Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

There was a lot of noise on the battlefield, flags were dropped and moved, and the dust was very clear to the eyes of those behind. The flag with Yelu's name fell down, and the figure riding the war horse shook for a moment, then held the reins tightly.

"Lu thief! How dare you destroy my son's life!"

The sound of gnashing teeth rang out under the banner. The veins on Yelu Dezhong's hand holding the whip bulged, and the anger in his heart burned to the maximum. Even the disappearance of Tianshan Yong and Baomi Holy War Flag was not moved. The commander immediately stretched out his hand to the right. A guard hurriedly handed him his broadsword. The commander took it, hung it at his side and shouted: "Sword and shield men step forward, archers prepare--"

The 2,500 sword and shield soldiers surrounding the banner had moved forward quickly amid the guards' roar of "form a formation", and quickly gathered in layers in the direction facing the front army.

Under the skylight, densely packed figures came into the eyes of the Liao army. The soldiers who were fleeing from the front line rushed towards the team of 3,000 people who were setting out in the distance. It seemed that the piled up sand castles encountered the surging tide, and as a wave came down, the sand and gravel were immediately swept into it, leaving only the bulging sand bags that were swept into the sea under the impact of the next wave.

The torrent rolled over.

"Trouble..." Yelu Dezhong said in a low voice.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer.

In the fleeing team, there was a mixture of infantry and cavalry, with no formation at all. Everyone was running forward with all their might, and screams were heard from time to time. Those who were fleeing were impatient with the people blocking their way in front of them, so they started to chop them down to the ground. Those who were struggling to hold up their upper bodies were trampled to the ground by the fleeing soldiers behind them, and the screams gradually disappeared.

"Shout, tell them to get out of the way—"

Yelu Dezhong was irritated and tightened his grip on the cold knife handle. He still gave orders: "Let the fleeing soldiers go around the front of the formation from both sides. Shout three times."

The cavalry was ordered to gallop, and dozens of soldiers with loud voices in front shouted loudly: "Pass the commander's order, go around the two sides, and don't charge into the army!"

There were some deserters who still had some sense. They just strayed a little and were bumped by the panicked figures beside them. Someone swung a knife at them, and they had no choice but to block it and continue running forward.

The sounds of metal clashing and people collapsing echoed in front of the formation. Yelu Dezhong suddenly waved his hand and said, "We can't let the defeated soldiers attack our formation."

The officer in charge yelled, "Shooters, get ready, fire!"

A rain of arrows rose into the air from the formation and fell to the opposite side with a sound of breaking through the air. Suddenly, snowflakes bloomed in the crowd. Panicked figures fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and blood flowing from their bodies.

"Brothers, if they won't let me live, then kill them!"

"kill--"

Rumbling--

The man whose eyes were blurred by blood suddenly roared wildly, and without caring whether there was anyone to support him, he rushed forward madly under the rain of arrows. With a loud bang, he crashed into the sword and shield man in front of him. He chopped with the sword in his hand with a ferocious face, and then was smashed open by the shield men in the formation. He was killed on the spot in a flash of cold light.

"kill--"

The Liao soldiers guarding the central army also shouted loudly, and their bows and crossbows shot out in a fan shape, and their spears formed a forest. These equipment, which were different from the standard equipment of the Central Plains dynasties, pierced into their colleagues' bodies with a bang.

The surging waves splashed blood on the front line.

The collision of swords and shields, the roar of war horses rushing into the crowd, and the howling of people before death instantly spread across the land of the central army.

Yelu Dezhong stared at the scene in front of him with a gloomy face. A dozen personal soldiers held shields in front of him, nervously guarding against possible cold arrows.

"Be prepared for a cavalry charge."

He said.

……

Rear of the defeated troops.

The horses' hooves rumbled, and the bright red cloak fluttered on the red rabbit. Lü Bu looked at the fleeing soldiers in silence, which was somewhat incredible. Many things that were expected did not happen, but unexpected things kept happening. Was this the army that Xiao Haili had mentioned that had suppressed hundreds of tribes in Liaodong and made them dare not resist for a hundred years? A shrieking sound came into his ears, and the painted halberd swung, and the arrow flew out. Tiger eyes looked at the defense line that was attacked by the fleeing soldiers. As the distance approached, he hung up the Fang Tian painted halberd and took out the treasure bow.

"Prepare to ride and shoot——"

Woohoo——

woo-

The sound of horns of varying lengths rang out in the sky. The knights who heard it all switched to bows. The flaming red war horses suddenly accelerated, and they charged straight forward without caring whether there was anyone in front of them.

Seeing the cavalry charging forward from the crowd, Yelu Dezhong quickly issued an order: "Lu thief cavalry, charge forward, and the spearmen, get ready!"

Someone in front of the formation was roaring, and arrows flew into the air and fell on the charging cavalry.

As if as a signal, the marching war horses suddenly turned and split into two sides and swept diagonally to the side. At the same time, arrows flew up from the war horses, intersecting with the falling arrows. The arrows chased the horses' tails and fell to the ground, occasionally brushing against the cavalry horses, leaving a scar.

thump—

The arrow penetrated the shield wrapped in two layers of iron sheets. Looking sideways, the black-painted arrow shaft seemed to have patterns on it, and a bit of white tail feathers reflected in the pupils.

The guard holding the shield could not help but swallow hard. If he had not used his shield to block the attack according to his training, his own prince would...

The personal soldier looked back and saw the usually dignified figure with his eyes wide open and his hands trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty..." The leader of the personal guards held up a shield beside him and said, "Why don't you retreat?"

"No..." His lips moved up and down, ignoring the arrows that shot through his shield. Through the gap in his shield, he saw a red figure in the distance leading the cavalry to the side. He couldn't help but frowned: "What are they doing?"

"Armored Cavalry! The prince is an armored cavalry!"

A voice came from the side, Yelu Dezhong urged his horse forward and pulled down the shield that blocked his view. In the distance, the separated cavalry revealed the secret behind them. A small team of cavalry was slowly accelerating. There was a unique metal reflection on the people and horses, and they were all heavy cavalry covered in iron armor.

Yelu Dezhong suddenly opened his eyes wide, let out a "huh..." sound, and was unable to speak.

The sound of galloping cavalry was getting closer and closer.

Leading the charge was a sturdy man wearing iron armor and holding a thick spear. It was the Wuqi Captain Yao Gang. He stretched out his hand to put on the iron armor covering his face, and a huge roar mixed with the sound of horse hooves: "Crush the Liao soldiers!"

"kill--"

The heavy cavalry charged into the formation, creating momentum.

"Hold on—"

The shouts of the generals at the front were a little hoarse, and the next moment, the collision of metal, the scraping and breaking sounds of spears stabbing on armor, and the crisp sounds of human bones being broken, instantly exploded under the sky.

"Kill them back——"

The Fang Tian Hua Ji was swung in a circle in the sky. Amid the sound of ox horns, the cavalry that was divided into two parts reunited. Following the heavy cavalry, they charged towards the center of the Liao army with murderous intent.

Shields twisted and shattered, men were killed on the spot by mounted knights, the terrified infantry retreated madly, and the defensive positions were shattered the moment the two sides came into contact.

"Defeated..." Yelude sighed heavily, and his hand holding the knife shook a little.

Soon, the general's flag retreated, and the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse. (End of this chapter)