Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The shouts and the sound of horses' hooves on the battlefield were as clear as the waves hitting the shore. Thousands of people were fighting and colliding. Arrows would occasionally fly over people's heads and then penetrate into someone's body, causing a scream.

The long cavalry formation was thrown into chaos, the cavalry in the front became overwhelmed because of the broken flag and the death of their commander. Signs of escape and defeat occurred amid screams from person to person. As the fiery war horses charged forward, almost every figure passing by was spurting blood. The Liao cavalry who tried to block them were directly hung on the guns of the galloping Qi army, and the moment they were thrown off, they were trampled by the war horses running from the rear.

The crowd was surging, and Yelu Dezhong was leading the Liao army's infantry and cavalry in the center and rushing forward. Three of his four sons were already surrounding him, and only the third son, Yelu Zonglei, was still chasing forward from the rear army.

The moment the general's flag fell from the flagpole in front of them, the four of them, father and son, felt chilled both physically and mentally. His hands holding the reins were trembling slightly. Occasionally, he saw from the torches dropped by the cavalry that the fiery red figure covered in blood was rushing towards them without stopping. Yelu Zongyun's eyes moved left and right, and his expression was hesitant.

"The general is dead, the general is dead."

The sound was particularly clear on the battlefield at this moment. Yelu Zongyun looked at the distance and saw only a bare flagpole rising and falling in the night sky twice, and then was abandoned. He narrowed his eyes immediately, made up his mind, turned his head and looked at his two brothers, then glanced at the figure of his father in front of him and shook his head, then turned his head and nodded vigorously.

Yelu Zongdian was the closest to him, and the moment he saw him looking at him, he immediately understood what he meant and nodded. Yelu Zonglin looked at him strangely, then looked at his second brother strangely, his eyes rolled, and it was unknown what he thought of, and he nodded as if he suddenly understood something.

Yelu Zongyun opened his mouth, and for a moment he felt that his brother seemed to have misunderstood what he meant, but as soon as he glanced at him, his expression changed, and it was too late to ask.

Ahead, the cavalry were fleeing in disorder. A red figure suddenly came into view amidst the scattering of birds and beasts, but was then obscured by other figures. Yelu Dezhong took a deep breath, pointed his hand forward and said, "Pass the order, follow me and charge with all your strength..."

Suddenly, figures approached from both sides, and the son holding a knife yelled, "Dad, let's go!"

He reached out and grabbed the bridle of the horse under him.

"What are you doing?" Yelu was shocked. Just as he was about to stop his eldest son, he heard the troubled fourth son shouting from behind: "Dad, behind me!"

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Yelu Dezhong didn't know what was happening and instinctively turned his head. In his field of vision, he saw a cavalry round shield whistling in the air towards him. The iron nails on the surface of the shield were very clear at this moment. He could even see a few wooden spikes protruding diagonally from the surface of the wooden shield.

pong——

The round shield hit Yelu Dezhong right on the forehead. The shield was hit by the head and rolled forward diagonally, drawing an arc and falling into the dust with a slight sound.

Yelu Zongyun grabbed the bridle of his warhorse and turned his head to look, while Yelu Zongdian looked back on the other side. The two of them opened their mouths wide and looked at their brothers who were in a throwing position behind them. Their four eyes stared at him, and the muscles around the corners of their eyes stretched to the maximum. A slight pain spread to their brains, and they almost stared out blood.

Beside him, the commander who was hit rolled his eyes, and his horse slid to the side while rising and falling. It was also Yelu Zongyun who reacted quickly, straightened his waist, grabbed his father with his hands, and "Hey!" He lifted him up and put him on the horse, then pulled the reins and turned around. On the other side, Yelu Zongdian shouted hurriedly: "Pass the commander-in-chief's order, all warriors, bravely step forward, whoever kills the King of Qi will be made a marquis-"

He shouted to the person holding the big flag in the back: "Separate half of the people, and you continue to move forward!" Then he closed his mouth and turned to chase the direction of his brother's escape. Half of the four personal soldiers beside him turned their horses around, and while no one in the back could react to what was happening here, they all stepped forward to protect the four of them and ran away.

The guards holding the big flag had a fearless look on their faces as they were ready to die. Most of them were former military guards, so they were naturally not afraid to die for their commander. They kicked the horses' bellies repeatedly and continued to ride forward.

In the distant night wind, the warm conversation between brothers could be faintly heard.

"Stupid turtle! What are you thinking of throwing the shield? What if something happens to Dad?"

"Didn't it Brother who gave the signal? Dad wouldn't run away on his own. We must be ruthless and knock him out and take him away."

"I didn't mean that! I meant... Damn it, why am I saying that? I'll go find Sanlang first, and then I'll settle the score with you!"

The rumbling of horses' hooves died down, and the charge horn was blown.

The painted halberd swept past the cavalry in front of him. Lu Bu wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand. In his sight, the chaotic cavalry blocked his vision, but the Liao army's flag was still there. He heard the horn of his own army, and his spirit was instantly shocked. He tried his best to knock the enemy soldiers in front of him away, and took a deep breath: "The three armies have counterattacked. Follow me to capture Yelu Dezhong!"

An enemy general rushed towards him with a loud shout. As he swung his halberd, he suddenly shouted, "Break through here—"

The painted halberd came down with a whistling sound, and the iron spear flew out of his hand into the sky. The enemy general didn't even have time to finish his voice before his head was chopped off. The warhorse carrying the headless corpse ran past and was immediately submerged in a black tide.

The sound of ox horns cut across the battlefield. The Liao army on both wings was retreating. Following Guo Yaoshi's escape, Xiao Gan was also evacuating the battlefield at a rapid speed. None of the Xi soldiers below wanted to stay and fight against the charging armored cavalry. They all moved forward under the command of the generals and leaders of each tribe. Some of them who ran early had even begun to move towards the woods on the edge. The entire huge battlefield was more than ten miles away, and there were groups of people in the east and west. Even if some of the people in the middle wanted to evacuate, they would find that the friendly forces were squeezing their escape space, and they could not evacuate the battlefield quickly, which made the scene even more chaotic.

The chaotic battlefield was cut and divided. Lu Bu, who was charging with his wolf cavalry, killed and chopped off more than a dozen bodies. He had already broken through the formation of the North Courtyard Cavalry in front of him. He could clearly see the troops guarding Yelu Dezhong in the rear.

"The enemy commander is right before our eyes. Capture him and complete the mission!"

With a painted halberd, he chopped down the cavalry in front and let out a loud roar. He glanced at the Liao cavalry in front of him with a cold gaze, and then charged in with the wolf cavalry behind him.

The escape of Yelu Dezhong and his son left the entire central army without a commander. The wolf cavalry, as ferocious as Lu Bu, rushed in, causing many soldiers to lose morale. Many of them could not withstand such pressure and, without any restraints, they immediately scattered.

Soon the flag bearer was chopped off his horse, and the red figure stopped and looked at the flag that was trampled by the warhorse with a strange expression: "Where is the man?" (End of this chapter)