Chapter Eighty-Seven: Wu San Dog Trades Life for Life
Shi Jin and the brothers on the city wall fell silent, watching the hundred or so brothers who had defected to the enemy below, gorging themselves on food and drink. For some reason, Shi Jin's eyes kept lingering on Wu Sanlang, watching as he snatched a wine jug from the soldiers' hands, opened it and drank greedily, watching as he and his troops toasted each other with the jug, watching as they tore at large chunks of beef and mutton like starving demons, stuffing their faces with the delicious food and downing all the fine wine in one gulp.
Shi Jin looked at Wu Sanlang holding up the wine jar, and inadvertently thought of the scene when he first came to the mountain. At that time, Wu Sanlang was following Chen Da and had just met Shi Jin for the first time. That evening, at the banquet, Wu Sanlang was only serving as a companion, pouring wine for Shi Jin and his three elder brothers. Shi Jin saw that he poured wine with quick movements and did things in a bold style, so he invited him to drink together from one jar. When Wu Sanlang took over the small wine jar handed over by Shi Jin at that time, it was just like now, opening the seal and drinking mouth to mouth, big mouthfuls of liquor, even the wine spilling out of his mouth and wetting his clothes, he didn't notice at all.
That day, Shi Jin advised him to drink slowly, but Wu Sanlang drank it all in one gulp, and put the wine jar on the ground lightly, saying: "The most beautiful thing is for heroes to gather together, with wine to express their hearts, and to drink painfully to show their true meaning!" This sentence of elegant words was spoken from his mouth in a heroic tone, and immediately made Zhu Wu and others shout good.
But at this moment, is Wu Song still the same as before? Shi Jin looked and looked, but felt a little inexplicable sadness, for the changes in the world, and also for the unorthodox hearts of people.
Men Duo looked at them eating and drinking with relish, then raised his head again, casting a cold smile at Shi Jin. The implication of that smile was all too clear: "food for the doomed" was an insult. However, the two armies were separated by a great distance, and Shi Jin couldn't see it. The two armies stood facing each other in silence, without a single murmur or word being spoken. The only sounds were the loud eating and drinking of Wu Song's group at the front, and the bubbling of the soup in the pot.
Just as everyone had gotten used to the dull and tasteless quiet, most of the officers and soldiers were yawning with sleepy eyes and tired hearts. However, Shi Jin saw Wu Sanlang pick up another jar of wine. At this moment, Wu Sanlang was already staggering, seemingly unable to distinguish east from south, clearly having had too much to drink. But just as that group of brothers were getting drunk and making fools of themselves, Wu Sanlang blended in with them, pouring all the wine into his mouth, savoring every last drop, looking like he would never drink again in this lifetime. That lingering attachment, that tragic heroism, seemed to appear out of nowhere. But this time, he was facing Shi Jin from afar, intentionally or unintentionally. He got drunk, and when he finished the last sip of wine, he could barely hold onto the jar.
At this moment, Meng Dujiang looked at Wu Sangui's defeated troops with a drunken and ugly appearance, and his face involuntarily floated up with a layer of proud tone. At this time, he was no longer ridiculing these people, but ridiculing Shi Jin on the city wall who had been hiding in silence, laughing at the guards who had been silent all along, laughing that Mount Shaohua had such a group of muddy brothers, and laughing that Mount Shaohua was just such a brotherly affection that forgot righteousness for profit. He proudly looked at Shi Jin, and his heart involuntarily became complacent, thinking that even if Jiuyin Long was powerful, he could only bring out such a group of clowns, how could they withstand the sword and iron hooves of the great Song Dynasty!
At this moment, Shi Jin's sharp eyes suddenly widened because he saw Wu San Dog borrowing the wine gesture to draw out the secret signal of Shao Hua Mountain. Although Shi Jin couldn't see his hand movements clearly, but his gestures were clearly conveying two bloody words - Farewell!
Shi Jin's heart skipped a beat, and then he saw Wu Sanlang and the hundred or so brothers momentarily stunned. Suddenly, an unexpected scene unfolded in the camp of the government soldiers, and Shi Jin's heart tightened again. In that instant, Wu Sanlang and the hundred or so brothers let out a loud shout, and just as their voices stunned the government soldiers, Wu Sanlang used all his might to smash the wine jar at Director Meng, while the hundred or so brothers also flung their jars at the high-ranking military officers riding tall horses.
Many of the Song Dynasty's generals were blinded by the previous overly peaceful illusion, and when faced with this sudden attack, few people could have anticipated it, let alone react in time. Nearly a hundred wine jars came flying down from the sky in an instant, smashing into the faces of those generals, sending shards and blood flying everywhere within five paces. However, Meng Dujuan was after all a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, his own generals couldn't dodge in time, but he possessed extraordinary reflexes, at this critical moment although it was already too late to draw his sword, he skillfully swung his arm to shield himself, and with a hidden exertion of strength from both legs, he firmly held onto his mount.
But unexpectedly, another unexpected event occurred. Just as Meng Dujuan's fist smashed Wu Sangou into his wine jar, shattering it, his momentum had just ended, but behind the wine jar, more than a dozen cold and shiny flying knives suddenly flashed out. At this moment, Meng Dujuan could hardly recognize the flying knives, let alone have the skill to intercept them. The desire to survive made him subconsciously lean back, fortunately, he had tightened his legs around the horse's belly just now, so he didn't fall off the horse due to the sudden movement. But when his back was pressed against the horse's buttocks, he still suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest and shoulders, two flying knives had pierced him, and fresh blood flew out.
Meng Du's side was still relatively good, but those columned soldiers standing on either side of the commander-in-chief had not yet reacted to what was happening. They only saw a flash before their eyes, and then there were knife blades piercing through armor and straight into their abdomens. Some didn't even have time to make a sound before they fell off their horses with fatal injuries. In an instant, the vanguard of the government soldiers was suddenly attacked by Wu Sanlang and his men, and they immediately became disordered. At this moment, Wu Sanlang and the hundred or so brothers he brought with him didn't show any signs of drunkenness at all. The ugly appearance earlier was just a deliberate act to deceive the government soldiers. Now, their movements were swift and precise, making the government soldiers feel chilled to the bone.
Wu San Gou and others shot a flying knife, immediately another wave of people also pushed the big pot together, taking advantage of the splashing hot soup to suddenly open up a gap in the Pu Dao Bing array that was protecting the generals. Wu San Gou and others had long been determined to die, with one heart wanting to kill those arrogant and forgetful generals, as the saying goes "hit the snake at seven inches, capture the king first", they fought with their lives, where did they still care about the scalding hot water on the ground. One by one, like evil spirits, they picked up burning firewood and rushed towards the Pu Dao Bing broken array, killing anyone who came in sight of the nearby generals.
