Under the noon sun, the shouts from both sides reverberated in front of the formation.
Enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens, only punishing the evil leaders and sparing those who surrendered. When Liangshan had more than five times the number of people surrounding Zhu Jia Village, such words were not without deterrence.
On the other side of the stone wall, Zhu Biao suddenly said, "You're afraid!" Such a response was not out of Song Jiang and Wu Yong's expectations, but it was not unreasonable for Wu Yong to insist on saying these words in front of the battle.
In terms of psychological attacks, the other party had already attacked Liangshan's military formation in just three days. If they shouted at the front of the formation, whatever the other party said would inevitably affect their side. However, the current situation on his side was already like this. In the next battle, they would basically rely on the number of people and the wits of the leaders to suppress the tumbling hearts of the people below. In any case, when most of the people's families were still in Liangshan, they would still be able to fight. It was just a matter of how strong they were.
On the other hand, the Zhu Clan had more than three thousand people, but they had never used psychological tactics. Shouting out their words and using their numbers to pressure the Zhu Clan, even if not many of them were shaken, it was still a considerable proportion to the Zhu Clan. The current situation was equivalent to exchanging blood and stabbing each other. Wu Yong believed that his side could gain an advantage.
Wu Yong's idea actually made sense. Even if he pulled Ning Yi over, he would probably only say, "Learn cooking from me." However, if he could have seen the ecstatic look on Zhu Biao's face when Song Jiang spoke, then rushed up to pull his brother Zhu Long aside and said, "It's my turn, it's my turn." Perhaps he would have regretted it earlier.
"You're scared!"
Sinking his Qi into his Dantian, Zhu Biao bellowed in a deep voice, his voice reverberating throughout the entire arena.
"Song Jiang, what are you afraid of? Didn't you want to slaughter my Lone Dragon Mound? "
Song Jiang's voice came from the other side. "You're already at the end of your rope, yet you still don't know your limits. Look at how many people are in front of you! Today, we are here to enforce justice on behalf of the heavens! Only the mastermind would be executed! This Zhu family, Zhu Chaofeng, Zhu Long … "
"… Now it's only the leader of the evildoers, why!? Look at Liangshan, look at the head of the red-haired ghost, Liu Tang! You're already fighting amongst yourselves. Do you think the people below don't know? You have killed so many people of my Lone Dragon Gang, including my relatives, brothers, wives, and children! You're scared now! "
"… The Primordial Thunderclap Hand Technique that killed my brothers, as long as you offer me the heads of these people, you can become the leader of Mount Liang!"
"… Haha, you are afraid of our military advisor! Look, it's three days! What have you become? Look at the people around you … Wu Yong, our military advisor asked me to tell you something. He said that teachers should go home and take care of their children! How could he speak now? Stupid — "
Wu Yong, who was sitting on the horse next to him, had his veins bulging. However, these words were meant for the people in Zhu Jia Village who were uncertain and might be frightened by the comparison of strength. Song Jiang spread his hands.
"We have twenty thousand brothers, and you three thousand old and weak! I, 'Hu Baoyi' Song Jiang, am benevolent and will only give you one last chance. This is your family! Come and take a look! "
The hundreds of captives from the Zhu Clan and Hu Clan had already been escorted to one side of the camp. Up above, Zhu Biao laughed out loud. "Since you've killed your way in, how could we have a way out? But you have hostages, do you think I don't? Come and take a look, these are your brothers! Bring 'Thunderfire' Qin Ming here first. Since you dared to kill my family, I will kill your brothers one by one! "
In front of them, the person who was tied up and gagged was Qin Ming. Song Jiang reined in his horse and sneered. "The world knows that I, Song Jiang, am benevolent and righteous. Go and ask, I am not someone who kills indiscriminately! All of your family members are here. If you are willing to surrender to my Liangshan and gather together, your family members will be spared from death. Otherwise, when my twenty thousand brothers trample the Zhu Jia Village today, those who are unclaimed will be killed! That's all I have to say — "
As he said this, he pulled out the saber from his waist and pointed it at the sky. Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden change on the stone wall, blocking everyone's charge.
On the stone wall, Qin Ming, who had been tied up and brought here, suddenly stood up and broke the ropes on his body. With a fierce punch, he smashed a villager next to him into the village. The rest of the people rushed forward, but Qin Ming's martial arts were very strong. Three or two villager were pushed aside by him. He grabbed a steel saber and was about to rush out of the stone wall.
The Zhu Jia Village's stone wall could be considered a rather sturdy barrier in the vicinity, but it was only about twenty feet tall. It would not be a problem for experts with high martial arts skills to jump down. However, as he struggled, Zhu Biao was beside him and blocked him with a spear. On the other side, Luan Tingyu had also rushed over. Qin Ming had just escaped and was not very agile, so he was immediately hit. At this time, Hua Rong drew his bow and was about to charge. The others were also about to shout and charge to save Qin Ming. It was also at this time that Qin Ming pulled out the cloth in his mouth.
"Huyan Zhuo —"
This name resounded throughout the battlefield. However, Huyan Zhuo had gone to the Wan Jia Ridge battlefield. No one knew what this name meant here. But immediately after, his words made many people's hair stand on end.
"… Guan Sheng! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go — "
A line of blood sprayed into the sky. Luan Tingyu's rod and Zhu Biao's spear had killed Qin Ming on the stone wall. His corpse flew back to the Zhu Manor. Zhu Biao turned around. His face was already sprayed with blood. He raised his spear and shouted savagely, "Come on —"
No one paid attention to him.
The crowd had already drawn their weapons and were about to charge, but at this moment, they couldn't help but look toward the hill to the east. Under the sunlight, there was also an army gathered there. Flags fluttered in the wind. In front of the formation were several leading generals, and the one at the very top was "Big Saber" Guan Sheng.
Yan Qing was riding on a warhorse beside him. This prodigal son, who was familiar with everyone on Mount Liang, had come to chat with him and was riding side by side with him.
Not many people could describe the feelings of the generals in the army at this time. In reality, the first thing that most people thought was that they had fallen into the enemy's trap. Some people thought that Guan Sheng was doomed, but a small number thought that perhaps this was the truth? The smart people in the army could no longer figure out what was true and what was false at this time. The soldiers were confused by this unforeseen event. Beside Song Jiang, Wu Yong's lips were also trembling. He didn't know what to say. Some gloomy and miserable things fell from the sky, causing a chill to run down his spine. What came from the opposite side was the evil laughter of the devil.
Among the crowd, the one with the most complicated expression was probably Guan Sheng, who was on the hill. Just now, he had already raised the Azure Dragon Saber in his hand, and then he was also stunned by this scene. He had always claimed to be the descendant of Guan Yu and carried the name of benevolence and righteousness. But at this time, what could be said had nothing to do with his thoughts. Qin Ming was dead, and everyone would look over. He opened his mouth and then subconsciously turned his head to look at Yan Qing beside him.
On the warhorse beside him, Yan Qing also seemed to be stunned. Then, he slowly turned his head. The two of them looked at each other with complicated gazes. Yan Qing used his peripheral vision to look at the long saber that he had already raised.
In front of the two armies, time stopped for a second under the gaze of everyone. Then, with a ping sound, Yan Qing drew his saber, and Guan Sheng swung his saber. The two of them exchanged a move. Guan Sheng's horse was the strongest. Although Yan Qing's martial arts were high, he was ultimately not at this level. The warhorse beneath him neighed and staggered a few steps to the side. Yan Qing had even fallen off the horse and stood on the grassy slope, holding his saber horizontally. Just like that, he looked from bottom to top at Guan Sheng.
When the suspicions were formed, the distance between the two of them was really too close.
"It wasn't me —"
Finally, from the hillside came Guan Sheng's aggrieved and teeth-gnashing roar.
"It wasn't him, it wasn't him, sowing discord, sowing discord …" Wu Yong muttered, the blood vessels on his forehead bulging. He almost couldn't control the horse beneath him. At this time, he had already realized that he had fallen into a trap again. At this time, he could finally feel that the other party had calculated almost all the steps. Starting from three days ago, with every step he took, he stepped into a trap. With every step he took, he stepped into an additional trap. This was a true chain reaction. The mud around him was like a swamp. His performance … was really as clumsy as a child's.
… How could he speak? Stupid …
He strove to get closer to Song Jiang and grabbed his sleeve.
"It's a trap, not Brother Guan. Attack, attack … They're three thousand, we're twenty thousand. They're three thousand, we're twenty thousand …"
"They're three thousand, we're twenty thousand." This was what he had wanted Song Jiang to emphasize in front of the crowd.
But this time, before Song Jiang could speak, on the slope to the west, Lin Chong raised his spear and his voice resounded, "Brother Qin has been deceived. How can we fall for this sowing discord? Brothers, we have twenty thousand people against three thousand old and weak. They're already afraid. Let's flatten this place! "After saying this, he roared and led the soldiers under his command to charge forward.
"I'll kill you scoundrels —" On the hill to the east, Guan Sheng was ashamed and resentful. He raised his saber and spurred his horse forward, but the soldiers behind him hesitated for a moment before finally following. At this time, a shout came from the stone wall, "Patrol Officer Guan! Come to the manor gate! Patrol Officer Guan! Come to the manor gate! " When the crowd saw him spurring his horse forward while the soldiers behind him were left behind, they fell silent for a moment. But this scene only lasted for a moment. Soon after, the Liangshan soldiers surged toward the Zhu Manor …
The first wave of arrows whistled across the sky, splashing blood in the crowd on both sides. Outside the stone wall, the surging soldiers of Liangshan Mountain lifted simple ladders made of logs and pushed them up the wall. Boiling water and burning rattan balls dipped in oil began to be thrown out from the wall. As the flames rolled, black smoke rose. The battle had finally begun, and it was no longer something that could be stopped by human strength.
Under the sunlight of the battle formation, Wu Yong looked at the turbulent scene and felt that the light was slightly dazzling. He swayed slightly on his horse and then fell off under everyone's gaze.
Song Jiang and the others hurriedly helped him to lie down under a tree not far away. After pinching his philtrum for a while, he slowly woke up. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the seemingly huge battlefield. Voices came from afar. The people in the Zhu Manor were shouting desperately as they fought. They were shouting that the imperial army was about to arrive, that Liangshan was already divided, that some of the chieftains had already surrendered, and that they could clear their name by killing the Liangshan soldiers. They were shouting the price of the heads of each level …
"Brother Gongming, cough … Wu Yong is incompetent. I didn't guess it correctly … I didn't guess anything correctly …" He leaned against the tree trunk and saw countless figures rushing past. "I've never heard of … such a battle …"
The endless sounds of fighting drowned out his words …
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