Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

In the last month of spring, under the bright sky, black smoke from Jingyuan City rolled up to the sky, and the sounds of fighting and shouting surged over the city. Arrows rained down from the bottom of the city to the top of the city from time to time. Amid the sound of metal clashing, dead bodies kept falling from the top of the wall. Corpses were stacked in an awkward manner under the ladders and wooden ladders. The bloodstains dried and were covered with new blood.

More figures appeared at the foot of the city, replacing their tired comrades, climbing up the ladders with full spirits, fighting more fiercely with the enemy on the city walls, and everything fell into madness.

Wanyan Yinshu threw away the scimitar in his hand that was like an iron saw, kicked his feet, and the spear flew into the air and caught in his hand. He roared like a tiger and stabbed forward. Blood splattered on the wounds on his body as he flew the corpse. The torn shoulder cape revealed the injured shoulder. The Jurchen man, who looked almost like a bloody man, shouted loudly, "Hold on!"

There were more intense sounds of fighting all around. A few feet in front of him, the soldiers of the Liao army had already climbed up and were madly charging at this general-looking man. Not long ago, Zhen Wuchen had just retreated from the top of the city wall under the cover of his personal guards. Wanyan Yinshu's injuries were caused by the enemy. If it were not for the personal guards and soldiers beside him who fought desperately, he would have been beheaded on the city wall.

In the distance, the general of the resentful army rushed to the top of the city again. Wanyan Yinshu looked over there, panting and leaning on his spear: "Kill them and push them down! The Liao soldiers are just defeated. Don't be afraid. Bojilie's reinforcements are on the way. Think about what they have done to us. Kill them-"

The personal soldiers who had moved around gathered together and rushed forward. A general named Liu Shunren also looked over there, grinned fiercely, and killed an enemy who rushed over with one sword. He rushed over with the personal soldiers who followed him to the top of the city wall, shaking off the blood on their swords. Along the way, there were Liao soldiers climbing up to the top of the city wall. The Jin soldiers swung their swords and chopped them to death. The soldiers under his command took advantage of the situation to jump up, shouting and killing Wanyan Yinshuke.

The Jurchen Meng'an on the opposite side was also waving his spear, running while rescuing the critical city wall. Then, both sides suddenly accelerated, and the swords and spears collided with each other, erupting with a huge sound of metal clashing. People waved their arms fiercely, and cold white rays of light chopped into people's bodies. Unconscious shouts, wails, blood, and corpses broke out in this section of the city wall.

The knife in Liu Shunren's hand was smashed away by Wanyan Yinshu, and flew out of his hand. A trace of madness flashed across his ferocious face. His burly figure did not retreat but advanced, waving his hand and hitting the opponent's face. In his swaying peripheral vision, he saw someone rushing towards him, and also saw a figure behind him crashing into him.

He felt pain from the fist and heard a bang in his ears. Wanyan Yinshu had fought for a whole day and night yesterday, but had rested for less than two hours. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and his reaction was slow for a moment. He was hit in the mouth and nose by a punch. His front teeth flew into the air with blood, his nose felt numb and hot, and tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. As he staggered back, Liu Shunren followed closely and kicked him in the abdomen, knocking him down.

The Jurchens' personal soldiers suddenly rushed towards this side like crazy, "General, take the sword!" The soldiers of the resentful army threw the long sword in their hands, and the general who took it blocked it. The blade deflected and there was another bang, and the two attacking sword lights were swept away.

"Kill him! Quickly—"

The roar was drawn out, and the steel knife in his hand was waved like mad. The clanking sound rang beside Wanyan Yinshuke. The Jurchen Meng'an, who was twisting on the ground, waved his spear with tears in his eyes. In the blurred vision, a black shadow gradually enlarged, and then his palm hurt, and he could not hold the spear and was knocked away.

The spinning spear flew out obliquely under the terrified gaze of the Jurchen soldiers. The sword flashed again, and half of the severed arm flew into the air. The ferocious Liao general laughed wildly, "Hahahaha!" and pounced forward, holding the long sword with both hands and stabbing it fiercely.

"Meng'an——"

Wails sounded.

On the city wall, not only was there a frenzy of killing going on, but below the wall, thousands of soldiers were either climbing up or waiting intently. Some were running on the way to attack the city, some let go of the bowstrings, the battering rams that were ramming the door never stopped, and the soldiers guarding the ramming of the city gate looked at the thrown battering rams in despair. The moment they fell to the ground, there were soldiers behind them who came up with shields held diagonally to cover the strong men who were pulling the ropes.

War is frenetic and cruel.

The sun shone on everyone's face without distinction of good or evil. When it reached the center, waves of shouting came from the top of the city. Pharmacist Guo, who was wearing iron armor and a white cloak, let go of his brow. The word "川" disappeared from his face, revealing a smile: "The enemy's main general is dead, press on!"

dong dong dong-

The sound of drums symbolized the whole army's pressure. Soon, the gate of Jingyuan City opened, and a large flag with the word "Liao" on it followed the commander into the city.

The king's flag was changed on the city wall.

...The news of the fall of Jingyuan City spread out immediately. Wanyan Sheng of the Jin Dynasty was shocked and immediately sent a letter to Wanyan Gao asking for a ceasefire. However, he didn't know what the other side was thinking. Wanyan Gao sent twelve envoys in succession to urge Wanyan Loushi to take the opportunity to defeat Wanyan Zonghan. The two sides fought again on the banks of Hunhe River. Wanyan Sheng, who was worried about the Liao people's southward advance, had no intention of fighting, so he hurriedly withdrew his troops and deployed heavy defenses in Xiangzhou area.

Wanyan Loushi took advantage of the situation and crossed the river, but Wanyan Gao was also cautious. He sent 5,000 men to Pennsylvania and also sent envoys to the Dalugu tribe to present gold, silver and treasures, asking for help in preventing the Liao people from moving south.

Although the Dalugu tribe agreed to Wanyan Gao's request, they also became increasingly aware of the Wanyan tribe's weakness. They secretly sent envoys to contact the four parties to form an anti-Liao alliance. At the same time, they sent people to the Liao Kingdom to find Wei Wang Yelu Chun to seek an opportunity to lobby the Liao people so that they would not immediately send troops to their own tribe. Later, they sent envoys south to Qi Kingdom, trying to hedge their bets.

Bingshen.

The news of the recapture of Jingyuan City was sent at an express speed of 800 miles to the Liao court three days later. Yelu Yanxi, who was obsessed with hunting, had to put down his bow and arrow, get off the imperial horse, and sit back on the dragon throne that seemed to be nailed with tens of thousands of nails.

"My dear ministers, if you have something to say please report it quickly. If not, I have important things to do." The Liao emperor twisted his buttocks with impatience on his face. However, since all the civil and military officials were there, he had to force himself to sit here.

What's the important matter? Maybe he wants to travel around the world?

Yelu Chun frowned, pursed his lips and swallowed the words in his mind. He took two steps forward, bowed to Yelu Yanxi, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the enemy army has captured Jingyuan City. Now Yizhou has returned to the territory of the Liao Dynasty. We should take the opportunity to go south, first capture Huanglongfu, capture the thief Wanyan Sheng, escort him back to Beijing for execution, and then drive all the Jurchens back to the mountains and forests. In this way, the recovery of Dongjing Road is just around the corner."

Yelu Dezhong and Yelu Yuyang came out from the back and clasped their fists together: "I second the motion!"

Then the two looked at each other and lowered their heads expressionlessly.

"Okay, I..."

Yelu Yanxi was impatient and was about to wave his hand to say yes, but a short official came out from below and interrupted him with a clear voice: "Your Majesty, I have an objection."

"Jiu Lin, what do you think?"

Yelu Yanxi smiled, this man was his confidant Xiao Delidi, also known by the courtesy name Jiulin, currently the Privy Councilor of the Northern Courtyard, and a person he trusted.

"Your Majesty, the situation in Liaodong is different. The Wanyan brothers are at odds above, and the traitor Lu Bu is eyeing us covetously below. If our army easily steps into this muddy water, it will easily get into trouble. If the three of them unite to resist our army together, it will easily repeat what happened to Deputy Governor Yelu."

Yelu Dezhong on the other side glared at him.

Xiao Deli looked back calmly and said, "Your Majesty, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, let alone three tigers coexisting in one place? Why not wait for the three to decide the winner? By then, the remaining people will have suffered heavy casualties and their food and grass will have been consumed too much. Our army will then send out troops and wipe them out in one blow. In this way, Liaodong can be pacified and a prosperous era can be expected."

Yelu Yanxi's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to say something clever, he heard a loud roar: "Bullshit! Xiao Delidi, are you crazy?"

The Liao emperor above froze in laughter, looking at Yelu Dezhong, whose face was red, and seeing his brother clasped his fists, "Your Majesty, Xiao Deli is incompetent and has no talent. He is not worthy of the position of the Northern Court Privy Councilor. Please dismiss him!"

The smile faded. (End of this chapter)