Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

dong dong dong-

The drums of war were beating on both sides of the battlefield.

The blades and spear tips reflected the light from the sky. The continuously waving spears and swords shook the front line of the resentful army. As a soldier of the resentful army just ran over, Xu Wen threw a spear and nailed the man to the ground. He turned his head to avoid the stabbing spear and chopped the collarbone of the Liao soldier who was attacking by surprise. He pulled it out without success, so he simply reached out and grabbed the spear shaft and kicked the corpse away.

"Handy them to follow!" Xu Wen wiped the blood off his face, his expression showing a hint of fanaticism.

"Captain, save me..."

A short sound was heard, and Xu Wen waved his spear to deflect the incoming blade. He was suddenly startled and looked back. His own soldiers behind him were hit by the dancing swords and fell heavily in a pool of blood. There were less than ten figures standing.

Xu Wen's eyes widened, and he roared "Ah--". He turned his body, and the spear in his hand spun a few times at his waist. The infantrymen of the resentful army who had rushed forward immediately screamed and retreated, wailing while covering their wounds.

After knocking a charging soldier away with force, Xu Wen quickly ran over and shouted "Retreat!", and stabbed the enemy soldier's chest with his spear. He was about to fight forward to open a gap to retreat, but suddenly several screams came from the mouth of the Liao soldier in front of him, blood splattered in the air, and when the body fell, the bloody face of Han Shizhong was revealed behind him.

"Damn it, why are you so impulsive when the battle just started!" Han Shizhong ran over and shot the Liao soldier following Xu Wen to death. He pulled his arm and said, "Go back to defense. The enemy has more people. It will not help you to charge in now. Wait for the opportunity!"

The sounds of shouting and fighting echoed in his ears. Arrows kept flying over the battle formations on both sides. Amid the flashes of swords and guns, the Qi army and the Yuan army were simultaneously attacking each other's front lines. Xu Wen gritted his teeth, pulled a Du Yuhou of the Yuan army off his horse, thrust the iron spear in his hand downward, pierced into the opponent's heart, and pulled it out. A stream of hot blood spurted out of his heart, staining his face with blood.

"Let's go!" Xu Wen stood up and no longer tried to be brave. He ignored the blood flowing down his face and fought and retreated with Han Shizhong while holding the iron spear.

Spears were raised, and the black-armored figures retreated to the front line, like water entering the sea, without causing any ripples.

Under the banner of the Qi army, Lu Bu narrowed his eyes slightly. The front line in front of him was already in a jagged pattern. After a moment, he raised his hand and spoke softly: "Order Bian Xiang and Mi Xian to protect the two wings of the trap camp and move forward. Order the cavalry to keep an eye on the Liao army on the opposite side. But if there is a cavalry attack, there is no need to wait for the general's order, just kill them directly."

On the left and right wings of the central army, soldiers put on heavy infantry armor. Lin Chong rode forward, holding the spear in his hand and running back and forth across the front of the formation. When he reached the middle, he suddenly pulled the reins. The warhorse "Herod" neighed and turned to the battlefield and stood up: "The determination to break through the enemy's formation--"

The warhorse galloped forward, and a resounding voice exploded in the air: "There is death, and there is no life!"

The steel armor roared as it stepped on the ground, and the heavily armored infantry, totaling no more than 2,500 people, marched forward.

As uniform shouts resounded throughout the battlefield, the two mighty forces of 5,000 soldiers protected the left and right wings and the rear like a raging tide, and rushed forward like a huge wave.

west.

The Liao flag was unfurled. Yelu Dezhong stood steadily on the chariot, leaning forward, holding the wooden railing and watching the situation on the battlefield. Seeing that the opposing army had taken action, he raised his hand as he had been prepared for it.

"The thief Lu still likes to launch the attack first. Order Xiao Gan and Yelu Yuyang to move forward."

The words were spoken softly, with a mixture of joy at having guessed the enemy's situation and a complex emotion of not knowing how the battle would develop next. The signal flags were waved, the horns were blown, and in the huge army formation, the Xi people's flags and Yelu Yuyang's general flags began to move, forming a pincer attack from both sides to attack the flanks of Mi Xian and Bian Xiang's battle formations.

In the Qi army, at the moment when Yelu Yuyang moved, the sound of ox horns rang out in the camps of Wang De, Wanyan Zongbing, Wanyan Zonghan, and Niu Wenzhong. Different generals' flags fluttered as their horses galloped, and the roar of hoofbeats exploded in the sky.

"I hope this time I can get a different result."

After saying this, Yelu Dezhong turned his gaze in the direction of Yelu Yuyang.

……

The sky brightened, and the clouds became thinner without anyone noticing. The sun, moving towards the center, released its own warmth.

At the foot of Lekang City, war drums beat out passionate beats, and Jurchen soldiers in black armor swarmed up. The young Wanyan Huonu and Wanyan Xishi climbed up with their shields held up, holding up the fallen wood and stones. Fire arrows flew upward from behind them, and the once gray walls were stained with large patches of dried blood. Obviously, this was not the first siege.

The news had already spread like wildfire in the city, and messages asking for help from the city walls seemed to be continuously sent to the provincial government office. Officials with greasy, sweaty hair were wandering outside the prefect's room like headless flies, complaining about why the prefect hadn't come out yet, while wiping the sweat from their foreheads with the sleeves of their official robes. Soon, sweat stains appeared on their sleeves.

Someone turned around to look at the burning city gate tower with black smoke rising outside. Finally, he couldn't stand the torture anymore and pushed open the door: "Governor... Sir?!"

The chair that usually held the highest official of a state was empty. His eyes moved and focused on the table. There were neatly folded official uniforms and a large seal placed upright on it. The window near the bushes at the back was wide open. He ran over and saw that the row of low green plants was in a mess. He turned around and ran quickly to the door, grabbing the door frame and yelling.

"Oh no! The prefect has abandoned his post and run away!"

"…God damn it! This cowardly bastard!" Someone jumped up and cursed: "The city gates are all closed, where can he run to? Can he dig a tunnel to escape? I hope he gets chopped into eighteen pieces by the Qi people!"

"What should we do on the city wall? They're still waiting for reinforcements! If we don't send them in, the city will be breached..."

"Looking for reinforcements! Who can be sent up there now? The old man on night watch at the government office has been driven to the top of the city. Looking for reinforcements? Should I go to the brothel to look for them?"

Noisy sounds broke out in the provincial government office. Many officials who usually looked respectable had completely lost their composure, with ferocious faces, stomping their feet and cursing in the streets.

After a while, someone whispered, "How about surrendering?"

"..."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment. Several officials were stunned for a moment, then their ferocious expressions disappeared. The prefect of the prefecture coughed lightly and stroked his beard: "Even the prefect has abandoned his post and fled... That means this city cannot be defended."

Someone nodded in agreement: "That's right. The army we sent last time was completely wiped out. Now we are short of soldiers and generals on the city wall, so we can't hold it."

"Then..." Looking around at his colleagues, the judge raised his eyebrows and said, "Open the city gates to welcome the king's army?"

"Hmm, hello, Master Wang, hello, Master Wang."

"Do we need to prepare some wine, red cloth, etc."

"There's no time to do this right now. Let's just keep it simple and open the door first."

"That's right, that's right. Let's go together."

After the few of them had made up their minds, they quickly found horses and rode to the bottom of the city wall. While suppressing their fear, they asked someone to convey their decision to the higher-ups. A louder clamor broke out on the city wall, making the officials below a little frightened, thinking that the Qi army had attacked the city walls. Fortunately, soon a white flag was waved on the top of the city wall, and the sound of war drums outside the city stopped.

Under the watchful eyes of Wanyan Loushi outside, the city gate slowly opened, and a large number of Jurchens in black armor began to enter the city gate. Soon, cavalrymen with the Du and Yuan flags ran past the city and headed towards Ningzhou.

……

The midday sun is strong.

The shouts of fighting, the collision of weapons, and the roar of horses' hooves on the Huizhou plains seemed to pierce one's eardrums.

Xiao Gan, with his nephew Yishi Bajin as the vanguard, charged directly into Bian Xiang's formation. The crossbows on both sides kept opening and closing, and arrows fell on the raised shields in large numbers. At the moment of the battle, many people shouted and crashed into each other with their shields. A teeth-grinding sound was heard between the shields. Blades and spears rose and fell frequently, and the blood line was spreading.

Qin Ming killed a Xi commander with a blow of his stick. The mace in his hand instantly turned bloody, as if stimulated by the atmosphere on the battlefield. The Thunderbolt Fire Tiger roared, swung his stick and rushed to the front line. He hit the Xi soldier who rushed over with a stick, and hit the man's head with great force. Dark red blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and he fell dead on the ground.

The soldiers at the battle site kept running towards each other, causing even greater waves of blood.

Arrows frequently fell from the sky. Amidst the crackling sounds, there was a clanging sound of metal on the battlefield. Someone in the fight took a moment to look and immediately screamed, "Qi army soldiers!"

The pitch-black armor reflects a unique metallic glow.

In the army formation, Xiao Gan heard his personal guards shouting, "Grand Master! The Qi soldiers are coming!" Xiao Gan could not help but tighten his grip on the reins on his horse. In his sight, the blood-red flag with several holes pierced by arrows was fluttering, and rows of heavily armored soldiers holding spears and axes were marching at a steady pace slowly approaching the battle formation led by his nephew.

"Send a message to Baldaqa to lead the cavalry forward and force the infantry back. Order Yishi Bajin to turn around and try to stop the Qi army soldiers. The rest of the people will follow me to attack Bian Xiang. Order Alu to be the vanguard and blow the horn to cheer for the warriors on the front line."

The soldier who delivered the order rode out on his horse, a desolate horn sounded, and the flag of his Grand Master of the Fourth Army bravely advanced, roaring and rushing in the direction of the Bian flag.

On the side, the sound of horse hooves hit the ground, and three thousand Xi cavalrymen shouted and rushed towards Qin Ming's flag. In sight, Wang De and Wanyan Zonghan were running towards the Xi cavalry at an accelerated speed.

"Let's fight the cavalry first..."

A sigh came from the mouth of the rough-looking Baldaka, and the guards around him shouted in unison, "Turn around and fight the Qi army!" The knights in front turned their horses and the rumbling of hooves sounded as they rushed towards each other.

……

"kill--"

"kill--"

On the jagged battle lines, two-legged figures and four-legged animals were all running forward. Wanyan Zongbing was riding on a horse, wielding a shiny axe. The heavy axe whistled, creating black shadows. He chopped down several cavalrymen in succession. His face was painted a different color by the splattered blood, and the smell of rust kept drilling into his nostrils.

There was fire in his eyes and he swung the axe in his hand more and more fiercely. The soldiers who charged forward were all the elite of the Zuopishi Army. Even though they were not as elite as those when the country was first established, they were still much braver than the ordinary Liao soldiers.

A roaring general of the Pi Shi army swung his sword at the head of a Qi cavalryman, and the head flew into the air with a swish. The Khitan nobleman screamed in excitement. The next moment, a whistling wind was heard, and a heavy axe hit his chest. The axe blade cut into the flesh and broke the bones, and the man flew off the saddle and was shaken to the ground.

Wanyan Zongbing retracted his axe, looked at the Liao soldiers rushing towards him with a fierce look, and swallowed his saliva: "Liao dogs! Come forward and die!"

whoosh-

Several arrows flew from the left and pierced the face of the man in front. He screamed and fell off his horse. Amid the sound of the horse treading on the ground, Wanyan Zongbing tilted his head slightly. His brothers Wanyan Zongjun and Wanyan Bendu were constantly drawing their bows and shooting arrows. Every time they moved, someone would fall off the horse.

"...Eluguan."

Wanyan Zongbing whispered his brother's name softly, and without caring about why he appeared in his team, he cheered up, opened his mouth and roared "Ah--", his beard that had not been groomed for a long time was standing up, and he charged directly into the cavalry group like a lion with its mouth open.

"Silang, Yelu Yuyang is in the middle, kill him!"

As Wanyan Zongjun shouted, he shot an arrow that knocked the opposing cavalry off their horse. Seeing that the distance was close, he and Wanyan Bendu quickly drew their bows. The two of them raised their iron spears and long guns, roaring like tigers and charging forward.

At this time, a general under Yelu Yuyang named Ugly Monk was leading his troops to charge into the Qi cavalry. Niu Wenzhong, who was on the same side, kept shouting, his three-pointed, double-edged sword covered in blood. He looked in the direction of Wanyan Zongbing and snorted coldly. Wanyan Zongjun, a captain under his command, had just started the battle and took advantage of the chaos to run over there, but he saw it all.

Wait till the fight is over...

The knife in his hand fell on the neck of the opponent. Before he could finish his thought, an ugly monk wearing a general's armor suddenly flashed out from behind the cavalry and chopped down with the knife in his hand. Niu Wenzhong was shocked and was a little slow to retract his hand, but he reacted quickly and suddenly leaned to the side.

laugh--

The big knife swept across the shoulder, and the heavy blade scraped against the shoulder armor. The beast head swallowed and flew up with blood. The Iron Dragonfly screamed "Ah--" and gritted its teeth and clamped its legs tightly to avoid falling off the horse.

"General!"

The soldiers around him were shocked and rushed over to protect him.

Amid the thunderous sound of hooves, roars of fighting exploded in the crowd. Figures on war horses fell to the ground one after another. The knights around were a little panicked when they saw their general was injured. The deputy general Cao Hong in the army screamed, brandished his sword and rushed forward, riding his horse to gallop in front of Niu Wenzhong to protect him.

The sounds of countless weapons cutting through bodies rang out one after another on the battlefield, and the fighting continued.

……

The fighting continued, the sky was getting brighter, and the roaring battlefield welcomed the setting sun.

The bright red cloak fluttered in the wind. Lu Bu sat on his warhorse, looking at the battlefield calmly. Every corner of the battlefield fell into his eyes in his casual glance. The cavalry in front kept passing back news. No matter whether it was good or bad, he would take a look and then issue new orders.

Occasionally, he looked at the battle formation on the opposite side with a fixed gaze. In his sight, the army on one side began to move forward. A cold light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes: "Over there are... the troops of the Liao Army's Northwest Recruiting Division and the Ugudilie Military Command?"

Wang Zheng looked up, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "Your Majesty, it's not here yet..."

The fiery figure raised his hand: "Let the wolf riders prepare."

Reaching out to the side and pulling out his Fang Tian Hua Ji, Lü Bu's face showed no joy or sadness: "Follow me to kill someone, and I'll be back soon." (End of this chapter)