Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Under the daylight, some were happy and some were sad. Some blinked and looked at their excited companions in a daze, scratching their cheeks with their hands, not knowing what to say.

"Brother Deng Fei is not dead? Really?" An Renmei looked excited with a blush on her face.

"Of course it's true, it's in my house. He asked me to tell you that someone wants to attack you at night." Ahari nodded, looked at An Renmei, and sighed: "Brother Deng Fei is lucky to have a confidante like you."

"I'm a man!!" A man raised his pistol, and a blush appeared on his "handsome face": "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make two holes in your body."

The deafening sound made the horses around stamp their hooves restlessly. Ahari on the opposite side was knocked back by the sound, his smiling face froze, and then he looked up and down at An Renmei in disbelief.

Wang Zheng, who was standing behind him, raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, looked at Ahari with a smile, and waved to the guards beside him: "Brother Ahari, why don't you come over here, I will explain in detail."

Then, guards holding knives and guns came forward and formed a circle, looking around vigilantly, and whispers were heard in the circle. Then someone took off his armor and followed Ahari to run towards the village.

……

"Brother Wanyan, my people came back to report the whereabouts of those people. They said they stopped fifteen miles away from the central part. The people who inquired said they were going to set up camp there to recuperate."

"Why?" Wanyan Hu Shimen looked at He Shukunshan in surprise: "They should be heading to the Great King's Palace next, why are they stopping in the north?"

"I heard that Wang Zheng was ill, and they sent someone out to buy medicine." He Shukunshan frowned, "It just so happened that the person who bought the medicine went to the place of my Hesu tribe."

Pursing his lips, he said, "It feels like a coincidence. Besides, the Bohai man didn't show any signs of illness before. He just lay down like this. It's really..."

"You think too much. There is a saying in the Song Dynasty that goes 'If there is nothing unique, there must be a pair.' Besides, who can be sure that he was not just holding on when he was sick before."

"There's also a saying that goes 'it's better to be cautious'."

"Nothing can be accomplished if we hesitate." Wanyan Hu Shimen shook his head, not caring at all, and then grinned: "Besides, how would they know who we were looking for yesterday? This is an opportunity, we must seize it, and start tonight."

"Tonight? So soon?"

"Speed ​​is of the essence in war." Wanyan Hu Shimen's eyes were a little cold: "Besides... the longer the night, the more troubles you may have."

He Shukunshan shrugged: "Well, I'll listen to you."

……

In the simple camp, white tents were erected and a circle of low fences were built around them. At dawn, a horse came galloping from a distance. The dismounted knight walked quickly into the middle tent, knelt on one knee in front of the two people sitting and talking inside, and clasped his hands together.

"Your Excellency, I followed Ahari to his home and indeed saw Commander Deng Fei."

"How is Brother Deng Fei?" An Renmei stood up excitedly: "The general has always been thinking about him. If he knew that he was not dead, he would be very happy."

The tent curtain was not drawn, and the setting sun outside shone in, so the light in the tent was sufficient. The kneeling knight glanced at An Renmei, but did not dare to look any further, and lowered his head.

"Commander Deng Fei... probably..." After a hesitation, the man sighed, "Not really."

The excited expression froze for a moment. Wang Zheng had already known Deng Fei's identity from the crowd. Hearing this, he seemed to have some guesses in his mind. He glanced at An Renmei and nodded at the kneeling man: "Just tell me, there are no outsiders here."

"Yes, Commander Deng Fei was seriously injured and could no longer walk. He also lost too much energy and blood and needed to rest. When I saw him, he was so thin that he was unrecognizable."

An Renmei opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. After a while, she managed to say, "It's good that the person is still alive. The general should think so too."

"When we go back later, we'll take brother Deng Fei with us." Wang Zheng sighed, then pulled himself together and said, "But there should be some changes tonight, Sima An, get everyone ready."

An Renmei looked over and frowned: "Military Advisor, do you think they will come tonight?"

"Of course they will come. 'No venture, no gain.' Haha..." Wang Zheng nodded: "Since the other party wants to do what Ban Chao did, he will imitate his bold character. So tonight must be the best time in his mind." "Then go and make arrangements." An Renmei bowed and left the tent, leaving Wang Zheng alone in the tent, deep in thought.

……

At three quarters of Hai hour.

The starry sky is bright tonight, with a crescent moon hanging high in the sky. In the dark night, figures are seen riding horses across the road. The sound of the horses' hooves wrapped in thick cloth is not loud, but feels a bit muffled.

Black clouds occasionally cover the cool crescent moon in the night sky.

In the wilderness, the occasional wind whimpered as it blew past the campfire burning in the camp, illuminating the tents standing around it in a flickering manner.

The sound of rustling was heard in the wilderness around. The cavalrymen who came from afar dismounted, picked up the ceramic jars hanging on the saddles, crouched down and sneaked towards the camp with lights.

The flame flickered in the center of the camp. The long-term burning had exhausted its power. The aperture shrank along with the flame, and the blackened debris below was revealed.

rustling --

The night was quiet, and a figure brushed past the grass and crept over. The people who were tiptoeing looked nervously at the tent in front of them. Someone stepped on a dead branch and broke it with a "crack", and then froze there. After a long while, seeing no movement, he continued to move forward cautiously.

The night wind blew gently. The man who was about thirty steps away from the camp stretched out his hand and gestured. A powerful voice came from the silent air: "Throw—"

The figure holding the ceramic jar at the back stood up, ran a few steps, swung his arm and threw the object in his hand out.

A few black dots flew by, hit the tent and rolled down.

pop-

Bangpong——

A breaking sound was heard, and then the fire starter was thrown out and fell on the broken part of the earthen jar. The flames instantly rose and spread, burning all the way towards the tent.

"kill--"

Wanyan Hu Shimen had a ferocious look on his face. He drew out his scimitar and shouted. The strong men beside him also shouted and rushed forward with weapons in hand.

The distance of thirty steps was reached in an instant. The people in the front kicked down the simple fence and rushed towards the tent that was not on fire like crazy. The blade cut through the tight tent surface, and the torn hole was clearly visible in the firelight.

"no one--"

"no one!"

"I don't have anyone here!"

Several voices sounded one after another, and the figures rushing from behind suddenly stopped and looked at Wanyan Hu Shimen.

"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap! Retreat!"

Amid the shouting, the ferocious look on the young Jurchen man's face disappeared and he became a little panicked. He turned around and tried to leave after shouting.

Boom boom boom——

The sound of horse hooves came from both sides. (End of this chapter)