Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The central army was in disarray.

On the killing front on both sides, the fighting figures were still active under the daylight. The blades chopped at the enemies on the opposite side, and blood gushed out. At the same time, someone beside him suddenly rushed out, and the blade he chopped desperately stabbed into the body of another person, but he was knocked to the ground and nailed to the ground by a spear.

"Humph……"

Han Chang drew out the spear in his hand, and while walking, he shot another person flying. The soldiers behind him rushed forward quickly. The sounds of shouting and weapons clashing echoed in his ears. The young man holding the spear was in a bad mood.

He thought that the commander-in-chief had handed the cavalry over to his father, and that today would be a chance for him to show up. However, his father did not agree to use the cavalry easily. Feeling depressed and uncomfortable, he immediately asked for permission to fight on foot. However, fighting on the ground was not as cool as on horseback.

This calculating court...

The dissatisfied young man swung his gun again, and the moment the general of Lu Bu's army who rushed forward was killed, a unique sharp whistle sounded from behind. Han Chang, who was about to step forward, stopped suddenly, struggled for a moment, and returned dejectedly.

Han Chang didn't dare pretend he didn't hear what had been agreed upon before.

The footsteps moved quickly. Not long after, the young man rushed back to Han Qinghe with blood all over his body. He clasped his fists towards his father on horseback and said, "Dad, why did you call me back? I just got to the front line and haven't killed two people yet..."

Han Qinghe's armor was also splattered with a lot of blood. He raised his palm and the young man suddenly shut up. He looked at his father pointing to the rear, and heard a familiar voice in his ears: "The front army was broken, the central army was attacked, and the commander began to retreat."

"What?"

Han Chang was stunned and quickly ran to the side, tiptoeing to look in the direction of the central army. The big banner that should have been there was gone, dust was flying all over the sky, and a large number of cavalry could be seen charging.

"Prepare to retreat." Without any unnecessary nonsense, Han Qinghe pulled the reins and held the blood-stained sword in his hand upside down: "The commander has been defeated. If we stay here any longer, you and I will both die here."

Han Chang pulled his horse from the hand of the soldier next to him: "Those cavalrymen..."

"You take the lead, go!"

Han Qinghe did not hesitate and immediately issued the military order. The two thousand cavalrymen had been waiting impatiently, and now seeing the situation taking a sharp turn for the worse, they were naturally unwilling to stay here. After receiving the military order, they hurriedly turned their horses.

Han Chang had mixed feelings, but he still followed the order and rushed forward on his horse. The sound of hooves was loud, and the Liao army at the front line seemed to pause for a moment, and then began to retreat.

"Follow me!"

Bian Xiang swung the axe in his hand, and while the messenger blew the horn, he shook the reins and began to chase on horseback. The fight lasted for quite a while. He thought he could lead his troops to break through the Liao army in front of him and be the first to break the stalemate on the battlefield. However, he never expected that the Liao army general on the opposite side was so difficult to deal with and dragged him here.

Seeing the other side retreating with the flag, he was unwilling to do that, so he immediately led his troops to chase after them.

Boom boom boom——

The sound of horse hooves came from the side, and they instantly surpassed the running infantry. The raised flag with the Chinese character "Xiao" on it made Bian Xiang grimaced for a while, and he cursed fiercely: "Damn it, a bunch of cheap bastards."

Looking at the few knights under his command, his face was conflicted for a while, but he finally did not order all the horses to chase after them. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, leaving behind a field of dead bodies and groaning wounded soldiers. The soldiers in the rear ran towards this side under the order.

The battlefield was filled with the shadows of men and horses fighting, and the noisy sounds died down. Xi Sheng, who took over the command, was pleasantly surprised. He had thought that he would have to command the infantry to fight a tough battle, but he did not expect that his own general would lead the cavalry to directly cause the Liao army's vanguard to collapse, leaving a vacant area on the front line of the battle. He simply ordered Xiao Haili to attack Han Qinghe's team, but they also retreated.

His sight moved to the flags of Zhang Qi and Sun Zhong on the flanks. The thin young man waved his arms and gave orders. The soldiers under his command turned in direction, and countless roars were heard in the formation.

Then, trumpets and drums sounded, and the army that received the military order moved in a roar, and the troops on the front line pressed forward.

……

On this warm spring day, the war broke out without warning and ended inexplicably. Han Qinghe and his son led two thousand cavalrymen and hundreds of elite soldiers to fight and retreat, and tried to counterattack and defeat the pursuers behind them several times. Although the cavalrymen had lost their will to fight for a long time and had a large number of people, they were held back by Hu Yanzhuo and Dong Ping. After a short fight, they left behind dozens of corpses of their comrades and retreated in a hurry. In a panic, they were trapped in a valley by Xiao Haili and Bian Xiang, and failed to break out after several charges.

The golden sun at dusk shines on this rugged land, and the dim light makes people want to light a bonfire.

"Damn it, these Liao soldiers are really like rabbits." Bian Xiang reached out and touched the horns on the ox-horn helmet, looking around at the soldiers who seemed to be exhausted: "They actually ran so far in one breath."

"Be content. I tried my best to delay the situation by not running back to Shangjingdu in one breath." Xiao Haili frowned and looked at the forest in the distance where he could still see things. "What should I do now? If it gets dark, I may not be able to prevent this group of people from breaking through. I don't want to give up after chasing them for so long."

"We can only erect more barricades." Bian Xiang sighed and turned to look at the soldiers sitting on the ground: "We just have to wait, at least let the men rest."

Xiao Haili nodded helplessly. The soldiers under his command had also fought hard for many times. Now they had to guard against the Han father and son rushing out, so they could not move rashly.

"Then how about letting me try to persuade them to surrender?" A young voice came from the side. The two turned around and saw Yelu Ma Wu getting off his horse and walking towards them: "After all, I have worked with the Han people before. Now that these two are trapped and helpless, I think I can have a say."

Bian Xiang and Xiao Haili looked at each other, remained silent for a moment, then looked at the tired figure and said hesitantly: "How about giving it a try?"

Xiao Haili frowned and looked at Yelu Ma Wu: "Don't get yourself involved, kid."

"No." Yelu Ma Wu grinned: "The man surnamed Han is a fan of officials, but he is not a fool."

He looked around, walked to the flag, pulled out a knife, cut a strip of cloth, and jumped on his horse with his gun on his shoulder: "I'll go talk to someone I know."

The sound of horse hooves clattered as they slowly walked into the forest.

"This fellow..." Bian Xiang looked at the figure going away, and suddenly pointed at his own flag: "Just ask for Bai Bu to tell you, why are you cutting my flag?"

Xiao Haili laughed.

The evening wind whimpered as it blew by. The trapped people sat on the ground with their heads bowed. The warhorse seemed to sense his master's dejection and would nudge the man's body with its head from time to time in exchange for a caress from its palm.

Han Chang, who had a bad temper, could not sit still. He stood up and walked to his father's side with a spear in his hand, "Dad, let me charge again. I'm sure it will work this time."

Han Qinghe glanced at him and shook his head: "You didn't rush out just now, why are you going out now?"

"Are we going to be trapped here?" Han Chang waved his hands, an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

"When did your father say that he would not break out?" The middle-aged man over there moved his body, bent his legs and changed his sitting position, and glanced at his son: "Don't be impatient, wait, wait until tonight..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sentry outside appeared in his sight and trotted over: "Commander, there's a man outside looking for you."

Father and son looked at each other.

Han Chang scratched his head and said, "Dad, do you know anyone in Lu Ze?"

Han Qinghe ignored him and said to the guard, "Can you tell me your name?"

"No, I just said that you are an old acquaintance in the eastern army."

"Old acquaintance..." Han Qinghe touched his chin, thinking for a long time without any clue, and stretched out his hand and gestured: "Please come in." (End of this chapter)