Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Switch to fire arrows!"

The dust was thick, obscuring the bright moon in the sky. Under the swaying Du banner, the general wearing green dragon armor looked coldly at the cavalry who were trying to break out of the forest. He watched for a while, then raised his hand to issue an order.

Behind the general's flag, someone blew a horn. Some of the cavalrymen running back and forth outside the forest drew arrows from the quivers hanging on their horses and pulled out tinder. As they shook the oil-soaked tinder, it suddenly ignited. The orange-red flames were very eye-catching in the dark night.

"Since it's a sneak attack, you must be prepared to be ambushed..."

He said something softly, and heard Feng Tai's angry roar in his ears: "Shoot——" The soldier holding the rocket next to him raised his arm.

On the opposite side, the knight coming towards him had flaming arrows in his hands.

Arc-shaped lines of fire streaked across the sky and fell into the forest. The cave fairy Wenrong looked back and saw countless lines of fire falling from the sky. His heart skipped a beat and he shouted hysterically, "Defense—"

Several personal soldiers rode over, raised their shields above their heads, and pointed them at the upper part of his body. Then there were panicked shouts all around. Shields sank one after another, and arrows with flames pierced in with a "bang". There was an unlucky guy who hurriedly pulled back his arm to pull out the arrow, and then was shot off his horse by the arrow that followed closely.

The flames burned on tree trunks, the ground, and people, and the stench of burnt flesh spread through the forest.

Dongxian Wenrong gritted his teeth and endured the impact of the arrows. Outside the forest, the sound of horse hooves continued, and the rain of arrows also came one after another. He was also a frequent visitor to the battlefield, so how could he not know that the enemy had divided the cavalry into several teams, running back and forth and shooting arrows.

"Xiang Wen!" A guard was holding a shield next to him. In the firelight, arrows kept falling, some of which grazed the gaps. He seemed to be able to see the shape of the flames from the corner of his eyes. He shouted with a ferocious face, "There are many enemies ahead. We might as well turn around and go back."

"It's too late. There are enemies behind us. Go forward desperately—"

Dongxian Wenrong roared at him, but before he could explain, "Kill the Liao dogs--" a shout came from behind. People around turned around and saw a team of hundreds of people appearing behind them. The leading general was none other than Wanyan Huonu, holding a spear. The soldiers behind him were holding bone clubs, meteor hammers, maces, iron knives, and all kinds of weapons.

"Jurchen barbarians!"

Dongxian Wenrong did not recognize the general leading the army, but he could understand the Jurchen language. After the roar just now, countless people responded. He shouted loudly: "Don't worry about anything else, follow me! Break through, break through——"

He lowered the shield above his head, glared with his eyes, and ran at the front of the team, braving the arrows. Arrows and flaming arrows fell from the sky alternately. His ears were filled with the whistling sounds of arrows breaking through the air and the sounds of arrows hitting trees and human bodies. Some of them flew past his body and left scratches on the warhorse under his crotch.

The hissing sound of "Herod——" was heard from time to time.

Behind him, the nearly 1,500 surviving cavalrymen shouted and rode their horses to rush out with Dongxian Wenrong. Some of them who fell behind were caught up by the Jurchen cavalry, and under the beatings and swords, miserable corpses appeared on the ground.

"The Liao people are coming! Get ready--"

The continuous stream of flaming arrows ignited the trees and illuminated the road in the forest. The endless stream of Liao knights rushed out of the woods in a disorderly manner, and in the forests on the other two sides, Liao soldiers also rushed out wildly.

In the open space in front of Bai Ye Lin, soldiers holding longbows galloped past, and arrows rained down on their heads. While countless figures were running past, Qi cavalrymen who were ready to go also flashed out of the open space.

Under the big banner with the word "Du" on it, the wind blew up the green battle robe with gold threads. Du Fu lightly kicked the horse's belly, and the warhorse took a step forward. Thousands of cavalrymen behind him knocked on their horses one after another, and they walked some fast and some slow, and finally formed a neat formation.

"Let the Liao people see what it means to be fearless and fearless!"

Amid the whispers, the military commanders and lieutenants in the army had already spoken, launching a counter-charge towards the Liao army that had rushed out of Bai Ye Lin. Their horses' hooves kicked up mud, and they held up the long spears and iron lances in their hands and rushed forward fiercely.

With a hoarse, huge voice shouting: "Charge——"

"kill!"

More than a thousand people roared and the arrows stopped shooting. The cavalry running to both sides turned around, made a detour and attacked the Liao army again. The situation of encirclement from front to back and left to right was complete.

Boom boom boom——

The war horses charging at high speed collided with each other, making a loud roar. A Liao army soldier flew backwards from his horse, with blood and flesh spurting out of his mouth.

The next moment, there was a sound like the crashing of waves, and war horses rushed up one after another. Some of them broke bones and fell down, and sometimes they collided with each other and died. The knights on horseback flew up and fell into the running formation, and were constantly trampled by horses' hooves. Their bones turned into mud in an instant, and one of their limbs was broken and flew out by the strong trampling.

Hysterical curses, screams, and the sound of weapons hitting armor continued to ring out. The not-so-large number of Liao soldiers kept falling off their horses. Some of the horses were injured, and when they fell, the knights on their horses were unable to jump off their horses and were pinned down and struggled underneath. They were soon trampled to silence by the two armies that were rushing past each other.

Among the charging cavalry, Dongxian Wenrong kept shouting and fighting fiercely, killing countless people with the eight-foot fire dragon sword in his hand. The blood-red blade was stained with blood, looking even darker.

bang——

With a swing of the blade, Dongxian Wenrong cut off the stabbing spear, and with a backhanded blow, he chopped the man off his horse. In his field of vision, there were more and more figures on the opposite side, and even the faces and beards of the Qi army soldiers could be seen under the firelight.

One of them raised his arm and made a throwing motion towards him. Without thinking, Dongxian Wenrong swung his knife towards the black shadow flying in front of him.

when--

A hand axe flew towards him, spinning. Dongxian Wenrong felt the knife in his hand shake. He took a quick look and was distressed to find a gap the size of a grain of rice on the blade.

"Stop fighting, I want to surrender!"

"Help me—"

"I surrender, I surrender!"

After a brief encounter, the continuous deaths of their comrades made the Liao army lose their fighting spirit. They shouted loudly, but no one in the Qi army who were charging slowed down. While galloping, the Liao soldier who let go of his weapon first screamed "Ah--" and was hung on the iron spear.

"Cowardly bandit!" Dongxian Wenrong gritted his teeth in anger and shouted to his guards: "At this moment, only a fight to the death can save our lives. Follow me!"

"Whoever stands in my way will die—"

The Fire Dragon Sword chopped down with a loud bang.

In the direction of the chop, the figure on the warhorse suddenly counterattacked. The clanging sound of metal collision was heard, and the spear in the opponent's hand broke into two pieces.

"The Liao dog commander is here!"

The soldier who shouted out under pressure was knocked off his horse by a subsequent blow, but this was enough for many people to hear. The soldiers on both sides looked at him with shining eyes, holding the spears and iron spears in their hands and shouting excitedly, their horses' hooves stomping on the ground. Both the cave immortal Wenrong and his personal soldiers and the Qi army on the opposite side tensed their bodies and pressed towards the other side with all their strength.

When two armies meet, the brave one wins.

boom--

The blades, spears, and iron spears kept colliding, making loud bangs and bangs. The huge noises merged into one here, and the roaring figure was chopped down by the blade in the collision, with half of his neck cut open.

The long spears and iron spears were wielded and stabbed almost crazily by the people on both sides. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the soldiers who were bleeding profusely fell to the dust while covering their wounds.

Du Fu charged through the formation for a while and heard a powerful shout from the back. He immediately pulled the reins and said, "Turn around with me!" He swung his long snake spear and knocked several Liao knights off their horses. He then pulled the reins and ran towards the man who was swinging his fire dragon sword and slashing left and right.

"You Liao general, stop being so arrogant. Do you know the great general Du Fu?"

The snake spear was dragged backwards, leaving grooves on the ground. Sparks flew from the friction between stones and metal, and the cavalry on both sides made way for it like waves.

Cave Immortal Wenrong caught a glimpse of the green robe with golden threads, and slashed with his Fire Dragon Sword to split the three spears that were thrusting at him. When the blade turned back, it brought up a few streaks of blood.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

As the General of Zhenbei, Du Fu had already registered in the Liao army. Dongxian Wenrong shouted: "Stop them, I will kill the Qi general!"

As he spoke, he rode straight towards Du Fu. The moment the two horses passed each other, the snake spear shot straight at his throat like a poisonous dragon coming out of a cave.

Dongxian Wenrong fell backwards on his back, the blade of the knife scraped against the spear shaft as it went upstream, sending out a streak of sparks, and the sound of metal scraping hurt the eardrums.

Du Fu's wrist shook violently, and the Zhangba Snake Spear was slightly raised and then smashed down at a faster speed, and the spear shaft suddenly smashed down.

clang--

The cave immortal Wen Rong below cried out inwardly that something was wrong when he saw the snake spear was slightly raised, and hurriedly raised the Fire Dragon Sword with both hands. The snake spear fell down with a "whoosh", and a huge force surged. The arms holding the sword suddenly bent, and the blade stuck to his breastplate. The force immediately made his chest feel stuffy.

The palm of his hand holding the knife cracked, and the horse under him shook, and the momentum of the charge suddenly slowed down.

"kill--"

Dongxian Wenrong's personal guards rushed forward madly, swinging their iron spears and iron swords wildly. Blood spurted out and several Qi knights were caught off guard and fell off their horses.

"Hold them off!"

The Qi cavalry shouted and gathered around, with more than ten long spears stretched out, the spear tips reflecting the firelight and weaving a cold net.

For a moment, the figures around the two men were entangled together, and the killing was difficult to separate.

"Liao dog, die——"

Du Fu shouted loudly, and the snake spear in his hand suddenly retracted, and then stabbed it towards the warhorse's head.

The figure lying on his back over there felt something wrong when the snake spear was retracted, and he exerted force on his waist and abdomen, turned over and sat up, and swung his sword downwards, intending to deflect the snake spear.

Swah——

The blade cut through the air.

Cave Immortal Wenrong looked at the snake spear that suddenly retracted, his pupils shrank, and the words "Oh no! This guy is so powerful..." just appeared in his mind, and then he saw the forked tip of the snake spear attacking like a venomous snake.

puff--

"Uh--"

His larynx was attacked and his raised head lowered involuntarily. His wide-open eyes stared at the red tassel on the spear in astonishment. Blood flowed along the spear and dripped along the red tassel.

"Drink-"

Du Fu roared, and with his arms exerted force, the figure sitting on the saddle was immediately lifted up. The Qi soldiers around him saw this and shouted: "Your commander is dead, why don't you surrender now!"

After shouting for dozens of times, the sound of fighting gradually died down. A Liao soldier covered his broken arm, cried and murmured, "I said I wanted to surrender a long time ago..."

……

"I surrender!"

"Grandpa, don't kill me!"

On the west side of the huge battlefield, the blades cut off the spear shafts and hit the heads of the Liao army knights hard, blood, flesh and broken bones splattered everywhere. The fire in the forest gradually grew bigger, and the smell of burning trees mixed with burnt fur was nauseating.

In the firelight, Xu Wen, riding a warhorse and wearing iron armor, had an indifferent expression on his face, his body splattered with the blood and flesh of others. He glanced at the Liao army soldiers who were begging and ignored them.

There was no order from Lu Bu to accept the surrendered prisoners, so he did not think of accepting the surrendered soldiers. The battle was not over yet, and if he accepted the prisoners, he would have to assign more people to guard them.

"Noisy!"

With his feet lightly tapping the horse's belly, the figure who was charging at him brandished the broadsword in his hand and cut the figure in front of him in two with one blow. He took a breath of air full of the smell of rust and fireworks: "Where is the enemy general?! Come and fight!"

The sound spread across the chaotic battlefield. The shouts and yells of the fighting groups were heard everywhere, and the sound of weapons clashing filled the night sky.

A figure with half of his face swollen shook his body, chopped down a Qi soldier with a knife, looked at Xu Wen's direction thankfully, touched the leather helmet on his head that he didn't know which soldier had taken it from, and said to himself: "Fortunately, I saw the opportunity early, otherwise a flag would have sold me out!"

He turned to look at the guards around him and said, "Don't make any noise, get out quickly. This ambush by the Qi army is not going to be easy."

The guards around were all Xi people, so they naturally had no objection when they heard it. At this time the war was fierce and dangerous, and they were eager to escape, so how could they reveal their location to others?

There was no unified command on the battlefields that were connected all around. Several generals led their troops into battle on their own. The Qi army pressed in from the front and back, all of them were men riding war horses. Countless men holding spears, swords, and crossbows were moving across the battlefield.

The violent collision often lasts only for a moment. Once the contact is over, the next figure will appear. The galloping warhorse will not stop at all, and will immediately kill the person in front of it who looks different from its own side.

The battle lines were torn apart, and each regiment was fleeing in a direction that was advantageous to them. Xia Mo was sweating profusely, and he carefully led the more than 200 Xi guards around him to find a way out.

"There is a flag of the Qi army general over there, let the others go first."

"Don't just stand there! Now is the time to go—"

"Here! Quick, rush over while the Qi army is surrounding and killing others!"

"…There are few people here, and no generals. Charge forward!"

Soft and cautious words came out of Xia Mo's mouth. The number of 200 cavalrymen kept decreasing during the breakout. The flags of Xu, Wanyan and Wulinda kept passing by their eyes. The remaining knights, who were less than a hundred in number, ran to the edge and let out a sigh of relief.

"Go! Don't fucking relax, we're not safe yet."

Xia Mo roared softly and rushed towards the periphery on horseback. Flames shot up into the sky from behind and the Qi army around them also lit torches, allowing the fleeing group to see the surrounding situation clearly.

The place where they were running was away from the center of the battlefield. The terrain was relatively higher. In the peripheral vision, a flash of red and gold color stopped under a large flag, which was guarded by more than two hundred cavalrymen.

"Your Majesty, it's Lu Bu."

One knight looked at the big flag behind him and suddenly became excited: "If we go over and kill Lu Bu now, Your Majesty can make further progress."

The sound of horse hooves continued. Xia Mo, who was on the warhorse, looked over there and then hit the warhorse several times: "You idiot, Lu Bu fought his way out of the army and had guards around him. We only have so many people, are we going to go up and die?"

He turned his head and squinted his eyes against the wind: "Let's go back to the camp first, retreat overnight, and rely on the city wall of Dading Prefecture for defense."

……

The fighting was intense on the battlefield, and the flags fluttered in the night wind.

The vision was obstructed in the darkness. Lu Bu turned his head to look at the dozens of riders riding away in the distance. He instinctively wanted to raise his hand, but then put it down.

Well, I can't always be the enemy commander...

Just a few soldiers, they ran away.

He thought. (End of this chapter)