Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 973 Fierce Fighting
Everyone's eyes were looking over there. Di Lei had already galloped into the field on horseback, holding two hammers.

Cheers suddenly rang out in the parade ground, and many of the well-equipped generals almost excitedly clinked their weapons to show their strength.

Before Di Lei came to Beidi, he worked as an infantry instructor in the mountains for a period of time, helping to train soldiers. He had considerable reputation among the veterans of Qi State. When he was in Beidi, he led his troops to capture cities several times, and he also had prestige and popularity among the soldiers in Liaodong.

The title of General Pingxi is still well-known in the State of Qi today.

“…Dile is on the court.”

"Forget it, I won't make a fool of myself. This guy's strength is no joke."

"I heard that he is a descendant of Di Qing from the Southern Dynasty... I'd like to meet him."

Amid the sound of whispering, the light of the sky poured onto Di Lei's young face. The warhorse selected from the north under his crotch was breathing heavily, shaking its head, and shaking the mane on its neck. The horse's hooves were raised and lowered from time to time, as if it knew that the fight was about to begin again. The warrior on the horse did not say a word, but just waited quietly.

In the surrounding army formations, several figures gathered together. Yao Gang, who was wearing heavy armor, turned around boredly. When he saw the nearby square formation, his eyes lit up and he rode over: "You two are hiding here and have nothing to do."

"No match for Brother Yao." Tang Bin rode on his warhorse, holding his spear and smiling, motioning forward: "Why don't you go fight Brother Di?"

Yao Gang shook his head fiercely: "I still have to lead the armored cavalry, so I won't go up and cause trouble."

He turned to look at the silent Lin Chong and said, "I didn't expect Brother Lin not to fight for it."

"Brother Yao, you are joking." The man with the leopard head and round eyes smiled gently and touched the Zhangba Snake Spear stuck in the ground: "Lin Chong has no intention of being the vanguard. It doesn't matter who gets the first place. I will follow the army south to attack Liao."

As he was speaking, cheers suddenly rang out all around. The three people who were speaking looked up and saw the younger Yang Zaixing running out from the formation.

"Wow, there's going to be something interesting to watch." Yao Gang smacked his lips: "Young Yang is exactly his opponent."

Tang Bin and Lin Chong nodded. The former looked at the dark-skinned but handsome face and sighed, "It's great to be young."

"General Di, Yang Zaixing is here to learn from you."

The young general in a white cloak, holding a golden tiger-head iron spear in his hand, bowed politely and greeted him. Then he pressed the spear and slowly urged his horse. His eyes gradually brightened and an excited look appeared on his face.

when--

Di Lei touched his hammers together, and his warhorse slowly moved forward towards the enemy: "You came just in time. In the past, you were not strong enough, so it was a bit difficult to fight. Now you are almost twenty years old, and you should have grown a lot more than before. A fight today will really make me happy."

As he was speaking, the hooves of the horse under his crotch moved faster and faster, and the warhorse ridden by Yang Zaixing also suddenly started to run. The mud was kicked up by the soles of its iron hooves, and within a few steps, the momentum was built up. In a flash, the distance of less than an arrow was reached. He raised the upside-down iron spear, roared "Ha--", and stabbed towards Di Lei.

The gilded tiger-head spear touched the wrought iron hammer.

The deafening sound of metal clashing exploded between the weapons. The armor plates on the two men were blown off with a "crash" at the moment of collision. The war horses they sat on roared and neighed, and struggled forward, opening their mouths to bite each other. The horses' mouths tore wounds from the other's body from time to time.

The weapons then separated, and the iron spear in Yang Zaixing's hand quickly retracted and retracted. Relying on the length of the weapon, he stabbed towards Di Lei again very quickly.

The heavy iron hammer was swung down with great force, and sparks flashed between the two men with the sound of "dang, dang, dang!". Di Lei watched the two men approaching, and smashed down the iron spear that was attacking him with the iron hammer in his hand. He stood up slightly, and wanted to swing his hand to smash it in the middle of the intersection.

Yang Zaixing turned his wrist, and the gilded tiger-head spear was raised up in an instant, and pointed at the swinging hammer. Di Lei's hand slightly tilted, and the tip of the spear drew a spark on the hammer and deflected it. The swinging hammer was immediately blocked by the iron spear with the gun barrel at an extremely fast speed, and the blood shield wrapped around the gun tip was shaken off a few tassels.

"what--"

"Drink-"

Two loud shouts came from both sides, and the figures entangled in the fight suddenly separated. The intertwined war horses kicked back but missed kicking each other.

The next moment, the monochrome cloak rose up, and Yang Zaixing suddenly drew out the sword from his waist. The blade hummed through the air in the air, and a streak of white light slashed down along his body.

The white cloak broke in mid-air, when—

Countless eyes were looking at the field. The cloak fluttered and a tear appeared. Sparks came out from behind the white brocade. The two men staggered and kept a distance from each other. The running mounts raised two thin lines of dust in the field. When they turned back, Yang Zaixing took a look at the horizontal sword in his hand. There was a big gap on the blade, and the blade was slightly deformed by the impact of the iron hammer.

"Tsk..."

Dang clang——

The sword was thrown to the ground, splashing up a little dust.

On the opposite side, Di Lei also turned his horse around, twisted the hammer in his hand, and spoke loudly: "I know you are good with a knife, and I have been prepared for it. Do you want another knife?"

He lowered his eyes to look at the hammer face, and saw a white mark on it. He smacked his lips and muttered, "If this hits my body, I'm afraid it will leave a scar."

"It's a pity that Zaixing's sword failed to achieve the desired effect." On the high platform, Du Fu stroked his beard and looked down, saying with a smile.

Lu Bu shook his head and patted the seat under his buttocks: "Too impatient, but I still deserve praise for using the cloak to block the view."

"Your Majesty is too harsh."

Bian Xiang's thick fingers touched the short beard on his lips: "When I was young, I was not as good as Zaixing."

Lu Bu smiled and said, "Don't flatter him too much. At his age, he should calm down."

"Young people are full of vigor. Being too mature and prudent is not a good thing."

Wang De crossed his arms and suddenly spoke, which made several people laugh. In their sight, the two people on the battlefield made new movements.

The wind blew across the training ground, and the cloak torn by the blade fluttered. Yang Zaixing reached out to untie the cloak, letting it fall to the ground, and curled his lips: "That's why I hate fighting with acquaintances. We know each other's backgrounds, and there is no sense of surprise at all."

"No need. No one will give you a knife on the battlefield." Taking a long breath, Yang Zaixing shook the reins and suddenly rode forward. Di Lei laughed and also rode forward.

One gun and two hammers, three weapons collided in mid-air. Di Lei was in his prime, his physical strength, experience and power were at their peak. The two hammers in his hands were always inferior to the opponent's, but with his strength he was much more flexible.

Smashing, pounding, charging, dragging, and hanging, the two black shadows kept colliding with the iron spears with golden tiger heads. The ears of the surrounding soldiers were filled with the sound of metal clashing. They sat on their horses and turned in circles, waving their four arms, and exerted a thousand pounds of strength on these two beasts.

The horse's powerful legs held on, bearing the force from the people above. Stones were pressed into the ground by the horseshoes, and occasionally some flew out and hit the surrounding shield wall, making a slight sound.

The two men shouted at each other in the fierce fight. Yang Zaixing used all his strength to stab Di Lei with his spear. Di Lei fell backward and a golden tiger head flashed past his eyes. The sky was immediately blocked by the gun barrel.

The figure lying on his horse loosened his left hand and let go of the iron hammer, then grabbed the gun barrel with a "snap". He shouted "Ah--" and clamped the warhorse with his legs. Di Lei exerted force with his waist and abdomen, and suddenly flipped up from the warhorse's back, swinging the iron hammer in his right hand violently.

boom--

The scabbard shattered in mid-air. Taking advantage of the moment when the iron hammer was blocked, Yang Zaixing leaned back with a grin, the wind from the hammer blew across his chest, and his other hand pulled hard on the gun in his hand. The latter quickly clenched his fist and didn't bother to swing the hammer. The two of them started competing on the warhorse. "Hey——"

"Um--"

The scene of exerting force was repeated for the second time on the training ground. Di Lei gritted his teeth and looked at the opposite side, then suddenly loosened his hand. Yang Zaixing was caught off guard, and he felt his hand lighten, and he secretly said "Oh no" in his heart.

The sound of horse hooves reached his ears, and his gaze suddenly focused forward. The iron hammer swung along the charging warhorse brought up a gust of evil wind.

call--

The black hammer stopped in front of Yang Zaixing, and a faint metallic smell came into his nose.

"Tsk...I lost again." Yang Zaixing let out a breath, looked at the iron hammer put away, and sat upright on the horse's back, clasping his hands and saying, "Let's compete again next time. I will definitely beat you one day."

"Do you think I'm stupid? I'll fight you when you can beat me." Di Lei laughed, hung the hammer on the ring, wiped the sweat off his face, and shook his arms: "Besides, there's nothing to be happy about even if you win. I'm afraid you won't be able to take the vanguard this time."

Yang Zaixing also wiped the sweat from his forehead. Before he could speak, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head quickly and raised his eyebrows suddenly: "It seems that the next opponent of Brother Di is here. You should try your best."

He chuckled, turned his mount and galloped back to his own camp.

Di Lei smiled bitterly, dismounted and picked up the hammer that fell from behind, then stepped on the stirrup and rode up. Looking at the figure approaching, he smiled bitterly and said, "General Guan, you are taking advantage of someone's misfortune by coming up now."

boom--

The blade hit the ground, splashing dirt.

The man on the horse held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand and stroked his beard with one hand, his green cloak fluttering in the wind.

……

On the high platform, Lu Bu let out a breath and looked at the generals entering the field below with a calm expression on their faces. Several generals beside him whispered these words with some regret in their tone.

"What a pity! If Zaixing was a few years older, he would have won this time."

"I still lack experience. How can I fight against Di Lei head-on?"

"We should keep some distance. His gun is longer than his hammer. I think he's almost getting close to us."

"It's all about wins and losses. When he grows up and fights for a few more years, there will be few soldiers who can beat him." Lu Bu looked at the generals with a smile on his face, "By then, you may even be inferior to him."

"Hahaha, I'm very happy about this."

"The more brave generals there are in the army, the happier we are."

Wang De and Xi Sheng laughed out loud. Du Fu's expression changed: "Your Majesty also lost when he was young?"

Lu Bu turned his head and looked down, his expression neither happy nor sad: "Since I was thirteen years old, I have never lost a battle."

Several generals on the platform looked at each other, with a strange look in their eyes.

Suddenly, loud shouts came from below the platform. Soldiers of the Right Guard banged their shields on the ground. Everyone looked down hurriedly. In the parade ground, generals holding steel spears and riding black horses rushed out of the army. Xu Wen's voice came up to the platform: "Old Han, if you lose, I will laugh at you for a year!"

On the warhorse, Han Shizhong's face darkened for a moment, and he raised his steel spear and waved it in response. He walked to the center of the field and looked at Di Lei: "You should get off now, kid. You fought with Zaixing. Even if you won, you don't have the energy to compete with me and General Guan. I'll treat you to a drink later. Xu Wen has hidden a lot of good stuff."

On the sidelines, Xu Wen's face suddenly changed. He stabbed the sword in his hand into the ground fiercely and shouted, "Han Powu, why are you treating us with my wine?"

Han Shizhong ignored him and said, "What? That guy still has tiger penis wine. After drinking it, every lady in the brothel will be attracted to him."

Di Lei frowned and leaned back: "How can you say such things in such a situation?"

Looking at Guan Sheng who was squinting his eyes and stroking his long beard, he sighed, "Forget it. A general should know when to advance and when to retreat. Yang is getting stronger and stronger. It's hard to say who will win in two years. If I fight you two, I will definitely run out of energy and lose sooner or later. I will grant your wish and I won't fight."

He started to hang the two hammers, wiped the sweat off his face with his calloused hands, and glanced at the right guard: "It's not that I like brothels, but the tiger whip will inevitably lose its effect after soaking for too long. When are you going to drink Xu Wen's?"

Han Shizhong chuckled and raised his right thumb: "There are still a few days before the expedition. Let's make it for him tonight."

"Han Powu!!!"

Di Lei pulled the reins and said, "I'll bring some food tonight."

When Han Shizhong nodded in agreement, he shook the reins and ran back to the main camp. However, neither of them paid any attention to the Right Wuwei General who was jumping up and down over there.

At that moment, the figure holding the steel spear rode forward two steps, stopped in front of Guan Sheng, raised the spear and pointed at him: "Will General Guan come tonight?"

The hand stroking his beard suddenly stopped, and Guan Sheng's red face twitched suddenly. He looked at the beard he had pulled out with some pain, raised his head to look at Han Shizhong, and then turned his eyes to look at the young man who stood up on his mount and roared, "Han Powu, you are not a human being!" "Wait until you get off, I will make you pay!" The corner of his mouth moved slightly, and his eyes glanced to the other side: "Guan has to study tonight..."

"What a shame." Han Shizhong shook his head: "The tiger penis was quite thick and long. The owner of the medicine shop who helped to deal with it wanted to buy it at a high price, so we didn't sell it."

"I..." Guan Sheng swallowed, his eyes moved left and right, and he twirled the tip of his long beard with his fingers: "It doesn't seem so tense tonight... Then let's go together."

"Hahahaha——" Han Shizhong laughed loudly and kicked his mount. The steel spear brought up a flash of light in the air: "It's a deal, look at the spear!", and rushed forward with the most ferocious attitude.

On the opposite side, the phoenix eyes suddenly widened, and the long-bearded general riding on the chestnut warhorse urged the horse to spur on. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade dragged on the ground, the mud flew, and a shallow gully was pulled out behind as it moved.

At the moment when the two sides approached, the green cloak vibrated in the air, the arm armor with golden armor leaves shook, the dragging Qinglong Yanyue Sword was raised high in the air with some mud, and on the galloping warhorse, the phoenix eyes lit up with a light that was not usually there, and the blade chopped down fiercely with a violent sound of breaking through the wind.

The sun moved towards the center, trying to bloom with heat. Under the bright sky, the sound of metal colliding suddenly exploded.

boom--

Sparks flew from the blade.

The steel spear sank slightly, and then was held up by the arms in black armor, "Ahhh——" Han Shizhong's eyes widened with anger, and he lifted up the crescent-shaped sword that was pressing down on him.

"open!"

The metal made a strange sound when it rubbed against each other, and in a streak of sparks, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade was forced to rise up.

(End of this chapter)