Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 598 Another battlefield (please subscribe to the monthly ticket T_T)

When the remaining cavalry of the Liao army decided to flee to Shangjing, a part of the troops were busy at the place where Han Funu was attacked.

One after another, sweaty figures dug a pit with their butts sticking out, threw the last body of their comrade into it, and then filled it with soil. They stood there gasping for breath, leaning on the digging tools.

The burly Cao Mingji looked at the piles of newly dug graves with no expression on his face, but his anxiety was maximized. After a while, he squeezed the reins hard on his horse and said, "Let's go! We will go back to Guidezhou first, and then to Shenzhou."

Then this thousand-man infantry unit headed north.

……

In the warm spring, the sun is shining, the grass is green and the birds are singing.

Under the same sky, Lu Bu’s military camp.

The flags and wooden fences all cast their reflections in the sunlight, forming a black shadow wall. Figures wearing leather helmets were moving shoulder to shoulder, forming a formation to defend against the enemy. The upright general flags rustled in the wind. Looking at the figures pressing towards them from the opposite side, they formed a battle formation, their hands holding swords and guns were steady and dry, ready for the fight.

On the opposite field, the array of soldiers holding the flag of the Liao Dynasty blocked everything they could see. The densely packed infantrymen held shields and swords, the bright blades reflecting the light from the sky. The cavalry formed a square array on both sides of the array, and the horses kept shaking their necks impatiently and breathing heavily. Knights shouting orders were marching through the array, and the curved swords hit the shields with bangs, covering up the sound of forward footsteps.

woo-

boom--

With the sound of a horn, the knocking sound disappeared, and the footsteps stopped. The general flag with Yelu's name on it fluttered under the big banner with the word Liao. Although the war had not yet begun, the situation was tense. The 40,000 cavalry and infantry armies were eyeing each other covetously. The forest of long spears stopped on the ground, making a noise and shaking up a piece of yellow earth that slowly flew into the sky. The upright bodies seemed to have the courage to flatten the camp in front.

Yelu Dezhong, dressed in golden armor, stepped onto the lookout car, grabbed the guardrail in front of him with both hands, slowly looked from left to right, and carefully looked at the flag of the central army opposite, with a smile on his face.

"Let Lu Bu come forward to answer."

A cavalryman with a loud voice immediately galloped out on his horse, running through the army formation and heading straight for Lu Bu's army formation. Looking at the chariot from behind, Yelu Dezhong listened to the intermittent words blown by the wind and watched the cavalryman galloping back.

"Reporting to the commander, the other side said that their leader disdains to see you, if you want to fight, then do it quickly."

"Heh... just as expected."

The prince whispered something, closed his eyes, then opened them again with a solemn expression. He grasped the hilt of the knife, raised his arm, and - - the knife came out of the sheath. The cold light of the blade reflected the sunlight and was raised above his head.

"The front troops will attack..." he said loudly, and then said softly: "...try it out."

Dozens of cavalrymen flew out in all directions, waving their banners and shouting, "General's order, the front troops will attack—"

"The commander-in-chief orders the front troops to attack—"

Wuwuwu——

In the battle formation, dozens of ox-horn trumpets blew long notes, and the long array shook, spreading forward and backward and began to move. The Liao army on war horses stopped in place, and in the sight, rows and groups of infantry were moving forward under the command of the generals, like a wave surging forward.

"coming!"

On the observation tower of the camp, Xi Sheng and Xiao Haili stood side by side. The sound of horns in the distance could be heard faintly. Looking at the figures surging towards them, the Khitan man took a breath and said, "I'll leave the battlefield command to you. I'll go down to avoid their cavalry rushing forward without anyone to stop them." Xi Sheng did not refuse, but nodded and said in a deep voice, "Be careful. You are only a cavalry unit. Don't be too stubborn."

Xiao Haili didn't say anything. He waved to the figure behind him and then walked away.

Xi Sheng grabbed the hilt of the sword, looked up at the sky, exhaled, and shook the black cloak behind him: "Beat the drum, prepare for battle!"

Orders were given and flags were waved.

dong dong dong-

In the huge military camp, the erected drums were beating, and the passionate drumbeats shook people's hearts. The generals' shouts were then heard, and the standing black figures began to move under the exhaustion of their voices. Many people took out strips of cloth, and used their mouths and hands to tightly tie their knives and hands. The front row strode out and inserted the thick wooden shields into the ground to take a defensive posture. The burly generals followed behind on horseback with weapons in hand, looking solemnly at the opposite side. The spreading figures gradually approached, the black line faded, and the true appearance of the 8,000 infantry was revealed, appearing more real and oppressive.

Mi Xian, who was in the front phalanx, took a breath. He had been fighting in Liangshan for many years. He was no longer the pioneer who was eager to fight. He had killed government troops with Lu Bu and had also commanded an army alone to block the advance of the government troops. Now he was fighting in the north, not only for the brothers in the mountain stronghold, but also for himself.

Besides, he still had a vague idea in his mind, but...

"Prepare for battle—"

The dark and strong man who roared raised the axe and twisted his neck on the warhorse. Although he was used to sitting in the rear, the number of people on the opposite side was so large that he might need to do it himself.

The black shadow was getting closer and closer. A long "Woo--" horn sounded, and the roar of "Kill--" tore the tranquility under the sun. The eight thousand infantrymen suddenly accelerated, and the shield with a goshawk painted on it in front was raised. A black shadow suddenly flew into the air from the back, and with a whistling sound that broke through the air, it crossed with the arrows shot from the opposite side, and then fell down.

"Stand up your shield!"

The roar of the generals rang out in the daylight, followed by a crackling rain of arrows hitting the shield. Zhao Li sat on his warhorse and kept deflecting arrows with his precious bow. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the last arrow shot in front of him, and shouted: "Here--"

An arrow was shot, and the soldier who was holding the shield at an angle in the front was immediately shot down to the ground. The running Liao army soldier was suddenly startled, slowed down his steps, and put down his shield. Zhao Li on the other side had already shot arrows continuously, and two consecutive arrows pierced the raised round shield. The soldier on the other side threw down his knife, wailed, and covered his arm, but he didn't know which arrow hit him.

"Fight to the death—"

Liu Yuan in the formation was not good at shooting. He reined in his horse, took a step forward, and shouted loudly. The soldiers on the front line misstepped their steps, and the hands holding the horizontal swords exerted a little more force. The long spears sticking out from the sides of the bodies from behind remained stable as before. The Liao army that followed rushed forward with swords raised to meet them head-on.

Boom boom boom——

One after another, figures with ferocious faces rushed forward and slammed into the shields and spears. Wood chips flew between the two facing faces. The blades flashed with cold light and swung. Sharp screams could be heard from time to time in the fight. Some people fell at the feet of the figures holding shields, and some people stabbed people with spears. In the blink of an eye, waves of blood rolled up on the front line.

The bodies of the charging Liao army and the defending infantry began to increase and spread, and the soldiers who were not killed in the first time advanced frantically.

The Liao army's test began.

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