Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In the increasingly strong firelight, smoke and dust spread in the air with the cold wind. The smell of burning wood, the smell of burnt fur, and the rusty smell of blood were mixed together. Occasionally, screams could be heard, and the burning camp suddenly burst into flames. It collapsed, and sparks splashed into the air, reflecting the expressionless face on the black armor.

"Keep pushing, don't stop, follow the leader!"

Amidst the roar, the cooked copper knife slashed through, and the smell in the air became stronger. Xiao Haili was riding on a war horse, leading the troops behind Lu Bu. Several Liao soldiers who were on fire ran out from the burning fire on the side, and several soldiers were on fire. The long spears formed a small formation and stabbed over.

The blade of the knife smashed the gun head, and someone on the opposite side suddenly retracted the gun and then stabbed it. The iron gun pierced the horse's belly from the side, and blood rushed out. The horse let out a miserable cry, fell to its knees on its front hooves, and Xiao Haili was suddenly hit. The saddle fell off and turned into a gourd rolling on the ground. Several Liao army spearmen stabbed the ground suddenly, but they were all stuck behind his rolling figure. After a moment, a war horse rushed over.

Hu Yanzhuo, who was wearing black oil-embedded armor, rushed over with two water-polished eight-edged steel whips. The war horse crazily collided with the Liao soldier at the edge. The man flew out crookedly in pain, and the two whips on his horse With one side of his body, he swung the steel whip in his hand and hit a Liao soldier on the head with a loud bang. His head was shattered and his blood and brains flew all over the floor.

"It's so sweet..."

Xiao Haili stood up in embarrassment, his armor covered with dust and blood stains. He watched Hu Yanzhuo kill a few soldiers and turned to look at him. He couldn't help but point ahead: "Follow the leader, don't worry about me, rush into this camp."

The two whip generals on the horse nodded, shouted and turned to move forward. Cavalry kept whizzing by. Xiao Haili wiped the blood from his face, turned back to the horse, picked up the cooked copper knife and bow and arrow, and exhaled. : "I almost confessed it for the second time, tsk..."

A war horse stopped.

Xiao Haili looked up and saw three or four horses stopped in front of him. A Khitan man jumped off one of the horses and said, "General, get on the horse."

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Reaching out and covering the man's forehead, Xiao Haili looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to their group: "Be careful what you say. Where did this general come from?"

"Didn't I speak Khitan dialect? No one understood me."

Xiao Haili got on his horse and glared at him: "Are you still in Song Dynasty? Follow me."

The horse's hooves moved, and the man behind grinned. His companion behind urged the horse and stretched out his hand to pull him. The man took advantage of the situation and jumped up on the horse. The two of them followed Xiao Haili and rushed forward again.

The cavalry rushing forward quickly cut into the crowd, slashing towards the Chinese army's tent like waves. Lu Bu rode his horse and charged at the front. Fang Tian's halberd slashed and smashed at will, leaving bloody marks on the intertwined figures. Occasionally there were The long soldier came to stab him, but he grabbed the gun by the barrel, pulled him over with the gun, and stabbed him to death with a halberd.

Since coming to Liaodong, he has rarely been on the battlefield, but that does not mean that he lacks the courage to rush forward. It is just that most of the time he needs to consider how to gain a foothold on this land. Now that he is back on the front line, he suddenly The blood that had been silent for a long time began to boil. He smashed the person's head with a painted halberd, and the blood splashed on the side of his face. He shouted in a deep voice: "Sui, kill the Chinese army and take the head of this pioneer."

On the left and right, Yu Cheng, Yuan Lang, Teng Si, and Teng Kan were guarding the side, leading hundreds of cavalry to roll away the figures of the Liao soldiers in front like a furious wave. The sound of the wind and the sound of broken flesh and blood could be heard endlessly. His body flew apart and fell into a pool of blood, and the incomplete gun body was stuck randomly on the ground.

The rumble of hoofbeats was like the beating of a life-threatening drum. When the fleeing soldiers discovered the target of the cavalry coming from behind, they quickly scattered to get out of the way. Lu Bu and the others ignored it and rushed forward at lightning speed.

"Where are the people..."

In front of the commander's tent, the stopped war horses were breathing white, and the sound of crackling flames was heard in the camp. The figure on the red rabbit looked around. Looking outside, the Chinese army's tent was pitch black, and the surrounding open space was dark. There was not a soul to be seen.

"I'll go take a look." Teng Kan immediately jumped off his horse. Teng Si, who was on the side, was afraid that something might happen to his brother, so he quickly followed. The two of them ran out of the tent almost instantly: "General, there is no one inside."

"Ran……"

Lu Buhu's eyes widened and he glanced around. Yuan Lang wiped off the blood that had splashed on his face at some point: "General, I wonder if someone ran to the back camp gate, do you want to pursue him?"

"It's too late." Lu Bu tugged on the reins: "Looking at the deserted look of this big tent, I must have been walking for a while." Knocking lightly on the horse's belly, Red Rabbit started to trot: "Let's defeat the vanguard camp, and then face the Liao officials." military."

"Yes."

The war horses galloped again, and the rumble of horse hooves sounded again. Under the night sky, the military camp turned into a battlefield, and the spreading fire gradually devoured everything. In the light of the fire, the raging cavalry rushed left and right, gradually driving people together before it was too late. The escaping soldiers struggled to breathe in the flames, and were gradually suffocated to the ground by the high temperature. The fire burned through them, putting the land under control.

……

On the way from Binzhou to Haizhou, Xiao Cunou suddenly opened his eyes on the bed, turned over and sat up, wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a sweat towel, sat on the bed and hesitated for a moment, then put on his fur and cloak and walked out of the tent. Stepping out, in the dark night, only half of the moon was emitting a cool light. Occasionally, clouds swam past, making the darkness even more gloomy.

"Xiangwen."

The guard on duty at the door bowed and saluted. Xiao Cuoru waved his hand, puffed white air from his mouth, gathered up his thick cloak, raised his head and frowned at the not-so-beautiful night.

I had a dream just now, in which I dreamed that a goshawk was flying in the sky, and it screamed twice but was shot down by the Jurchens with a strange appearance. Then the Holy Spirit came out and pointed at the shot down goshawk and cursed the Jurchens for cholera in Sheji.

Could it be...

With his mouth tightly pursed and two lines of white air blowing out from his nostrils, Xiao Choubo felt that he was probably worrying in vain, but such a clear dream might also have another meaning.

It was probably a lie. The Holy One had summoned an army of 100,000 to march north. How could he lose?

Shaking his head, Xiao Cuoru took the spear from the guard on the side and signaled to the two of them that they did not need to follow him. He slowly walked down the wooden platform and walked into the already silent military camp alone.

Just when it was dark, Han Qinghe, the vanguard, sent news that they had passed Haizhou and that the rebel army in Yaozhou had made some changes. Judging from the signs of activity, the enemy had given up on defending the city. Instead, they The soldiers and horses that faced him came up to kill him.

He was a little worried in his heart, but he thought that although Han Qinghe was a bit reckless, he was also a veteran who had led troops for many years. In addition, his martial arts skills were not bad, so he should be able to sustain himself until he arrived. However, it seemed that the siege equipment he brought with him was hindering his arrival. increased his own marching speed...

Anyway, we still have to attack the city and put down the rebellion, so it shouldn't matter if it's a little slower.

Thinking like this, Xiao Cuoru was not sleepy for a while while walking in the military camp, and soon it was almost dawn. (End of chapter)