Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The sky began to move westward, and the wind blew gently across the field. The sounds of fighting and shouting continued to resound under the white clouds. Yelu Zongyun held the big knife and swung it fiercely, "bang--" the horizontal knife flew out, and a knight in black leather armor flew out a few feet from the horse, "Wow--" he screamed strangely, and pounced on the figure in front of him holding two guns.

"Thief, I'll take your head..."

The horse's hooves were rushing, making a clattering sound on the ground. As Yelu Zongyun was shouting, the big knife was slashing at the opponent's neck from the left.

Dong Ping, who was coming towards him, curled his lips and swung out the two guns in his hands. The two silver pistols were like two poisonous tongues. The Khitan royal youth hadn't even uttered the word "take" before his voice stopped abruptly. He screamed, "Ah!" "Ha!" "Oh!", sweat dripped down his forehead, his arms moved together, and the big knife danced swiftly. The knife lights were continuous, and sparks burst out from time to time in the clanging collision.

"Noisy!"

Dong Ping frowned as he was pierced by the devilish sound. He looked at Yelu Zongyun in front of him with disgust. The blood-stained armor plates were shaking slightly. He wanted to poke eight or ten holes in the Khitan man in front of him with his two guns.

On the opposite side, the Khitan royal family who were wielding swords had no words to grievance. They guarded the center with the sword in their hands, blocking left and right, their bodies covered in cold sweats. Even the shouting from their mouths stopped, and they gritted their teeth to hold the two guns on the opposite side.

The sound of fighting was deafening all around. Following Yelu Zongyun were Yelu Dezhong's personal soldiers and guards. Seeing that he was in danger, they quickly rode their horses over and stabbed Dong Ping who was gradually pressing forward with two spears at the same time.

The horses' hooves moved alternately, and the warhorse rushed forward suddenly. Dong Ping, who was controlling the horse, shouted loudly, and with his left hand, he whipped the blade of the opposite sword with a spear, and used the rebound force to block the spear head that was stabbing at him. The silver pistol in the other hand stabbed out like lightning, with two crisp ding-dong sounds. When the three spears crossed half a horse's head, the gunman turned his wrist, and the pistol stabbed horizontally. With a light "puff" sound, it pierced the abdomen of the running soldier, and one of the two riders was gone.

The horse's hooves slowed down a little, blood beads rolled on the tip of the spear, and the silver pistol took on a touch of blood red when it was swung. The eyes under the sword-like eyebrows gently looked at the figure holding the knife, and the big knife chopped down vertically, and the two guns met above the head.

boom--

The blade hit the crossed gun barrels. Dong Pingfang was about to fight back when he heard a "Zhe" from behind. A feather arrow flew past his ear. Yelu Zongyun on the opposite side also reacted quickly. He bent his arm and with a "Puff" sound, his forearm was pierced by the feather arrow. The arrowhead dotted his throat, leaving a red mark.

Dong Ping's eyes flashed, and just as he raised the gun in his hand, he saw the opponent threw away his knife. "Get lost!" He drew out the sword from his waist and threw it over. The blade rotated, and the pistol was blocked outward, and flew out with a choke. Looking over there, Yelu Zongyun had already pulled the reins and retreated diagonally.

"The other side has more people, don't fight!"

Xiao Haili's voice came from behind. The general with two spears gritted his teeth, pulled the reins hard, kicked the horse's belly, urged the horse to charge into the Liao cavalry, roared continuously, and killed several people with a pair of pistols.

……

same moment.

Hu Yanzhuo shouted as he charged past, his mouth and nose covered in yellow soil. The knights he led from behind had bloodshot eyes, and without hesitation followed him and charged into the Liao army again.

The circling horses' hooves raised clouds of yellow soil on the ground, which rose into the sky and merged into the smoke and dust, covering the battlefield for several miles in radius. The shouts of people and the neighing of horses flooded into the eardrums. Looking around, there were cavalrymen fighting on their war horses.

The sky was covered with yellow earth, and several riders rushed straight towards the general in the front who was waving double iron whips. The double-whip general, who had already noticed it, hummed with a nasal sound and rushed forward.

The smoke and dust were broken by the rushing figure, revealing the slightly yellow face of Yelu Dezhong's second son.

"The thief will die!" Yelu Zongdian swung his sword at Hu Yanzhuo, who rushed back. At the moment of intersection, the two whips swung alternately, making a series of noises, and the weapons collided, creating shining sparks.

Encountered a tough situation!
Yelu Zongdian, who was passing by, pulled the reins and his horse turned, inadvertently glancing at the fighting crowd. His eyes suddenly focused, and he clamped his legs tightly together, swung the knife in his hand and waved it to the side.

Ding--

The arrow hit the blade and bounced out at an angle.

"Yelu Mawu! You bastard actually surrendered to the enemy!" Yelu Zongdian looked at the familiar face over there who was putting down his bow, stabbing several people with his spear, and rushing towards him. He gritted his teeth in hatred and cursed. After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered Hu Yanzhuo who was rushing over, and glanced hurriedly.

Behind him, the personal soldiers following him had been knocked off their horses, and the turning warhorses were approaching, whipping him on the head with whips.

Yelu Zongdian reacted quickly and turned his body violently, but it was still a little too late. The steel whip hit his shoulder blade. He screamed in pain, "Ah--" and kicked his horse away.

"Where to run!"

Two voices sounded behind them at the same time. Hu Yanzhuo and Yelu Mawu, one close and one far, switched weapons to bows at the same time. The war horses chased after him for two steps and shot an arrow.

Yelu Zongdian on the horse had been on guard against the two of them and kept shaking his body. He heard a whooshing sound in the air and then felt a pain in his shoulder blade. He groaned and quickly lay down on the horse's back, looked back, and turned back in a hurry.

"Don't chase a desperate enemy..."

Hu Yanzhuo in front of him put away his longbow and was about to turn around to tell Yelu Mawu when he saw the Khitan youth turning his horse and charging at the Liao cavalry with his spear. He stabbed several people to death with his spear and shouted, "Yelü Zongdian is dead! Why don't you surrender earlier!"

He shouted several times in succession. The cavalrymen who heard it were skeptical. They were just looking for the flag of their own general that was indeed missing. There was immediate chaos. Hu Yanzhuo would never miss such a good opportunity. He immediately shouted "Kill!" and accelerated to rush in the opposite direction.

The chaos gradually expanded, and the entire battlefield gradually changed and became strange.

Not long after, the sound of a golden bell was heard, announcing the troops to retreat. The generals who received the signal either breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ordered the retreat, or looked unwillingly at the man in front of them holding two iron swords, and gave up and retreated in anger.

The sounds of fighting on the entire battlefield gradually died down, and countless corpses were revealed like those left on the beach after the tide receded. Soldiers from both sides with white cloth tied on their arms stepped forward, carrying the corpses back to the formation in silence.

A great war came to an end.

……

The red sunset turned into a fireball, dyeing the white clouds around it red.

Teams of people riding horses and carrying guns were walking northward, talking to each other in low voices, but their expressions were somewhat depressed. In the long procession, the infantrymen walking on two legs laughed out loud from time to time, and then looked at the Korean flag fluttering in front of them with reverence. (End of this chapter)