Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The sun was moving towards the west and the sky was gradually getting darker.

On the three sides of the city of Wilde, there was hysterical shouting and fighting.

At the east gate, a dozen soldiers held shields to protect Hua Rong. Many arrows were inserted into the shields, which were obviously shot from the top of the city. Little Li Guang held a bow and arrow and huddled behind the shield to observe the city wall. Several soldiers in front of him carried quivers across their backs. Two of his warriors, Huang Xin and Hao Siwen, were climbing up with their swords and horizontal knives. However, a soldier from the Wanyan tribe showed up with a battering ram and rolling stones. Little Li Guang below raised his hand and shot an arrow. The arrow went into the man's eye socket, and a scream that was not like a human voice came out. The man who was shot covered his eyeballs and took two steps forward. His body hit the parapet, and he fell down to the bottom of the city, with blood oozing out from under him.

The Jurchen Moukes defending the city kept organizing their forces to try to drive back the approaching Qi army. However, the Qi army under Hua Rong were not all recruits who were on the battlefield for the first time. They frequently attacked the defenders on the city walls, wielding swords and guns and led by veterans on the battlefield.

"Hold the ladder! Hold the ladder!"

Huang Xin, who had climbed onto the top of the city wall, was covered in blood and shouted loudly to hold the rear. Hao Siwen jumped out from behind, swung his sword to block the spear, crouched down, picked up the shield on the ground, and rushed forward to protect Huang Xin.

Duoduoduo——

The arrow pierced three-quarters of the shield. Jing Mu'an, who arrived in time, had no time to exhale. He turned sideways and chopped down the enemy soldier who wanted to block the gap. Huang Xin swung the Sangmen Sword and rushed straight towards the spear formation. The sounds of roars and weapons colliding rang out at the same time, and Zhen Sanshan's iron armor soon had several scratches.

"Come on! Come on!"

The Qi soldiers who followed up shouted and rushed up with shields in hand, using their shields to hold the front to protect their own generals. From the ladders in the back, soldiers in black armor kept jumping onto the top of the city walls, forming a small defensive formation with their comrades in front of them, and followed Huang Xin and Hao Siwen to advance little by little along the parapets. The first things they needed to eliminate were the archers of the Wanyan tribe and the crossbows mounted on the top of the city walls.

"My personal soldiers and reserve troops, follow me!"

The commander in charge of the east gate was Mouke Sandulu. When he saw Huang Xin and others forming a battle formation, he cried out inwardly that something was wrong and quickly gathered his troops to push Huang Xin, Hao Siwen and others who were climbing up the city wall first. However, several soldiers in front of the other side of the wall screamed and fell off the city wall. Suddenly, more black-armored soldiers jumped up, and he had no choice but to kill the enemies in front of him first.

"Mouke, there are no reserve troops. They were just transferred to the South Gate by Meng'an." A personal soldier reminded him from behind.

"Damn it! Push on—"

Roaring, Sandulu rushed forward desperately with a hammer as big as a human head. The burly figure waved his arms frequently, dull impact sounds were heard, and the figure twisted and flew out of the city. Relying on his martial arts, he managed to suppress the Qi army that had reached the top of the city.

The rain of arrows in the sky became one-way, with fire arrows and iron arrows thrown up from below from time to time. Black smoke rose from the top of the city wall. From time to time, black-armored soldiers climbed onto the top of the city wall and pounced on the Wanyan soldiers who came up to kill them, creating opportunities for their companions behind them. More and more black was spreading across the wall.

Looking up, he saw that Huang Xin and Hao Siwen had already charged into the archers' army on the city wall. Even though he was extremely brave, he could not rush over in the first place, especially the soldiers near the parapet. They saw people falling down as they stepped forward, with arrows stuck in their heads or necks. Even if he was slow to react, he realized that there were sharpshooters under the city sniping the soldiers above.

"Mouke, the other party is coming up a little too fast!"

"Got it!" He roared, and knocked the soldier in black half-leather armor off the top of the city wall with a hammer. He looked at the archer and said, "Someone come and hold this place. I'll knock down the two thieves over there first."

He swung his hammer and killed the Qi soldier who tried to launch a sneak attack on the spot. Five personal soldiers came forward and surrounded the parapet, which freed the Wanyan Mouke's hands. He swung his hammer and walked over to kill.

In the shaking field of vision, the crossbowman was hacked to death by Huang Xin. Sandulu roared and rushed forward savagely. A Qi soldier stretched out the spear he had picked up, but was grabbed by the sturdy man. He roared and pulled it to his chest. The figure rushed forward uncontrollably, and then the Jurchen general pushed sideways.

Crack—the sternum made a breaking sound and the Qi soldier flew back. When he fell, Sandulu's ferocious face appeared in front of Zhen Sanshan and he swung a hammer down.

when--

Huang Xin blocked the attack with the Sangmen sword, clenched his teeth, his arms felt numb, and he kept retreating. Hao Siwen roared and rushed over from the side, and the three of them immediately fought in a group.

The guards and soldiers on both sides shouted in unison, brandishing swords, shields, and iron spears and stabbing, and they rushed into each other fiercely. The sound of metal clashing and roaring could be heard on the city walls.

"Let the catapults move forward!"

Hua Rong held the bow in one hand and gave an order. A personal guard waved a flag from behind. He looked at the wooden ladders and saw that some people had already climbed up. He put away his bow and arrow, drew the Bailian sword from his waist and shouted, "Go and capture the city—"

The personal guards protecting the general began to run forward towards the ladders, and young Li Guang personally joined the battle.

……

At this time, the fighting was still going on on the three city walls that stretched for several miles. The defense of the South Gate was tight. Dajibao's tall figure was running on the top of the city wall, cooperating with the soldiers to drive away the black-armored soldiers who were attacking them. Arrows, battering rams and boulders kept raining down from the top of the city wall, but they could not slow down the pace of the black-armored soldiers below who were attacking the city. Many veteran soldiers of the Wanyan tribe knew that they might die on the top of the city wall today.

Xi Sheng was watching clearly from below and scratched his beard: "Send the order to have Di Lei and the Ma brothers formally attack the city. The counterattack from the city walls was not as strong as expected."

The command flags were waved and the horns were blown, symbolizing a violent attack.

The three young captains at the front heard the noise, turned their heads, drew their weapons and shouted, "Follow me!"

On the top of the city wall, Wanyan Xiyi was giving orders while roaring with sweat on his forehead. Most of the battlements on the city wall had already entered into close combat. The chances of throwing logs and stones gradually disappeared. Instead, stone bombs kept coming up from below, hitting the walkways on the top of the city wall or the stairs in the inner city.

The young men who were carrying supplies were hit by rocks, and bundles of arrows fell to the ground, stained with red and white liquid.

The wounded who were rescued in time were carried down and sent to the wounded camp. More wounded soldiers on the front line could only lie in a pool of blood and wait to die. Wanyan Xiyi, whose voice was hoarse from shouting, watched everything while panting.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the side, and the royal soldiers who were running towards the east and west gates appeared in the field of vision with pale faces.

"The general guarding the west gate, Hubalu, was killed by the Qi army. The situation is critical now. Everyone on the city wall is fighting on their own without a unified command. Please help, Meng'an."

"The east gate has been attacked by the Qi army. Sandulu Mouke is fighting with the enemy. The situation is critical. Please help Meng'an."

A chill rose from my back. (End of this chapter)