Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 320 Escape?
As time passed at night, the moon worked hard to climb to the other side. In the camp at the foot of the mountain, many people climbed into their tents and fell asleep after dinner. Only the faint moans could be heard from the wounded soldiers camp at the rear, lighting up the fire. The bonfire made two burning explosions from time to time. The soldier on guard who was supposed to be watching the night hurriedly raised his head when he lowered his head. He tried his best to look around with his eyelids that were desperately embracing each other. For a while, his head lowered again.

The wind blew in the forest at night, and various strange noises kept coming. There was a faint sound of chewing from the pit where the corpse was buried in the distance, and a wolf was howling.

rustling --

The grass was trampled by countless shoe soles. Figures in dark clothes walked forward quickly with their waists covered. The blade of the knife was not unsheathed. The gunman wrapped the tip of the gun with a cloth. Dozens of figures carrying bows did not dare to He took out the arrows and just pressed the quiver with his hand to follow the figure in front of him.

At a certain moment, the figure at the front holding a long knife was half wider than an ordinary person. He stretched out his big fat hand and waved it backwards, as if putting his weight on the person. The people behind him stopped and squatted down.

Under the moonlight, Fang Maang's fat face could barely be seen clearly. His narrowed eyes were squeezed into a gap by the fat. He looked around, then turned to look at Bao Dao B, who was one position behind him. The Taoist has become much more at peace since his disciple's death, but what makes Fang Maang murmur is that this man doesn't seem to be sad about Zheng Biao's death at all, but he is a cruel person.

Seeing the figure in front of him looking over, the Taoist hurriedly stepped forward and approached. Fang Maang said softly: "If you encounter an enemy when you go in later, Brother Bao, you, Xu Fang, and Zhang Kui just move forward. Liu Yun and I will protect you." .”

Bao Daoyi thought for a moment, nodded, and looked at Xu Fang's figure over there and moved over. Liu Yun was behind the two of them. When he saw the person walking away, he stepped forward and said: "Sanlang Jun, you must also be careful of the enemy's deception. "

Fang Mao looked at the firelight of the camp and shook his head: "It's okay, he waited for victory today, but he didn't expect that we would dare to go down the mountain to break through immediately..."

He paused for a moment, touched his chin and said, "Let the people below have a rest. After burning incense, let the people behind you who are carrying the injured pay attention."

Liu Yun nodded and wanted to go down.

"Wait a minute." Fang Maang thought for a moment and called him back. Turning around, he said, "Send someone to come forward to investigate, and be careful to hide your body."

"Yes."

Liu Yun agreed, and Fang Maung waved his hand to hurry up without any further instructions. Then he crouched and moved back quickly. After a while, a group of men in black quickly moved forward and dispersed in front.

The waiting time was the most unbearable. Fang Mang prided himself on being a good-tempered and patient person, but he never knew that there were times when he was anxious and unbearable. He listened to the sound of the night wind and gazed at the place where the spies had dispersed just now, as if with longing eyes. Sometimes I see black shadows shaking and hear strange noises, and I think I'm back from a probe. When I crane my neck and take a closer look, I realize that it's just a slight movement in the wind, and the imaginary spies haven't turned around yet.

Sitting behind a tree, wiping the oily sweat on his forehead, the Manichaean monk looked at the rest of the congregation with their eyes closed, and couldn't help but feel a little envious. Sometimes it's not a good thing to just follow orders, but it's not like that I was born to worry about my life, and now I was so stressed that I couldn't even close my eyes and rest.

After about half a stick of incense, a group of figures in black turned around one after another. The rustling sound made Fang Maang poke his head out again and turned around to take a look. He stared at the moving black film with his small eyes open for a moment. Just then he realized that it was the spy he was worried about, so he turned over and knelt on one knee on the ground, reaching out his hand to say hello.

This group of people ran closer and were looking for him. When they saw a thick arm making consecutive moves outside, they hurriedly ran over.

"how?"

"Report..."

"Don't shout!" Fang Maang roared in a low voice. Seeing that there was no sound in the stronghold over there, he glared at the person who had just spoken: "It's quiet at night and it's so loud. Are you a spy from Liangshan?"

The man opened his mouth with a somewhat aggrieved look on his face. He wanted to say that your voice was not quiet, but he didn't dare. He had to lower his voice and said: "We can see clearly. Although there is a fire in the camp, everyone is asleep now. The people standing there are all lazy and have gone to sleep."

"Okay!" The fat figure stood up excitedly, and hurriedly squatted down. He suddenly felt that his stomach was stuck there and he couldn't breathe, so he simply sat on the ground and said, "You're going to have a rest, and we'll take action later."

"Yes."

Everyone cupped their hands, quietly retreated under the trees, and found a comfortable place to sit down.

After a while, the crescent moon in the sky seemed to move forward for a while, and the night became darker. A figure walked slowly among the resting people, "Don't sleep, get up quickly." "Wake up!" whispered. During the urging, along with the sound of slapping, people kept turning over and sitting up. In the dark night, they looked shadowy and a bit intrusive.

"Let's go!" Fang Maang shouted lowly, and with a wave of his hand, the crowd began to move, rushing towards the camp where there was still light like a black tide.

The night wind blows on people's faces, and a little coolness refreshes people's spirits. Those who have eliminated their sleepiness, their movements become smoother. When they approach the camp, Fang Maang sees the figure on the simple watchtower with his head lowered and motionless. He waved back: "Bow!"

Suddenly someone stepped forward and handed him the bow and arrow. The fat man stretched out his arms and drew the bow to the full moon. He released his fingers and a muffled sound sounded on the watchtower. Then he saw the figure trembling twice and the whole person tilted to one side.

"go!"

The brief voice fell, and someone quickly went to the door and opened it. Liu Yun held the knife in his hand, licked his dry lips, and looked at the overly quiet camp with his eyes. Although he saw a figure leaning on the ground beside the campfire in the distance. , but felt a little uneasy in his heart, but couldn't tell what was wrong. After thinking about it, he said to a congregant on the side: "Go to the watchtower and look in. If there is anything wrong, give a warning. If there is no problem, come down and talk to the rear. The team evacuated together."

"Yes."

The man nodded, put the knife behind him, and ran towards the watchtower.

Ahead, Bao Daoyi glanced at Zhang Kui, and the man had no choice but to lower his body and walk towards the back camp gate, praying in his heart: Go to sleep, sleep deeply, it is best to sleep to death.Don't let anyone wake up, I've beaten enough for today.

Xu Fang and Bao Daoyi looked at each other behind them, slowly and silently drew out their swords, glanced around at the silent tent, pursed their lips, looked at each other again, each showed a malicious smile, stretched out his hand, and led the people Zhang Kui moved toward the tents on both sides and looked back inadvertently, his eyes widening and his heart pounding, but there was nothing he could do. He could not speak to either of these two people.

Behind, the people who ran down the watchtower began to climb up using their hands and feet.In front, swords were unsheathed with a slight metallic sound, and the black cloth on the gun tip was pulled off. The person walking forward bent over and crouched over, pointing the blade at the fabric on one side of the tent.

On the watchtower, the person who came up saw the dead body and stretched out his hand to push the person aside. He felt something was wrong when he touched it. When he looked up, he saw that it was tied to the wooden frame of the watchtower with a rope. He quickly raised his hand to pull the person's face and took a look. Gou Zheng's gagged face came into view.

The man's pupils suddenly shrank, he quickly grabbed the edge of the guardrail of the watchtower, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "There's a scam! Get out!"

The loud voice seemed to penetrate the silence, and the expressions on the faces of everyone below suddenly changed. The people who had already touched the tent with the tip of the knife turned back in shock. The next moment, a dull voice sounded from the two tents almost at the same time: "Shoot— —”

In the horrified eyes of Bao Daoyi and Xu Fang, the sound of popping piercing the tent fabric was heard. The people in the row in front suddenly trembled, and Yuan fell back with disbelieving eyes, and everyone on the side was panicked. The companions cast a horrified look, seeing that each person had at least three or five arrows stuck in his body, and at least one or two were hit. Those who were lucky enough to survive were wailing and writhing on the ground.

"Damn it! It's been tricked!"

"There is an ambush!"

Bao Daoyi and Xu Fang screamed in surprise, but Zhang Kui, who was not close to the tent in front, didn't even think about it. He quickly ran back and heard two sounds of tearing cloth coming from both sides. The first two people rushed out of the camp. One held a tiger-eye bamboo steel whip in his hand, and the other held a three-pointed two-edged knife. They were like a burly figure like a lion, and suddenly rushed into the crowd.

The people around were in a state of panic when suddenly someone came out and they couldn't react in time. They didn't know how to place the swords and guns in their hands.

The tiger-eyed bamboo-jointed steel whip and the three-pointed two-edged knife were swung away. As they shouted loudly, the two brothers Teng Kan and Teng Si quickly approached and slashed down with the steel whip and the three-pointed knife with a whistling sound. The heavy weapon hit his head, and something red and white suddenly exploded as his skull cracked. The smelly liquid with an unknown white paste splashed onto Xu Fang's face behind him, making the man feel sick and instinctively raised his head. Just as his hand was about to wipe away, the man had already smashed two people away one after another and rushed towards him, so he had no choice but to face him with his gun drawn.

Bao Daoyi looked at the three-pointed two-edged sword slashing past him. The two congregants in front of him suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. Only half of their bodies were rolling and crawling. He felt a sudden chill in his heart and did not dare to step forward. He hurriedly retreated, and out of the corner of his eye saw more than a dozen figures rushing out of the tent at the rear, retreating faster and faster.

As Teng Kan swung the steel whip in his hand, Xu Fang gritted his teeth and caught it with the barrel of his gun. There was a loud bang, and the force of the blow made the southern man feel sorry for his own barrel. He took advantage of the evil guy on the other side to change his moves. He quickly grabbed the gun with both hands and turned it over to retreat. As he was chasing after him, he suddenly shot out.

Teng Kan felt the cold light in front of his eyes widen, and quickly dodged sideways, hitting the gun body with the steel whip. He turned around and chased Xu Fang, shouting: "Brother, there is a big fish here."

Amidst the roar, the figure holding a three-pointed two-edged sword turned to look, then slashed the enemy soldier in front of him to death with one blow, and then waved the sword to kill him.

The sudden battle instantly broke the quiet night. In Liu Yun's sight on both sides, people kept coming out of the tents. The light of the bonfire shone on the people. Sadly, they discovered that they were all soldiers wearing leather armor, one by one. Liu Yun tilted his crossbow and raised it to face the crowd in front. Liu Yun trembled all over and shouted: "God-armed archer! Retreat!"

"put--"

The brief bytes spread in the night sky, and the soldiers in front felt their ears filled with the sound of whooshing through the air. Amidst the miserable howls, more and more figures fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, and those who were still alive suddenly felt like they were covered in blood. They were all cold, and they threw away their weapons and ran back without their lives. Some of the lucky ones were shot in fleshy places and were only temporarily injured, but more people were shot to the ground and could only scream and crawl back desperately.

Liu Yun looked anxious with dry eyes, but he did not dare to step forward. In his field of vision, the archer who had finished shooting stepped back and stepped on the crossbow to load the arrow. The figure behind him holding the divine arm bow moved forward, and there was another rain of arrows, and the cycle continued. , the connection was extremely fast, and I immediately knew that nothing could be done.

"Damn it, retreat—" Liu Yun gritted his teeth. The moment he turned back, he glanced at Xu Fang in the middle and was trapped in a trap. He hesitated on his face, hit the knife with a hand, and quickly moved towards Xu Fang.

In the night sky, arrows flew overhead from time to time, and the screams that pierced the air made people instinctively shrink their necks. Liu Yun hunched his body and rushed forward, being beaten by the Liangshan ambush and running for his life. The rushing momentum is the most eye-catching.

During the fight, the Teng brothers also noticed that Teng Si used a three-pointed knife to leave a scar on Xu Fang's arm, and quickly said to the brothers: "Erlang, someone is coming."

"I'm going to stop him!" Teng Kan shouted, and while the gunman was being killed by his brother and retreating, he quickly whipped the steel whip in his hand and rushed towards Liu Yun.

Over there, Liu Yun had an expressionless face, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, taking a deep breath, and when he saw someone approaching, he suddenly shouted loudly, and slashed Teng Kan's forehead with the long knife in his hand like a sword.

This idiot Teng Jia Erlang rushed too fast and couldn't dodge for a while. He had to grit his teeth and raise the steel whip with both hands, and blocked it with a bang. The sound of metal exploded under the night sky, and the pulled-down blade was brought out on the steel whip. There was a flash of sparks, and before Teng Kan could breathe a sigh of relief, Liu Yun flew up and kicked him in the chest. He didn't care about the figure flying backwards, and rushed towards his companion who was struggling to support him.

The three-pointed two-edged sword slashed upwards and slashed. Teng Shu's body shape changed and he was already killing the wounded man. He was in a hurry. Just as he was about to kill this guy in one go, there were two clicks of footsteps in his ears. He glanced over quickly and saw a person. When an unfamiliar face came into view, Liu Yun shouted again and swung his knife across the face.

Teng Xun hurriedly raised his knife. When Xu Fang saw someone helping him, he quickly raised his gun and shot the Teng family man three times in a row and took a few steps back.

"Go-don't die!"

Liu Yun grabbed his companion who was about to chase him and ran back with a roar. Only then did Xu Fang wake up and look at Teng Kan who was getting up and Teng Shu who was chasing them with a knife. He quickly glanced at Liu Yun gratefully, turned around and ran away.

Under the night, a fat figure rushed out of the camp gate first. There was a commotion behind, and people kept screaming and falling on the retreat road, reaching out in vain to reach the direction of the gate.

When the sky dawned, the camp became quiet again, leaving only corpses on the ground and the moaning wounded.

The black-armored and black-faced man walked out from behind the arch, his strong body upright, but his face looked tired. He glanced at the mess in front of the camp gate, turned around and shouted: "Hurry up and clean the battlefield—— "

　Liu Yun, the leader of the eight hussars under the command of Jiangnan La, Feilong General, once fought with Guan Sheng for thirty years without deciding the outcome, and was the only one to break through after the city of Suzhou was broken.

　　Xu Fang, Fang La's Eight Hussars, Flying Bear General, fought against Hua Rong for thirty rounds, and was later captured by Zhu Tong. Song Jiang chopped him into pieces in the city, and sacrificed his blood to the hero's soul.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)