Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The flaming arrows burned on the corpse, and the flames that extended over burned the fat, making a sizzling sound. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and then black mud covered it and gradually extinguished it.

The number of arrows shot from the sky had decreased, with only a few being shot over occasionally. After a moment, a few more arrows were shot out, and then soldiers came over with swords and spears, stabbing hard at the corpses at their feet.

The gun was pulled out from behind the corpse, and he walked towards the next corpse. From time to time, screams of the dying could be heard all around, and there were many Fang La soldiers pretending to be dead on the ground who had to be cleaned up.

The line of sight rose from this side and extended to the battlefield in all directions. Corpses were piled up one after another. Occasionally, a lonely corpse was thrown onto the pile. The pale skin and the mutilated body were a bit creepy at first glance.

The rebel prisoners who had discarded their weapons and were driven into heaps looked dazed and staggered among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Someone in the middle was looking at the battlefield, smelling the bloody odor and somehow he began to dry heave with a sound of "uh... um... vomit...", tears and snot flowing out at the same time.

More than ten feet away, a team covered in wounds were standing there loosely with swords, spears, bows and crossbows in hand. However, their eyes were staring at them viciously, making the prisoners shiver.

The Western Army of tens of thousands of people was still moving away from this side, and from time to time there were screams coming from the distance. They were the troops that were caught up and refused to surrender and were still resisting. They were chased and killed, and hundreds of people were killed. Then they continued to move forward.

The city crisis that lasted for nearly ten days was resolved. On the ruined city wall, Wang Ziwu, wearing a mottled armor, looked quite embarrassed. In fact, it was true. Now that the crisis was over, the commander of Jiaxing felt pain all over his body. All the worries and efforts in defending the city during this period turned into fatigue and surged into his heart.

Damn, I want to sleep...

Snap, snap——

He slapped his cheeks heavily, shook his head and stood up, looked around, and asked his personal soldiers to bring a water bag. He washed his face with cold water on the top of the city wall. When the wind blew, he felt refreshed.

"Commander-in-chief, why don't you go and take a rest? We will just watch from here."

Seeing him like this, some of his personal soldiers could not help but persuade him that the fact that Jiaxing did not fall this time was all due to the credit of their commander. Without his toiling day and night and mobilizing all the young and strong soldiers in the city to defend the city, this city, which was smaller than Hangzhou, would have long become a haven for bandits.

"No need." Wang Ziwu wiped his face and shook off the water on his hands: "You have heard the order just now. The Western Army is coming down this time, and the leader is the old lady. If the next thing can't be handled well, the seven or eight pound things on your neck and mine will be in danger."

Patting his neck with his hand, the Jiaxing commander grinned and said, "It's only half a day. I can still hold on. Now go and pass the order and have these prisoners dig pits to bury the bodies of the bandits under the city."

After a pause, the smile on his face faded, and his eyelids drooped slightly: "Then... don't take any prisoners in this battle. Let the archers prepare, and move the crossbows in the city down to avoid any accidents."

The guards standing on the top of the city wall naturally understood the meaning of these words. Although the imperial court generally would not kill officials and generals without authorization, this was not necessarily the case during wartime. Once on the battlefield, there were many means that could be used.

So even if you feel a little reluctant, you still have to do it.

Wang Ziwu looked up at the place outside the city where the Western Army was chasing and murmured, "I hope the banditry can be quelled soon."

……

More than ten miles southwest of Jiaxing, figures were running against time, and the rumbling sound of gunfire from behind urged people on horseback to run faster.

Occasionally, birds would fly up from tree branches and nests in the woods, making a fluttering sound. The pursuing troops would be killed by the fleeing general. After the clash of weapons, the scarlet soldiers were no match for the general on horseback and were killed and forced to retreat desperately. The armored knights would turn around and continue running.

From time to time, someone in the fleeing team would roar, loudly warning the figure on horseback in front that there were pursuers coming from behind. Then Fang Qifo would turn his head back from time to time to confirm whether he could get rid of the enemy. If not, he would turn his horse around and charge back, defeating the pursuing Western Army troops.

Of the 70,000 troops he marched north with this time, 60,000 were in Xiuzhou. After the defeat, the mountains and plains were filled with people. The Western Army was not a god, so no one could predict who was who. For a moment, they didn't know who was who, so the troops chasing them were much smaller than expected.

"This time when I go back, I will ask the Archbishop to make more armor...

No, let's train an army first...

No, let's first arrange the city defense of Hangzhou...

Damn, there are so many things!"

Fang Qifo's eyes were a little anxious, and he felt that time was never enough. As his body rose and fell, he narrowed his eyes slightly and then opened them again, and issued his first order since retreating: "Go to Chongde to prepare the troops!"

……

A chaotic noise spread across the dimly lit field. Countless soldiers armed with swords were chasing the fleeing soldiers in front of them. Some were caught up and hacked to death on the spot, while others were caught up and killed the Western Army soldiers who were approaching.

During the chase, people would occasionally see famous brave men in the army being killed. The shouts of "Cui Yu and Cui Huzi were killed!" and "Hero Wang Ren is dead!" would make the fleeing people wish they had two more legs.

Footsteps raised dust, and quite a few figures rushed into the forest, scraping and breaking branches with "rustling" and "crunching" sounds along the way, and dead leaves were picked up by the soles of their shoes. Two groups of fifteen or sixteen thousand people ran together, and the team of more than three thousand people ran in disarray.

The figures who were walking up and down looked at each other, somewhat incredulous about the figures they saw. Before they noticed, the wound on Qian Zhenpeng's head was blocked by the horizontal branch.

click -

The brave young man was broken into two pieces with a crisp sound. His face twitched and a trickle of blood flowed from the white scarf wrapped around his head in pain. However, he did not make a sound and turned to look at the familiar figure over there.

“…Old Qian, it’s bleeding.”

A soft Wu dialect voice came from Du Wei's mouth beside him. The general who had escaped by chance looked at Qian Zhenpeng from the side while running and raised his finger to point at his head.

Then he continued walking and stretched his neck to look at Bai Yanshou who was beside Qian Zhenpeng: "General Bai Qu is here too, ah——"

click-

A tree branch as thick as a child's arm was lying in the air. Du Wei was so busy saying hello that he didn't notice it and immediately followed Qian Zhenpeng's footsteps, with a red mark visible on his chin.

Qian Zhenpeng didn't say anything, just smiled with satisfaction, then turned around and continued running.

Bai Yanshou looked at Du Wei's embarrassed look, and couldn't help but curl his lips, then quickly smoothed them out: "General Du Qu didn't think about the situation, and he caught up with us so quickly."

Du Wei covered his chin and snorted twice, then turned around and spat, splashing bloody spit on the ground: "No matter how stupid I am, I dare not put all my energy into attacking the city at that time..."

He pushed his lower lip with his tongue, the pain made the muscles on his face twitch, and his open mouth was stained with blood: "In the end, something went wrong. Damn it, when did the government troops become so powerful!"

When he ran, hundreds of his men followed him, and along the way they met many fleeing rebel soldiers. When the defeated soldiers saw that it was the army leader, they naturally followed him, and thus they formed a team of 1,500 people.

Bai Yanshou and Qian Zhenpeng looked at each other, their expressions somewhat gloomy. The palms of their hands holding the weapons were a little sweaty due to running. They changed their hands to wipe them on their cloth clothes. Qian Zhenpeng said, "They are not the army from the southeast. I heard that their voices have a northwest accent."

"Fuck him!" Du Wei understood instantly, but this person didn't have the energy to scold him, so he said angrily: "The damn court reacted pretty quickly this time!"

The sound of clothes being caught by branches could be heard from time to time. Bai Yanshou took a breath and said, "Something is wrong this time. The court reacted too quickly. The Western Army can't advance at all if it keeps advancing like this."

Qian Zhenpeng and Du Wei said nothing, just looked at each other, distracted.

But soon, the screams coming from the front made the three brave generals of Fang La's army lose the will to speak, and their chaotic footsteps got closer and closer to the edge of the forest, and faster and faster.

The view suddenly widened. Outside the woods, crimson figures gathered together, forming a square formation and aiming at the Fang La army that was gradually stopping. The young general on horseback pointed his spear and said, "My Western Army's vanguard Wang Xun is here. Surrender quickly if you know what's good for you!"

Bai Yanshou, Du Wei and Qian Zhenpeng raised their swords and cursed, "Fuck you..."

All around, the rebels who had stopped were gasping for breath, puffs of white air were exhaled from their mouths and dispersed into the air. When they looked at each other, there was a look of fear in their eyes. Bai Yanshou and Du Wei looked at each other and nodded in unison. The former raised the big knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "The government troops want to kill us all. If we don't fight now, we will die today!"

"We, the people of Southeast, have suffered from the imperial court for a long time!" A whisper came from the mouth of the man holding the long sword. Du Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Let them see the bloodiness of us Southeast men! Fight to the death!"

Under the slanting light, there was some silence all around. Suddenly, someone raised his weapon and said, "My family has been breached by the Yingfeng Bureau. I only have this one life. At most, let them take it!"

Bai Yanshou, Du Wei and Qian Zhenpeng were overjoyed when they heard this. At this moment, this remark could be regarded as a fanning point...ah, bah, it was extremely inspiring.

Qian Zhenpeng turned his head and took a peek, and recognized the other person, a young commander named Xu Ding.

Amidst the gasps, a soldier raised his sword and said, "Five of my eight family members were killed."

bang——

He pounded his chest fiercely: "Today, I will take revenge or die!"

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"Yes, fight them."

"Kill these rednecks!"

The people who had been suppressed for a long time suddenly shouted and opened their mouths. Many men had ferocious expressions on their faces, their faces turned red, and they glared fiercely at Wang Xun opposite them.

Bai Yanshou saw the opportunity and took advantage of the high morale, and quickly swung the knife in his hand forward: "Kill——"

Qian Zhenpeng raised his broadsword. Du Wei held a long sword in one hand and a flying knife in the other, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Kill—"

"kill--"

The high-pitched voices intertwined and shook the sky. Countless arms raised weapons and mallets and rushed forward bravely. Xu Ding took the opportunity to run to Bai Yanshou and Du Wei and said, "The road ahead is blocked. I am willing to break through with the two generals!"

"That's great, follow me and find a way to kill that general!"

Bai Yanshou swung the knife in his hand, and he and Du Wei rushed out first, followed by Xu Ding and Qian Zhenpeng from the left and right.

"You are stubborn and unrepentant." Wang Xun raised his eyebrows and swung his spear on his horse: "Kill the bandits and destroy the bandits!"

"kill--"

The Western Army soldiers roared and marched forward in a row. The flying arrows fell into the crowd in front of them, causing a few screams. The faces of the running figures became more ferocious and crazy. Many of those who were hit by arrows seemed to be unaware and rushed forward desperately just to
At the moment of close combat, shields were instantly raised to block the weapons that were chopping down. Many people were hit by wooden hammers and their bodies swayed. Then long spears and iron spears stretched out from behind and pierced into people's bodies. The moment they were pulled out, they brought out a puff of blood.

However, there were also people who couldn't pull it out, and their expressions suddenly changed. A voice of "Kill!" came from the front.

"Damn it, let go!"

"Cut him down!"

Amidst the shouts, the dying man held tightly with both hands the gun and spear shafts that had pierced his body. When the man behind the shield in front opened his shield and swung his sword, the rebels who came from behind rushed forward, and the weapons they smashed down with a whistling sound hit the bodies of the Song soldiers. Blood spurted out in front of their eyes, and the man holding the long weapon fell down with a strange curl of his mouth.

"Don't be afraid! Fight them!"

The sounds of fighting and shouting came from the mouths of the rebels. Many of those who rushed forward desperately were bandits who were fearless and ruthless. Now their way forward was blocked, and they were pursued from behind. They were also stimulated by the words just now, and their blood immediately boiled over.

He really was fighting with the idea that even if he died, he would take someone with him.

Next to them, Bai Yanshou was in the front, Xu Ding and Du Wei were guarding the left and right, and Qian Zhenpeng followed behind and charged forward like a sharp knife. With the flash of swords, soldiers of the Western Army were constantly chopped to the ground. The four of them struggled forward.

When the blade of a knife was broken, he picked it up from the ground and continued fighting without caring about the knives and guns.

"What a thief!"

Wang Xun was riding on a horse, and originally thought that the enemy had few weapons and that his soldiers could easily defeat this group of bandits. However, he never expected that the enemy was willing to exchange their lives for theirs. Their madness was revealed, and they were so ruthless that they could be so cruel even if it meant the death of three or five men to kill one soldier of the Western Army.

When he saw the four bandit generals rushing into the formation, the vanguard could no longer sit still. He kicked his horse's belly and rode forward.

Over there, Bai Yanshou killed the Western Army soldier in front of him with a single blow. Seeing Wang Xun approaching, he immediately shouted, "The enemy general has moved. Kill him!"

"kill--"

A hoarse voice rose to the sky, Du Wei's face was covered in blood, his right hand kept slashing, but his left hand was always holding two throwing knives and never raised.

Staring at the general who was rushing towards him.

……

Further away, more than 150 figures holding crossbows, with long swords and bone flowers hanging from their waists were quietly lying on the top of the hill.

A short figure jumped over from the side, and the moment he squatted down, he could see a few pieces of dead bark hanging above his head: "What's wrong?"

Yang Lin and Ma Lin were startled, turned around and saw that it was Shi Qian, exhaled, and glared at him: "You idiot, you walk without making any sound."

Shi Qian just smiled and said nothing.

Ma Lin looked at him and asked, "How did you get here? Did no one find you?"

"I came from the treetops. Don't worry, no one is watching." Shi Qian pointed upwards, "I looked from a high place. There aren't many Song soldiers chasing us. There's only the Wang's unit. What's going on?"

After hearing this, the two men turned around and nodded their heads: "A fight has started. Judging from the situation, Fang La's army is in great trouble."

"So..." Shi Qian wiped the sweat off his head: "Are we just going to stand here and watch?"

Yang Lin and Ma Lin glanced at Li Zhu. Yang Lin nodded and said softly, "If there is no change..."

Ma Lin chuckled, sat cross-legged on the ground, and played with his crossbow: "Let's just watch the show." (End of this chapter)