Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Eight hundred miles of urgent... the battle situation over Xisheng's side." Lu Bu handed the battle report to everyone, frowning: "Nearly 30% of the soldiers were killed or wounded, but the Jin army died more in the battlefield."

"Yang Zhishi, Bai Sen..." Hua Rong took the battle report, took a breath as if he had a toothache, handed it to Lin Chong, and then looked at them one by one, their faces all looking a little pale.

"It is inevitable that a general will die in battle..." Lu Bu said softly, closing his eyes. After a while, the muscles on his face trembled violently twice, and then he slapped his palm on the table and gritted his teeth: "So many of my generals were killed, this vengeance must be avenged."

Several generals looked at each other, then stood up and bowed, clasping their fists: "We are willing to help the general solve his problems."

Lu Bu took a breath, looked at the others and nodded: "Go and do your own thing. The tragic events in Shuang and Liao provinces this time are enough to show that the enemy is not easy to deal with. Don't be careless on the battlefield."

Everyone should retreat.

Qiongying had been standing in the corner in her guard uniform. When she saw the generals leave, she stepped forward, put away the documents and war reports, and poured some hot tea and brought it over: "Master, have some hot tea."

"Hmm." He took the teacup with his big hand, looked at the expression on his apprentice's face, and put his hand on her head: "I don't know if it's appropriate for you and Zaixing to follow me this time."

"I don't think it's a bad idea." Qiu Qiongying smiled. "We will have to go to the battlefield eventually. Instead of following Master to fight easily today and then being at a loss when a tough battle comes in the future, it's better to do it this way from the beginning, so that we can deal with it no matter how difficult it is in the future."

"You are a good talker."

Lu Bu laughed and shook his head, walked to the door and looked at the rain outside without saying a word. For a moment, the only sound he could hear was the sound of rain falling.

……

Xin Si.

After a day of heavy rain, the water level of the Liaohe River rose sharply. The rolling waves hit the shore, splashing the soil and rocks beside the river. The sound of horse hooves rumbled from afar and walked along the river bank. Groups of cavalrymen scanned everything around them. The villages by the water had long been deserted. The cavalrymen who came out of the village jumped on their horses and shouted to continue running.

There were people walking on the opposite bank of the river, and the built bridge appeared and disappeared in the river. The boats coming downstream from Xianzhou and Sizhou formed two straight lines, filling the river surface.

Wanyan Aguda, who had also received the battle report from his brother yesterday, also knew that the situation was urgent. On the one hand, he sent out cavalry to message Wanyan Sheng in Shuangzhou, and on the other hand, he urged the boats in the rear to prepare to cross the river. Forty thousand troops gathered and prepared to attack southward.

A major battle is gradually taking shape near the Liao River, and the situation is also changing.

There were more than ten thousand people, and the team of forty thousand soldiers and twice as many young and strong civilians was huge and bloated. You couldn't see the end when you looked from the front, and the ground nearby was full of mud when the people and horses moved.

In the center of the army, Wanyan Aguda, sitting on a tall horse, stopped beside the river bank and frowned as he looked at the opposite bank. When heading south, he had tried his best to overestimate the army in the south, but he was still shocked by the opponent's fighting power.

Mou Lianghu, what a good child, eloquent, filial and humble. I remember that he loved reading the most, and his home was full of Song Dynasty classics and Liao Dynasty books. How could they be gone?
"Father Khan, what are you thinking about?"

The sound of war horses came from behind him. Wanyan Aguda did not turn around, but sighed lightly: "Wulubu, I am thinking about your brother. I am sorry for your uncle."

Wanyan Zongmou reined in his warhorse, his eyes dimmed, and then he spoke softly: "This is not my father's fault, it's just that my brother Moulianghu is unlucky."

Wanyan Aguda pulled the reins and turned around: "Let's not talk about this anymore. How far has the army gone?"

"Nianhan has led the vanguard over, and there are no southern troops near the river." Wanyan Zongmou lowered his head and said, "Those southerners are just lucky. When it comes to fighting, we are still good at it." "No, something is wrong..." Shaking his head, Wanyan Aguda frowned and tapped his fingers on the saddle: "Attack halfway across the river, these southerners must understand such a simple tactic, otherwise they would not be able to occupy a large area of ​​land in the southeast of Liaodong."

He looked up at his second son and said, "Send someone to inform Nianhan to investigate more and send scouts to further places."

He turned around and looked at the troops boarding the ship: "Don't cross the river yet."

"Why?" Wanyan Zongmou looked at his father in surprise.

"Guard the floating bridge and the boats here. Since the southerners let us cross the river, they must have some plan. Although I don't know what they want to do, on the battlefield, it's nothing more than frontal fighting, flanking attacks, and cutting off the enemy's retreat. You stay here and watch the retreat."

"It would be better if my father Khan was here, so I could cross the river."

"Don't say stupid things." Wanyan Aguda whipped his second son with his whip and said, "I have been fighting so long, how can I escape to other places? Just pay attention to these little tricks."

He tapped his feet against the horse and said, "Be careful here. I will send Jiemu with you later. Ask him more questions if you have any."

Wanyan Zongwang bowed quickly and said, "Yes."

Countless horse hooves churned through the mud, black mud splashed on the horses' legs. Teams of cavalrymen with scimitars on their waists and iron spears in their hands boarded the boats. The sounds of rowing echoed under the sky. Those who had crossed the river leaned on their horses and closed their eyes to relieve the dizziness from the swaying on the water. Some people were fine, so they turned over and sat on the saddle, galloping towards the designated destination.

More and more figures gathered on the other side of the river. The army heading south took most of the day to reunite. The young and strong men and herdsmen began to set up camps beside the river, preparing to provide rest for the men and horses. The already noisy river bank became even more noisy.

Wanyan Aguda, who was standing on the ground, jumped on his horse swiftly and pointed forward with his whip: "Order the whole army to march to Yanjin, capture the city, slaughter its soldiers and civilians, and whoever is captured will be yours."

A cavalryman with a message galloped along the road. As soon as the message fell, a howling cry like ghosts and wolves suddenly broke out from the Jin army: "Long live Dubojilie——"

"Set off--"

Woohoo——

The sound of trumpets echoed in the sky, and the army moved forward in a mighty force towards the city ahead.

……

Countless figures were running. Soldiers from the fortress near Yanjin City kept going up to the arrow tower at the shouts of the generals. Wei Dingguo, wearing a helmet and armor, stood on the watchtower with his sword upside down, looking at the dark line outside the city that was so dark that it was hard to see the edge. The general exhaled: "Fortunately, it didn't rain today."

All around, a thousand trained soldiers from the Firearms Battalion were running into their positions, and some young and strong men followed them, carrying wooden boxes and placing them against the wall.

Xie Ning stood on the other side and watched the approaching Jin army, waving the flag in his hand: "Sword and shield soldiers step forward and protect the firearms battalion."

He slapped the guardrail with one hand and murmured, "Come on..." (End of this chapter)