Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Avoid! Avoid! Fire arrows——"

Zhier Fulang roared loudly and pulled the reins of his warhorse to run to the side. The moment the fire fell, the burning flames quickly ignited the cloth. The flames spreading in all directions quickly ignited the military tents here. Some tents on the periphery suddenly caught fire with a bang. A fire path was burned under the tent and began to burn along the tunnel dug in advance, like drawing a circle of fire in the camp.

The ignited fire arrows continued to fly into the sky as Hua Rong gave the command of "shoot", leaving an orange-red trail as they fell deeper into the military camp, then started a bigger flame. The horses in the camp were neighing, and the fire illuminated half the sky red.

At the central army tent, Lu Bu stood outside holding a wine glass, looking at the fire on the right, and sighed: "I have been setting fire to people recently. Not long ago, I burned Zhongjing Road, and this time I burned Shangjing again."

Wang Zheng smiled from the side and said, "In my opinion, these two fires are different. Your Majesty's fire today is ten times stronger than yesterday's."

"...You've gone a bit too far." Lu Bu shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the fire, wondering what he was thinking.

Looking at the people beside him, Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty, aren't you worried that these Liao troops will break through and escape?"

"What am I worried about?" Lu Bu came back to his senses, drank the wine in the wine cup in one gulp, pointed to the place where the flames shot up to the sky and said, "There are so many soldiers outside. If they can let this group of Liao soldiers escape..." He shrugged and said, "Then they are lucky. I will let them go."

……

"Turn, turn! Run backwards, quickly!"

The flames were spreading at a speed that the Liao army could not imagine. Li Ji shouted loudly in the firelight, his face full of anxiety.

The sound of "dangdangdang" golden gongs and "dongdongdong" war drums continued to ring out in the military camp. He was too lazy to wonder why this was happening. It was just a matter of hanging the sheep on the drum, so he should find a way to save his life.

The knights around were running around in panic, and the nearly four thousand cavalrymen were in chaos. This camp could accommodate five thousand people, but now with the flames, it suddenly seemed a little narrow. Some went left, some went right, and some looked at the wall of fire and thought they could rush out. They howled and galloped forward, but their horses stopped and threw them into the fire, turning them into fire men, running and rolling on the ground with flames all over their bodies.

"Damn..."

Li Ji's face turned pale. There were not many soldiers around him. He knew from any angle that there must be Qi bandits surrounding him outside. Was he going to die here this time?
"General, General!"

Shouts were heard from behind, and Zhierfulang ran back in a panic. The tail of his horse was a little burnt, and the smell of burnt fur filled his nose. Behind him, no more than three or five hundred knights gradually gathered.

"You came just in time."

Li Ji was overjoyed to see him and said quickly, "You and I should work together to get out of here."

"I will lead the way for the general!" Zhierfulang did not hesitate, he pulled the reins and rushed forward, shouting: "I am the right guard general Zhierfulang, if you want to live, follow me--"

The guards around him shouted together, and some cavalrymen calmed down after listening. They quickly spurred their horses and rushed forward, shouting "Ahhhh" meaninglessly.

In sight, the infantry outside the camp were fighting with the Qi army.

"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!"

Outside the gate of the village, the Qi army appeared like ghosts behind the Liao army's infantry when the fire started. The officers roared hoarsely, and arrows were shot from the darkness by archers, turning into a dense rain of arrows that fell down.

"Shield up!"

The voice of the order issued by the Right Guard was a little sharp and distorted. The soldiers raised their leather shields to protect their comrades. In an instant, a rain of arrows fell. The iron arrows hit the shields with a rotating force. There was a continuous crackling sound. Dense arrows were stuck on the ground and shields. Some people lay on the ground groaning, covering their wounds, and blood kept flowing through their fingers.

After the rain of arrows, torches suddenly lit up all around. Soldiers in black armor slowly advanced from the darkness, with the shields in the front row held in front of their chests. With every step they took, their swords struck against the shields, and the banging sounds seemed noisy and annoying in the night.

The right-wing infantrymen on this side also put down their shields and held them in front of them. Spears were pressed down, forming a forest of guns between people. Many soldiers had not recovered from the shock of being ambushed. Now, with the enemy approaching in front and fireworks shooting into the sky behind, they opened their mouths wide and gasped. Bloodshot gradually climbed up their eyes, reflecting the approaching black-armored soldiers. Under the light of the fire, they became clearer and clearer in their field of vision.

The black wave swept in faster and faster.

Several generals were galloping on war horses. The two armies were less than ten feet apart. The figures on the horses raised their weapons and said, "General Xu Wen (Zhao Li) (Liu Yun) (Ma Xu) are here. Why don't the Liao dogs surrender sooner!"

boom!
The charging army was like a huge wave. Four figures, protected by soldiers, crashed into the forest of guns. The "forest" unexpectedly relaxed. The four generals had no time to think about it. They swung their weapons, and blood from their limbs spurted into the air. Then black figures began to infiltrate the brown position.

Shields were knocked aside, and people's bodies were cut by the sword. The fallen corpses overlapped each other, and the flesh and bones made unexpected sounds in an instant.

Blood pooled on the ground.

……

The central army tent.

“…A fight broke out.”

Wang Zheng stroked his beard and listened attentively. He felt it was too tiring to stand, so he simply sat down on the wooden steps in front of the military tent, stretched out his legs and relaxed. He raised his head slightly and looked at Lu Bu: "I think the outcome will be decided soon."

Lu Bu stretched out his arm and handed the wine cup to Yu Cheng. He ignored his guards and went to refill the wine. He looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "Let's see when their cavalry surrenders."

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your Majesty, do you mean that the Liao cavalry hasn't come out yet?"

“Not very loud.”

As he was talking, Yu Cheng came over with a wine cup. Lu Bu took it and took a sip. He narrowed his eyes and said, "This kind of momentum... must be the infantry fighting. But I think the Liao cavalry has already started to turn around and should be about to engage in battle."

The night wind blew, and the burning smell disappeared for a few breaths, then filled the air again.

……

Frightened birds flew up from both sides, making panicked calls in the night.

The deafening sound suppressed the sound of the flapping wings. In the military camp, the sound of horse hooves rang out frequently. In the field of vision, the fighting figures were entangled together. From time to time, people's limbs flew into the air. The four generals' flags each led three hundred people, stirring up the formation of two thousand people. From time to time, the Liao army's battle flags were chopped down, and the running figures gradually intertwined and mixed, with you in me and me in you.

a mess.

It was originally thought that the infantry outside could slightly hold off the ambush of the Qi army, but they fell into a disadvantage in a short period of time, successfully turning the originally arranged battle formation into a chaotic mess. For a moment, Zhier Fulang did not know whether it would be better to rush directly into the melee in front or break out from the side.

Woo, woo—

The horn made sounds of varying lengths, and Zhier Fulang immediately cheered up and raised the moon axe in his hand to the side: "Charge to the right, quickly--"

The knights on horseback howled and rode out from the right side of the battle between the two armies. Li Ji in the back did not stop either, and rushed out of the camp gate with his men. Looking at the infantrymen fighting, he changed his mind and shouted, "Don't get entangled, break out to the right--"

Many soldiers were panicking, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. They seemed to find their backbone after hearing the roar. They abandoned the chaotic battle formation and followed the cavalry that rushed out of the camp. The four generals who led the troops to charge and fight looked up at him, then sneered and continued to charge forward. In the darkness, the soldiers holding torches turned and ran to the back. Between the rows of archers holding bows and crossbows, there were infantrymen holding large shields running out. The three-sided, thick and long armor-piercing cones stretched out from between the shields. A soldier holding a long-handled bone flower stepped forward.

Under the Korean flag, the order of "shoot" was particularly loud in the dark night.

Arrows rained down from the sky.

Zhier Fulang was riding his horse at full speed, his eyes suddenly widened when he saw this scene, and he roared "Ah--". He turned the axe in his hand over and used the axe blade to block left and right, and the sound of clinking rang in his ears. The warhorse under his crotch neighed from time to time, and occasionally screams came from the side. The general of the right guard gritted his teeth immediately. Those were all the warriors under his command. How could he not feel sad to see them die here?

"Charge forward, break through, break through——"

The general holding the axe was shouting. The surviving cavalry looked at the hedgehog-like infantry formation, roared "Kill", and rushed forward on horseback at a faster speed.

boom--

The warhorse crashed into the formation, and a blood mist rose up in the sky. The sharp armor-piercing spikes pierced the flesh of the warhorse effortlessly at this moment, and broke the armor on the knight's body, stringing together both the man and the horse. The knight luckily passed the armor-piercing spikes and the shield, and before he could wait to be hacked and killed, the round bone flower hit the horse's leg hard. With a "crack", the warhorse shortened a bit and threw the man to the ground. The melon-shaped hammer fell from the sky again, shattering his head.

Zhier Fulang roared continuously, and chopped off the sharp edge of the armor-piercing spike with his moon axe. As his warhorse rushed in, he used his backhand axe to sweep away the long-handled weapon that was stabbing at him, and rushed away the sword and shield warrior in front of him: "Break out and go home!"

The cavalry's roar was getting louder, the sounds of collisions were heard one after another, the forest of spears was shaking a little, arrows kept falling at the orders of the generals, and the number of corpses was increasing.

"You are quite courageous. It is worth getting up so early."

Han Shizhong was sitting upright on his horse in black iron armor, with a steel spear in his hand inserted diagonally into the ground. As far as he could see, the battle formation of Xiandeng Camp was still standing, with only a gap opened on Zhierfulang's side. Soldiers rushed forward one after another to block the attack, and the cavalry on that side had a particularly hard time advancing.

"Did you really think that the battle formation of the Sa family was so easy to break through?"

Han Shizhong glanced at the cavalrymen who were desperately rushing towards him from the rear. He had also been in the army for a long time, and judging from the sounds and the rising and falling figures, he estimated that there were about 1,500 of them. Armor-piercing spikes stood in rows to isolate the mad charge of the war horses, and occasionally those who managed to break through were hammered to death on the spot by the soldiers holding long-handled bone spears.

In a moment, Li Ji in the rear led the cavalry into the battle formation one after another, charging left and right with a long spear, specifically looking for weak points in the battle formation to fight and send more soldiers in from the back.

Zhier Fulang suddenly felt the pressure relieved, and hurriedly moved towards Li Ji, trying to break out of the Xiandeng camp battle formation together with him.

"There are still some capable people among the Liao people."

Han Shizhong said this in silence, then he pulled up the steel spear from the ground, shook it in his hand, and said to the soldiers beside him, "Follow me and capture those two fools."

The personal soldiers were encouraged. They had fought with Han Shizhong for a long time and knew their commander's abilities. He said he would capture someone and would never kill him.

Han Shizhong curled his lips and urged his horse to gallop out of the range of the general's flag. More than 20 personal soldiers followed him and ran wildly, bypassing the archers who were pouring arrows and charging directly into the chaotic battle group among the infantry.

The steel spear gleamed coldly, piercing the cavalryman's chest and sending him flying into the air. He gripped the spear tightly and shouted in a loud and majestic voice: "Han Shizhong, the Northern Lieutenant General of the Great Qi, is here!"

The personal soldiers in the rear roared in unison, their faces ferocious and bloodthirsty, and they rushed into the battle formation and fought without regard for their lives, blocking the opponent's weapons, and chopped the man to the ground with a few close blows. They were all trained by Han Shizhong, and their fighting skills were impeccable.

Li Ji and Zhier Fulang heard the shouting and immediately turned their heads to look. In their sight, soldiers were knocked off their horses by a black-armored Qi general. The two looked at each other, and Li Ji spurred his horse and said, "Capture him!"

Zhier Fulang nodded, swung the Moon Axe, and directly split the chest of a sword and shield fighter. He turned the reins and followed Li Ji to rush towards Han Shizhong.

"Well done!"

Han Shizhong held a steel spear and smashed the Liao soldiers who were blocking his way. The moment Li Ji's horse approached, he stretched out the spear in his hand, and Han Shizhong moved a body position on the horse, and smashed the even longer spear towards the opposite side.

Li Ji didn't expect the opponent to be so fast. He raised the gun with both hands and pushed it upwards. The steel spear made a bang and then bounced up at a faster speed. The steel spear stabbed at Zhierfulang who was rushing from behind at a faster speed. The Liao general behind him didn't expect him to change his tactics so quickly and hurriedly raised his axe.

when--

The long spear hit the big axe, shocking the Liao general on the opposite side so much that he staggered on his horse. The steel spear turned and stabbed continuously, killing Zhier Fulang so much that he was sweating all over and could only resist in a desperate manner.

The sounds of fighting and shouting could be heard all around, and soldiers holding bone spears and armor-piercing spikes kept coming to charge. The Liao cavalry who were protecting the commander quickly rushed forward to stop them, and immediately there was another burst of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Li Ji was about to take advantage of the moment when the Qi general on the opposite side attacked Zhier Fulang to stab him hard, but as soon as he raised his hand, the spear from the opposite side swept over. He quickly raised his spear to block it, but then he saw the steel spear retract with a whoosh and stabbed him distractedly.

This guy's target is me!
The long spear was blocking, and Li Ji shouted from time to time. He fired three shots in a row to open the steel spear. His arms were numb from the shock. He was concentrating on waiting for the arrival of the next spear, when he saw Han Shizhong on his horse cross his hands and charge at Zhierfulang who was approaching. There were a few more clinking sounds, and a spear hit the shoulder of the Liao general, almost knocking him off his horse.

Just as Li Ji was about to step forward, the spear blade appeared in front of him again.

bang——

The powerful blow made Li Ji's arms bend. Zhier Fulang ignored the pain and raised the moon axe: "The Qi thief will die!"

The axe blade whistled down, and just as a hint of joy appeared in Li Ji's eyes, he felt his hand lighten, and the arm holding the spear suddenly lifted up.

In sight, Han Shizhong let go of the steel spear, dodged the moon axe, and approached on horseback. He stretched out his arm, picked up Zhier Fulang from the horse, and raised him high above his head.

Li Ji's face changed, and he rode forward to rescue, when he saw the figure in front of him waving his arms, and Fu Lang's burly body rushed towards him.

it's over...

Immediately, the General of the Right Guard felt a chill in his heart, and the figure that blocked his vision fell down, and a spinning scabbard appeared in his eyes.

bang——

……

The faint sounds of fighting were decreasing.

The night wind blew the cloth on all sides of the central army tent, making slight sounds as it swayed slightly.

Lu Bu looked up at the flag illuminated by the moonlight in the dark night, turned around and walked towards the big tent: "The battle should be over, let's go back to the tent and wait for the generals to come."

Wang Zheng nodded, propped himself up with his hands, patted his butt, turned his head to look at the burning camp, and sighed, "What a pity for all this wood."

Then he turned around and walked into the big tent with three steps. (End of this chapter)