Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Woo, woo——

The sounds of horns of varying lengths echoed on the battlefield. The Western Army had an overall advantage at this time. Many people were startled when they suddenly heard the sound and could not help but look back. In the chaotic battlefield, golden light flashed fleetingly in the gaps between people, and screams and the occasional crossbow arrows flying across the sky were reflected in their pupils.

As for Wang Xun's Yongle Army and others, some of them naturally noticed the chaos behind the enemy's formation.

"Vanguard, there is a sneak attack from behind! (General Qu, there is support from the enemy's rear!)"

The shouts rang out at the same time, and different emotions rose in the hearts of Wang Xun, Bai Yanshou, Du Wei and others. The people in the field couldn't help but look at each other, and "Kill--" a louder shout broke out at the same time.

Wang Xun held a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. He stood up and stabbed the gun straight forward. The guards around him shouted and followed him fiercely.

The four men over there were panting heavily and waving their long swords desperately to block. The sound of metal clashing rang out frequently. The obviously exhausted general of the Yongle Army was beaten back again, and his arms felt a little numb.

The noise here was like a signal. The fighting on the battlefield turned brutal. The influx of Fang La soldiers was seriously exhausted. The Western Army took advantage of their rest and rushed out of the gaps in waves, cutting and surrounding the Yongle Army's disorganized formation. However, the rebel soldiers who had no way to retreat became ferocious and exchanged their lives for theirs. The Western Army could not achieve full success for a while.

Shouts tore through the sky.

Amidst the bloody fight, the figure with the sword shadow and gold made a zigzag shape. The navy under Zhang Shun followed up with long-range shots and close-range slashes. The entire formation of the Western Army at the rear was caught off guard by the unexpected attack, and chaos spread immediately.

Screams, body parts, and blood spread out along Li Zu's footsteps, occasionally reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. They were not very conspicuous in the crimson crowd, but they were not difficult to spot.

Many commanders and guards who were proud of their bravery stepped forward to stop them. Their figures turned, and the hand holding the scabbard would first extend a little, and then a cold light would draw an arc in an instant, and blood marks would appear on the body. The Song army generals who were holding their wrists and wailing were knocked to the ground by Zhang Shun who followed behind with a knife.

The sticky blood splashed on the faces of the people around with the sound of wind blowing on the clothes. The golden light in the front pointed a sword at the Western Army soldier who was rushing towards him, and with a choke sound, the spear was deflected. The scabbard was swung as the arm, and it hit the side of the face with a bang. The whole person flew out sideways and lay on the ground twitching.

The Western Army soldiers around, holding their weapons, had already sensed the enemy rushing nearby. When they hurried over, a burst of crossbow arrows shot from the opposite side, and they screamed "Aiya——" and fell backwards.

A man holding a sword and wearing a leather helmet flew into the formation, and with the flash of his sword, he killed the man on the spot. His slender eyes scanned and he was already looking at Wang Xun's general flag.

"General Song, your head has been temporarily stored for a while, please return it to me!"

In the twilight, sounds echoed in the battlefield. The huge noise continued in this area. There were the sounds of weapons colliding and footsteps stomping on the ground. Wang Xun took frantic steps and fired a shot. Xu Ding and Du Wei blocked with their swords. Qian Zhenpeng's face was covered in blood. Bai Yanshou's panting could be heard during the fight.

The sound made the young man's face change. The guards in the back shouted "Stop him!" and then he shouted "Kill!" and rushed forward.

Yang Lin and Ma Lin ran very fast. They pulled out the thunder fireballs from their waists, lit them, and threw them out fiercely.

hiss--

The elliptical sphere with a burning fuse rolled in the air, and Li Zu in front changed his figure and turned tacitly.

The blood drained from the faces of the Western Army soldiers who were rushing to intercept them. They were all frequent visitors to the battlefield, so how could they not recognize this thing? Even if the burning thing on the opposite side did not look like a ball, it was still something that could kill people.

“Hide—”

The running figure let out a broken roar, and desperately jumped to the side and lay down.

boom--

boom--

The two explosions were like thunderbolts, and shrapnel and iron sheets flew everywhere, leaving blood marks on the human body in an instant. Screams were heard, and Li Zhu's graceful figure started again, running through the lying crowd without touching the ground.

This instantaneous explosion attracted the attention of people around the battlefield. The soldiers of Yongle Army didn't know what had happened, but the people of the Western Army were all shocked, wondering who brought such a powerful battlefield weapon as the Thunderbolt Fireball.

"General Song! Bring me the head!"

The cold wind was whistling, the smell of gunpowder drifted into the nose, the surging crowd was swaying, a powerful voice exploded, a figure holding a long sword suddenly came into view, the figure in scarlet clothes was about to get up, the next moment, the Qi army soldiers swept over and stabbed down with swords and spears.

A short scream sounded, and the footsteps did not stop, continuing to run forward, while the brave soldier with the thunder fireball lit the fuse and threw it out.

There were several more loud bangs, and screams continued to echo in the sky. Amidst the flying shrapnel, the team of people rushed rapidly towards the fighting figures under the general's banner.

boom--

Wang Xun swung his spear and sword, slashing and smashing left and right with the sharp blades, and his personal soldiers cooperated to force back the Yongle soldiers in front of him. Then he stopped and stepped back a few steps, his chest heaving slightly. The explosion just now made him uneasy, and he quickly took advantage of the gap to look back, and immediately saw Li Zhu, who was less than ten feet away.

The figure holding the sword over there had an unstable body shape. Every time he started to attack, he would first knock the scabbard against the side of the weapon that was coming at him. At the moment the weapon was tilted, his body moved like a dragon or snake. In an instant, the blade kissed the neck of the soldier behind him. When the blood spurted out, the figure had already passed the scarlet figure.

"Where did the strong man come from?"

Wang Xun's eyes widened with an expression of inexplicable fear, and he quickly adjusted his posture to face the rear. In his sight, the running figures were staring at him, and the soldiers following behind him were firing crossbows and fireballs to both sides, suppressing the Western Army soldiers and preventing them from getting close.

Bai Yanshou swung his sword and killed a guard in front of him. He staggered, took a deep breath, and stood up. Looking at the approaching figure, a trace of doubt flashed through his mind, but he still shouted loudly: "Reinforcements are coming, kill the government troops and go home!"

"go home……"

"go home--"

Sparse responses were heard, and gradually everyone was roaring, and fighting figures rushed forward.

In the fierce fighting group, the enemy and our side were crowded together, and the whole offensive and defensive situation suddenly became chaotic. Li Zu rushed over more than ten feet, swung his sword, and killed the general in iron armor without stopping.

Under the dim light, the brave general of the Western Army watched the figure killing people. He did not dare to rely on his armor to ignore the long sword coming from the opposite side, so he quickly stabbed forward with his spear.

The long sword wrapped with gold thread did not collide head-on, but retracted and the scabbard was raised diagonally.

Clang——

A huge force came from the contact point. Wang Xun was out of breath and was knocked aside, leaving the goal wide open.

Tread-

The sound of the toes tapping the ground was clearly audible at this moment, as if stepping on Wang Xun's heartbeat.

The Western Army general's pupils shrank, and the long sword in his other hand slashed outward fiercely.

He took a step and turned over, the cold air emitted by the protective sword passed over the tip of his nose, and as his body turned, he raised his arm upwards.

"Uh……"

The instinct in the life-and-death struggle made the young man try to turn his body. A cold light shot up from his cheeks, and a burning pain shot up from his chin.

when--

There was a slight sound of metal clashing, and a round object was suddenly thrown into the air at an angle.

"Hmm?" Li Zhu snorted and turned his gaze to see a bloody wound on one side of Wang Xun's cheek, which went from the bottom to the temple.

Bang!

The iron helmet hit the hard ground with a few crisp sounds, and blood flowed down his chin like a stream, leaving a trail of blood. There was fear in Wang Xun's eyes.

Almost...

He almost had his face chopped off!
How on earth does this guy use the sword? !

"I have some skills."

He said something, and glanced at the soldier rushing towards him through his narrow slits. He raised the scabbard in his hand, deflected the sword and turned his body. A line of blood spurted out from his neck along with a flash of golden light.

As the corpse fell forward, the light from the long sword pointed at the young man in the blood-stained robe again: "Try to take a few more strikes!" "Protect the vanguard!"

The personal guards around him were shocked when they saw this. If their commander was killed in the battle, the battlefield here would change in an instant, and it would be a problem for how many of them could escape. So they slashed fiercely at the people in front of them and turned around to help.

"Come back to me!"

"Little Bi Yangzi, where are you going!"

Bai Yanshou, Du Wei, Qian Zhenpeng and Xu Ding were not willing to do that. Their tired bodies were suddenly filled with energy and they pounced forward viciously. Several Western Army soldiers were in a state of confusion and were immediately chopped to the ground.

On the opposite side, there was a roar of explosion, and dozens of people in the smoke and dust came over with Ma Lin and Yang Lin cutting through the waves. Someone wanted to stop them, but let out a painful "Ah--" and was shot over by a crossbow.

The next moment, Jin Baozi, who had thrown away his crossbow, jumped up, shot and killed the guards who were running towards Li Zhu, and shouted, "All of you, stay here!"

Blood splashed on the man's face. Ma Lin slashed with his two swords and knocked the man down on the other side. He stared at the soldier holding the general's flag and moved his legs: "Follow me to seize the flag!"

The navy soldiers who followed immediately raised their spears and charged directly towards the protected flag bearer.

Zhang Shun stayed behind, loudly commanding his navy to block the surrounding Western Army soldiers. A group of men who had been fighting on the water all day took turns to provide cover, and relying on crossbows and two divine arm bows, they were able to hold their own for a while.

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It's too late to say it, but it's too late to say it.

The sudden change in the battle situation around him made Wang Xun furious. He looked around and suddenly shouted, "You bastards! Stop looking down on me."

With a murderous spear and a long sword protecting it, he rushed towards Li Zhu with the clanging of iron armor.

"Well done!"

He shouted, and then stabbed with the sword in his hand. The sword dotted up and down, floating above the exposed skin of the person.

The young man from the Western Army on the opposite side suddenly felt a tingling pain in his skin. He tried to block a few swords with difficulty, and suddenly there were several bloody wounds on his hands and face.

"Vanguard, retreat!"

Three anxious people broke through Yang Lin's defense line, holding shields and swords, and rushed towards Li Zu.

Mr. Jin Jian's expression remained unchanged. He spun on his feet and kicked the figure who was rushing towards him with a shield.

boom--

The soldier holding the shield was kicked and stopped, and Li Zhu used the force to leap back three to five feet. Wang Xun also staggered back a few steps, gasping for breath, and sweating all over. The fierce attack just now almost killed him on the spot.

"what--"

The screams brought the frightened general back to his senses. In his pupils, he saw the sword light passing through the soldiers. The broken limbs and blood flew into the sky in his eyes. The slender eyes met his gaze again.

Damn...

Wang Xun gritted his teeth and looked at the rapidly approaching figure, knowing that he couldn't run at this distance.

He exerted force with his hand, grasped the gun and rushed forward, sweeping it fiercely. He saw the figure on the other side turn sideways, and the gun had swept over the top of Li Zhu's back. He was startled for a moment, and did not dare to respond as before. He lowered his protective sword and stabbed the opponent's chest with it.

The wrist holding the scabbard turned.

choke--

He sheathed his protective sword and took a step forward.

puff--

The bloody tip of the sword pierced through the back of the neck.

"Uh... huh..."

White mist floated from the open lips. Wang Xun looked down and saw blood flowing down the sharp edge of the sword. Between the guard with gold ornaments and gold wire and the hilt was a white hand.

Tick-tick-tick——

A pool of blood the size of a cup gathered on the ground.

laugh--

The arm retracted, and without the sword blocking the wound, a puff of hot blood spurted into the air with a "hiss". The figure with lifeless eyes fell to the ground with a bang, and blood gushed out quickly, forming a pool of blood in an instant.

"Your commander is dead! Why don't you surrender now?"

Bai Yanshou, Du Wei, Zhang Shun and others were overjoyed when they saw this and shouted out immediately. The people nearby who heard it instinctively slowed down their hands and feet and were immediately chopped to the ground. More shouts were heard.

It was at this time that the soldier guarding the big flag couldn't help but take a look, and the scene he saw made him stunned.

How could Ma Lin and others give up such an opportunity? They swung their swords with all their might. There was a burst of "bang, bang, bang" of weapons colliding, and occasional short screams.

The Iron Flute Immortal endured a knife wound on his shoulder armor, and then he chopped the people and the flagpole with his two swords. With a "crack" sound, blood splattered on his face, making his handsome face look more hideous.

"The flag is broken!"

"The Vanguard is dead! The Vanguard is dead—"

Chaotic shouts broke out in the army, and the situation that had originally had the upper hand suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse. Many people saw that the situation was not good and immediately fled in all directions.

On the battlefield, the Yongle Army soldiers who thought they were doomed to die were immediately inspired when they saw this. They found strength from nowhere in their seriously injured bodies and rushed forward to chop the men to the ground. However, they were at a disadvantage in the previous fight and were unable to stop a few of them. More than half of the Western Army soldiers fled in all directions.

Bai Yanshou and Du Wei leaned on their swords, panting heavily. Seeing the chaos in the distance, they could neither stop it nor speak. They looked up at the people rushing into the battle array with great effort, and stood up with all their strength. With their legs exhausted, they walked to a place not far from Li Zhu and the others, clasping their fists and saying, "Thank you for your help. I wonder which general in the army you are?"

The sounds of fighting subsided, and in the dim light, figures were running everywhere. Zhang Shun, Ma Lin, Yang Lin and others did not order a pursuit, but instead tried their best to gather their soldiers to prevent these people from getting too excited and running after others.

Li Zhu looked at Bai Yanshou, Qian Zhenpeng, Du Wei, and Xu Ding meaningfully, and finally stopped his gaze at Bai and Du. He pointed with his finger and said, "This is not the place to talk. Do you really want to greet each other here?"

Du Wei was also looking at the other side. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and moved closer to Bai Yanshou: "He is not one of ours."

Bai Yanshou tilted his head slightly to look at him, and seeing that he was serious, thoughts raced through his mind, and he nodded slightly, smiling, "How can we talk at this time? Please wait a moment, hero."

Then he turned around and ordered Qian Zhenpeng and Xu Ding: "Quickly call back those who can still move, and don't chase them too far."

However, before he could finish his words, a flaring arrow made a sharp sound in the dark sky.

Li Zhu's smile froze for a moment, and he said, "The situation has changed. Perhaps the Western Army is chasing us."

The Fang La soldiers over there turned around and looked over.

Mr. Jin Jian pointed behind him and said, "We should leave now."

After saying that, he turned around and left on his own. Zhang Shun and others quickly commanded their navy to lift the dead and take them away from here first.

Bai Yanshou and the other three looked at each other, not daring to stay any longer. They shouted twice, and someone blew the bamboo whistle used for communication in Fang La's army. Amid the sharp urging sound, the figures, nearly half of whom had been killed, began to run reluctantly, completely ignoring the wounded soldiers lying on the ground groaning.

As the sky darkened and night fell, the torches formed a fire dragon and rushed towards this side, followed by angry roars. (End of this chapter)