Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Fang Qifo pulled the reins and turned the horse's head to look in the direction of the vibration. Dust spread in the air with the wind.

A general wearing a red turban came galloping from a distance on a bad horse, waving his arms wildly and roaring at the side at a heart-wrenching voice. The message he conveyed was just one sentence.

"The government troops are attacking——"

The information conveyed made the general of the Yongle Dynasty feel a chill on his back, but looking at Jiaxing City, he gritted his teeth and said, "Order the rear army Lian Ming, Mao Di, and Tang Fengshi to turn around and meet the enemy!

Order Bai Yanshou, Gao Keli, and Zhang Jinren to lead their troops to support the rear army!

Order the remaining three armies to suspend their offensive and move closer to the central army!

Order the troops attacking the city to keep going! Push forward! Suppress them! If you dare to retreat...

I'll twist his head into three pieces!"

The troops in the rear and several generals who received the order began to turn around. Noisy and chaotic sounds rang out under the city, and faint vibrations were heard from the ground.

Wang Ziwu, standing on the top of the city wall, grinned widely, his dirty face flushed with excitement, he drew his bow and shot three arrows in quick succession, three screams rang out in succession, the commander of the Jiaxing army shouted: "Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!"

"Great Song Dynasty will win——"

"kill--"

The Song army on the city wall was suddenly inspired, and they rained arrows and stones down recklessly. When the boiling water poured down, more tragic screams came out of people's mouths. Du Wei and other generals who were ordered to attack the city suddenly felt bitter in their mouths. The Song army on the city wall was greatly stimulated, and it became even more difficult to break the city.

However, they didn't know that the young and strong men who were carrying supplies for defending the city were now moving more briskly. The hope brought by the reinforcements changed everyone.

In the distance, where the smoke and dust were rising, black figures were connected in a line, and the sound of roaring could be heard faintly. Commanders like Wang Ziwu were very sensitive to sounds. After a moment of thought, his eyes widened: "Cavalry? Where did they come from..."

He suddenly stopped talking, first shot an arrow to kill a bandit soldier who had climbed up and showed his head, and then suddenly he seemed to get some inspiration, and his voice became louder: "It's the Western Army, it must be the Western Army!"

Then he waved his arms and said, "Hold on, everyone! We have won this battle!"

……

"It's our Western Army's cavalry!"

Wang Xun smiled and shouted excitedly, then jumped onto his warhorse, took his spear from the victory hook, pointed it forward, and shouted: "Everyone, get ready!"

The three thousand people who came with him were all infantrymen. Upon hearing what was said, they picked up their swords and weapons and stepped forward to treat the disease. Then they heard the voice of their own vanguard.

"forward--"

Three thousand soldiers marched forward, their peaceful faces filled with murderous intent.

Attack with a bang.

……

a moment ago.

A large number of troops headed straight for Jiaxing from Taihu Lake, with the "Xin" and "Yang" general flags fluttering in the wind, and scouts galloping to the central army.

"General, General Wang's troops have reached the north gate of Jiaxing and are advancing towards the enemy army. They will be able to engage the enemy in a moment."

"Damn it, running on land is actually faster than our boat." Xin Xingzong, who was riding on horseback and looked like a bandit, cursed with a smile, and looked at the burly Yang Weizhong beside him: "I said I would come here by land, but I was overtaken by the commander."

Yang Weizhong smiled naively and looked at the scout: "What's the situation with Fang's army?"

"The enemy troops are surrounding the city from all sides. There are about 10,000 people at each gate. The largest number of people is at the north gate, probably 20,000 to 30,000."

"It seems that Marshal Jie is going to have to take on a tough task..." Yang Weizhong glanced at Xin Xingzong, helpless: "You and I came late, so we can only drink soup."

"More than 10,000 people, at least they have some meat smell." Xin Xingzong raised his lips and looked fierce: "You go to the west gate, and I will leave the east gate to you."

"Very good." Yang Weizhong nodded, then looked at the scout and said, "You go to the commander again and tell him to leave the east and west sides to us two."

The scout answered yes and then rode away.

The two generals of the Eastern Army looked back, then waved their hands and moved forward: "The enemy is ahead, kill--"

……

Under the sky, hundreds of horse hooves were spinning.

A total of 500 cavalrymen were arranged in two rows, and they bravely charged towards the "ragged" bandits in front of them.

Wang Bing did not lead the cavalry to charge. As the commander of the Eastern Army, he calmly observed everything on the battlefield. While tens of thousands of infantrymen marched forward, he kept issuing orders, adjusting the advancing army formation and responding to changes in the Seven Buddhas' army formation over there.

Woohoo——

The horn sounded among the advancing cavalry. The Song knights, deeply influenced by the Shatuo style, drew their bows and arrows. "Squeak--" the moment the arrows flew away, the rest of them released their bowstrings, and a rain of arrows was thrown at the bandits in the front.

Fang Qifo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists under the big flag: "It's just cavalry. There are 10,000 troops in the rear, and they will definitely be able to stop them..."

The rear troops were mobilized, screaming as blood bloomed. The thieves holding the mallet and the door panel rushed forward, hitting the mallet with all their might, and then...

The trembling Western Army cavalry, who had abandoned their bows for guns, were knocked into the air, and a cry of "Ahhhh——" came from the mouth of the figure in the air.

Among the cavalry, a figure wearing iron armor and leather armor on his horse charged forward, swinging a crescent-shaped sword in his hand rapidly, causing a fountain of blood to spurt out as he passed by. He shouted repeatedly, "Do you recognize Yao Pingzhong, the brave general of the Western Army?"

A knife slashed at the door panel that was swinging towards him. With a loud bang, the door panel shattered and flew out. The person behind was cut in half by the blade and fell down. Blood gushed out and wet the ground.

The rows of charging cavalrymen around them broke into the enemy army violently, and the corpses lifted into the sky fell down and pressed on the backs of the people behind them.

More war horses trampled on the corpses and rushed into the crowd. The swung wooden hammers hit the horses with a bang. The horses neighed miserably, and their bodies with broken legs fell down heavily, pressing the human bodies to slide forward. "Ahhh——" the screams became weaker and weaker, and dark red blood flowed out from under the horses.

"Turn, turn."

The crescent-shaped sword was like a straw in Yao Pingzhong's hand. Seeing this, the cavalrymen behind him followed him and turned around in the group of bandits, leaving behind a square formation that looked like it had been bitten by a wild beast, and then, led by him, they crashed into the next one.

Then, the approaching Western Army infantry charged into the battlefield without hesitation. The soldiers who had been fighting against Western Xia for many years had ferocious faces and killed the figures who were considered civilians a month ago. Screams accompanied by blood were heard under the daylight. Their boots-clad feet stepped over the corpses, and their bloody weapons raised the killing and spread.

The bandits in the rear army were not regular troops at all. They had only just started their training, or had not even received any training at all before they were dragged onto the battlefield. When the war was going well, they could still fight with their blood and passion for a while, but when faced with the Western Army, a powerful force that was famous throughout the Song Dynasty, they were immediately defeated.

The three generals Lian Ming, Mao Di and Tang Fengshi who commanded the rear army were so anxious that they were sweating profusely and kept issuing orders. However, this cobbled-together team was even slower in responding to the military orders.

The rebel generals who received the order often shouted and turned around, but it was easy to deal with the front and back. Many bandits who could not tell the left from the right ran in the wrong direction, causing chaos in the formation. The lower-level rebel generals had no time to make adjustments as rain of arrows, spears, and blades were approaching them.

Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, limbs and severed heads were flying in the sky, and people and horses were falling to the ground amid screams.

Yao Pingzhong, who led the charge, turned back with the Western Army cavalry and shot arrows behind the infantry. He should have watched where the attack was blocked and rushed over to help the infantry break the siege. At this time, all the troops were advancing smoothly without any obstacles, so the Western Army cavalry general was happy to stop wasting horses in charging and breaking through the formation. He was very distressed to lose several horses just now.

It's not like we're fighting against Western Xia, so losing a single horse would be a loss.

However, some people were relaxed while others were under great pressure. Mao Di and Tang Fengshi led their troops to resist with difficulty. They roared and led the elite troops of their own army to meet the enemy. The flags behind them moved forward, but stopped at the intersection of the army formations.

"The Song army is so brave, quickly ask the commander for help!"

Lian Ming, who was in the battle formation, saw it clearly and his face turned pale. He grabbed the person next to him and yelled at him. The person shouted "Yes" and ran backwards, crawling and disappearing into the crowd in a moment.

Lian Ming looked at his back in astonishment and couldn't help but yell, "Fuck you! Raise the flag to ask for help, run away! Damn you!"

Turning to look at the others, he shouted, "Hurry up and raise the flag!" and the flag representing a request for help was finally raised in the rear.

Ahead was a formation of tens of thousands of people. Wang Yuan, who was ordered to be the vanguard of the army, took the lead and cut a bloody path through the enemy army. The infantrymen following behind him followed closely, holding swords and small shields in their hands, and charged into the formation with all their might.

Arrows occasionally flew up from the enemy's formation. In front of the jagged array, the commander of the vanguard riding on a war horse raised his hand and fired a shot.

bang——

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Wood chips flew everywhere, and a bloody hole appeared on the chest of the man behind the shield. When the figure rushed forward, he carried the corpse forward and threw it flying.

Countless soldiers beside him shouted "Kill!" and rushed into the crowd in front. The Fang La soldiers who tried to gain a foothold were immediately pushed back by the impact in front, and then fell down, trampled by countless feet in combat boots.

Wang Yuan wiped the blood off his face. In the chaotic battlefield, he saw a flag on the left with the word "Mao" written on it, and then he rushed over.

The shouts and screams from the surrounding battlefield swept into his ears like a tide. Mao Di rode on his horse, wielding a broadsword in his hand, and relying on his bravery to kill two Western Army soldiers. He took a step forward, but was forced back by more spears. He could only anxiously roar, "Come forward, follow me forward--"

However, the elite soldiers around him were all chosen from the heroes in the martial arts world. Each of them was about seven or eight men who were impossible to get close to, and had killed more than ten people on their hands. When they were gathered together, they were killed in a battle formation by the men of the Western Army on the opposite side, and they could not advance an inch. From time to time, someone screamed and had his hands and feet chopped off, and then he was stabbed to death by several spears.

The bloody smell wafted into his nose. Mao Di, who was already extremely anxious, glanced around from time to time. Suddenly, he saw a general wearing a red robe and iron armor rushing towards him. He immediately realized that it was the general of this army.

He was confident of his bravery, so he quickly pulled the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and rushed towards the figure coming from the opposite side, swinging the big knife in his hand diagonally.

"I am Mao Di, a general under Emperor Yongle, and also known as General Tong of the Song Dynasty!"

The war horses were galloping, and the silent court general suddenly thrust out the iron spear in his hand. Mao Di was angry at the other party's contempt, so he bulged his arms and exerted force, and chopped him down fiercely.

Wang Yuan snorted slightly, raised his spear violently, and with a "clang" sound, it broke the blade, then sank down again. Without stopping, he stabbed the throat with a shot, then swung his hands downward, and the corpse fell off the saddle, rolled, and the dust-covered face faced the sky.

Horse hooves were flying, and spears covered in blood were raised. Wang Yuan's deep voice could be heard clearly in the fighting: "Follow me to kill the man named Tang."

There were loud shouts and cries of killing. The soldiers of the Western Army desperately followed the figure on the war horse and rushed forward. In a moment, they rushed towards Tang Fengshi's battle formation. The big flag with the word "Wang" stopped for a few breaths opposite the flag with the word "Tang", then turned and rushed towards the last part of Lian Ming's army.

Wang Yuan rode his horse with his spear in hand and charged forward through the crowd. The Western Army soldiers behind him followed closely, shouting hysterically and crashing into the last line of defense of the rear army.

In the field of vision, countless figures were swaying, and the sound of "Kill" shook the world. In the smoke and dust, someone rode a horse and rushed towards the figure under the big flag.

Soon, the tall flagpole was chopped down, the general holding the head on a spear raised it high to the sky, the warhorse stood up, and the three parts of the rear army began to disintegrate.

Countless rebel soldiers felt a chill down their spines instantly.

……

The cold wind blew on people's cloaks, and the cloth that used to block the wind now made people feel cold to the core.

In just a moment, two of the three generals of the rear army who were highly expected by Fang Qifo fell, and the news coming from the east and west gates was also not good. Mi Quan and Huang Ai were blocked by the Song army and could not fight back, so they were asking for help.

Is this really the Song army that was beaten so hard that it couldn't fight back?

The general of the Yongle Dynasty looked around with his eyes twitching. If this continued, his central army would be surrounded and it would be really dangerous given the combat power displayed by the enemy.

The arrows shot from the sky never stopped. Occasionally, they stopped for a moment, then changed direction and continued to shoot. The suppressed army was in chaos for a moment, and the red figures of the Song army had already broken through the formation and were expanding the victory forward.

As a capable general under Fang Qifo, Bai Yanshou rushed back from the front with an anxious look on his face. Seeing that people were in panic all around and that the balance of the battlefield had already tilted towards the Western Army, he was hit by a stone and staggered to Fang Qifo's horse, shouting, "General, there is an emergency ahead, please retreat quickly!"

"Bullshit—" Fang Qifo cursed instinctively, then hesitated, but he didn't consider leaving. He stretched out his burly arms and pointed forward: "Gao Keli and Zhang Jinren are on their way to support us. Lian Ming's flag is still there. If I... uh..."

The voice stopped suddenly.

In the field of vision, the flag with the word "廉" was cut into two pieces, the outstretched arm was slightly bent, and the index and middle fingers were separated and bent.

The young man, whose mouth was already blistered with anxiety, saw the crimson figure of the Song army swaying, and immediately gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the reins of his mount. The warhorse neighed and turned its body.

"What are you doing!" A roar came out from Fang Qifo's mouth. The young man from Qixian Village drew the long sword from his waist and slashed the side of the warhorse. The horse neighed in pain and ran away with all four hooves.

"Hurry up and follow the general!"

Bai Yanshou was afraid that Fang Qifo would turn around, so he turned around and yelled at the guards beside him. These elite soldiers who had survived hundreds of battles rode their horses silently to catch up with the figure in front, and many of them nodded at Bai Yanshou.

Fang Qifo in front pulled the reins and shouted, "Stop!" "What are you doing? How dare you disobey orders!" "Follow me and kill them back!" Amidst the roars, he kept looking back at the rebel soldiers who were surrounding him and fleeing.

Bai Yanshou took a breath and turned his head. Gao Keli and Zhang Jinren's troops had been gouged out by the scarlet figure. The soldiers with swords and spears were killing, marching, and killing again in an orderly manner. Only then did the young man, who had watched Fang La break through Hangzhou, feel the heart-pounding cruelty of the battlefield.

"General Bai." Qian Zhenpeng, with his head wrapped, ran over. The redness on his white scarf was spreading. He stopped and shouted, "Let's move quickly. The Song army has begun to connect on three sides."

"How long has it been..."

Bai Yanshou swallowed his saliva, and the hand holding the knife felt a little damp. Looking at the anxious faces of his subordinates, he suddenly realized: "Go! Go quickly!"

Hundreds of elite veterans led by Qian Zhenpeng hurriedly escorted him away from here. Not long after, the battle formation of the entire Fang La army began to fall into chaos.

In the front, Gao Keli and Zhang Jinren were no match for Wang Yuan's troops, and they relied on their martial arts to break out of the encirclement. On the east and west sides, Mi Quan and Huang Ai were surrounded by the Western Army. Huang Ai was defeated by Wang Huan's army. Mi Quan saw the opportunity early, abandoned his troops, and took the lead in moving in with his personal guards.

The generals who saw the flag moving also evacuated the fighting place silently. Bei Yingkui, Zhang Jian and Zhang Tao did not dare to engage in battle with the Western Army and led their troops to retreat while cursing.

Du Wei had been keeping an eye on this side during the siege. Seeing the flags of the generals disappear on the battlefield one by one, he did not dare to stay. He did not care that some of his men were still fighting under the city and ran back desperately.

The battlefield was completely broken up. When Wang Bing's central army entered the battlefield, hysterical cheers were heard from the city walls of Jiaxing.

"Send a message to Wang Ziwu in the city and ask him to clean up the battlefield. No prisoners will be taken in this battle.

In addition, we will assign corvée labor to build a high platform outside Jiaxing City to observe the surrounding situation and station troops there to prevent the enemy troops from other directions from taking advantage of the situation and escaping.”

The general in red robe turned his head to look at the east and west, and saw the two flags of "Xin" and "Yang". The corners of his mouth curled up immediately: "It seems that we can't escape the first credit."

Then he turned his horse's head and said, "Pass the order, continue the pursuit——" (End of this chapter)