was leading the charge, but ultimately failed to break through the joint line formed by Lu Zhishen and Wen Zhongrong.

The blood-soaked figure was retreating, and the wild beast flag representing the Ugundile Military Command was moving forward, preparing for a second attack.

In the middle, Di Lei bravely swung his hammer on the front line and repelled several attacks of the Liao army in succession. The moment the four Yelu flags came into view, the flags of Lin and Tang under the bloody general were unfurled again. Fierce soldiers wearing infantry armor kept replacing their tired comrades, and the wall made of steel once again blocked the conflicting cavalry.

At the southernmost end, Mi Xian leaned his axe on the ground and stared intently at the cavalry trotting forward. An armored knight took out a bow and arrow and put a flare on it.

"Stop the Qi army!"

Pharmacist Guo, who was in the rear, saw the flags in front fall, and his face changed immediately. He thought about it for a moment and picked up his iron spear: "All troops, press forward, and make sure to stop those people named Xu and Han!"

Then he grabbed the soldier beside him and said, "Go to ask for help from Grand Tutor Xiao in the rear, go quickly!"

Three thousand soldiers of the Resentful Army surged forward, and a cavalry unit led by a general of the Resentful Army rushed towards Xu Wen.

Xu Wen and Han Shizhong were overjoyed when they saw this. They pointed their swords and spears forward and led their troops forward one after the other.

boom--

The sound of a collision exploded when the two armies came into contact. Amid the screams of Pharmacist Guo, several generals of the resentful army led hundreds of people holding large shields as high as a person, stepping on the corpses of their comrades and moving forward. Shields were held up in their hands, covering the figures behind them layer by layer. Between the gaps in the shields, spears and iron spears over a meter long poked out, and they rushed back towards the vanguard camp like porcupines with thorns. Waves of arrows were shot from the hands of the soldiers on both sides, crackling and nailing on the shields of both sides. Occasionally, someone was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground, and the rear would immediately rush out to make up for it.

The sound of trumpets was heard from behind, and whistling arrows were shot into the sky.

Han Shizhong, who was in the middle of the fight, suddenly looked grimly, looked at the front line of the fight with some reluctance, and suddenly raised his steel spear and shouted: "Retreat, retreat slowly, and spread out to the left and right."

Pharmacist Guo was overjoyed as he watched the Qi army begin to retreat from the rear. He raised his spear high and said, "The enemy has been defeated. Fight bravely. The outcome of this battle will depend on this moment..."

The figure holding the iron spear was speechless.

In front of the sight, the Qi army moved away to reveal the cavalry in the rear. The cavalrymen under Mi Xian's command were running towards them in dense groups. These cavalrymen wearing leather armor were not actually fighting for the charge. After running for a distance, they suddenly split to the left and right and circled forward, revealing a dark figure in the middle with a shining metallic light.

"Armored Cavalry! Run!" (End of this chapter)