身影混乱冲撞，拳风呼啸，血花绽放在眼前，人的身体撞上树干，冲破乱草，在月夜下，将战局延绵开去，只留下斑斑血迹。

Figures clashed in a chaotic melee, fists whistled through the air, and blood blossomed before their eyes. Bodies slammed into tree trunks, crashed through tangled weeds, and under the moonlight, the battle stretched out, leaving only scattered splatters of blood.

“Go!”

Those besieged in this onslaught were not alone, but two. It was because of this that the battle had been sustained for so long, even until...the sounds of fighting reached them from the mountainside.

With a bang, he blocked a headbutt from Wu Song, and before the fist could land on his abdomen, he sent Wu Song flying. Then came a series of grappling moves, locking Wu Song's arm while pulling him forward to slam into a tree. Wu Song braced himself against the tree trunk with one hand, while violently freeing his arm with the other, unleashing a barrage of heavy punches. Yan Qing retaliated with his own heavy blows. When Dai Zong attempted a sneak attack from behind, he was forced back by the swing of a large blade.

The scalding pain, the numbness in their minds, and the boiling blood sustained them through their desperate escape. But their bodies were already covered in wounds. Wu Song's punches were unmatched in power, and Dai Zong was quick and unpredictable, but neither one was truly above him in martial skill. The Liangshan elites pursuing them were each formidable opponents, and facing so many, survival was unlikely.

Not only him, but Guan Sheng, wielding his blade behind them, was also covered in wounds. A grappling hook had caught him, and although he had slashed it apart, the hook had already embedded itself in his flesh. He bore several blade wounds, yet still wielded his blade with divine prowess, each swing clearing a space, allowing the two to maneuver.

Yan Qing had never imagined that in such a siege, it would be Guan Sheng who would suddenly cry out and draw his blade, trying to help them escape. He was not necessarily an internal traitor turned by Ning Liheng. Before the Duling Ridge, Ning Yi had plotted against him, and Yan Qing had cooperated at the time. For Guan Sheng, who valued his reputation, that incident was a great humiliation, so he had always insisted on being an enemy of Ning Yi and fleeing with the Liangshan group.

That betrayal had only strengthened his resolve to side with the Liangshan group. This time, when they attacked the Zhan Family Village, Song Jiang and the others brought him here because it was Yan Qing who had schemed against him before, hoping to win him over. But neither Yan Qing, Wu Song, Dai Zong, Chai Jin, nor anyone else had expected that when Yan Qing made his move, and the others surrounded him, this silent, long-bearded man would bravely draw his blade, block Chai Jin's attack, and even kill two and wound one of the soldiers surrounding them, shouting for Yan Qing to flee.

After that, the two had fled all the way, but it seemed all in vain. Originally, they had wanted to warn the others, but the Liangshan group had defended that area fiercely. The more they ran, the more they deviated from the direction, going to the side and backward. When the sounds of battle arose from the other side, the two fleeing men were already covered in wounds and bathed in blood. Xi Junyu laughed loudly from behind: "There's no chance! You two should surrender! Guan Sheng, I underestimated you! I should have guessed you had defected. You people..."

Before he could finish speaking, Guan Sheng suddenly rushed two steps towards Xi Junyu, and with a furious slash of his blade, sent a soldier flying. Seeing him go berserk, a soldier slashed at him and quickly retreated with the others. Guan Sheng swung his blade again: "You petty man! Don't presume to judge Guan with your wicked thoughts! I have nothing to do with that Ning Liheng! It's just... Yan Xiao-yi is right, Guan doesn't want to be with you people anymore—"

Xi Junyu was now also part of the Liangshan decision-making echelon, and was protected by seven or eight soldiers. But seeing Guan Sheng's ferocity and his intent to kill, he couldn't help but take a step back. Then he sneered: "Oh? Then Xi congratulates General Guan on finding the path he wants to take! But in this world, the victor is king and the loser is villainized. Listen, they've already started fighting over there. What's the use of your struggle!"

"Enough nonsense, if you want to take Guan's life, come and try. But Xi Family brat, be careful Guan will kill you!"

On the other side, Yan Qing and Wu Song rolled two zhang away, each taking a punch, and separated, crouching on the ground. Guan Sheng's chest heaved, his body covered in blood, he planted his Green Dragon Blade on the ground, and as the others surrounded him, he was about to charge again. Xi Junyu snorted coldly: "Reckless fool! Everything is settled, no need for nonsense..."

"I said he had ideas." A voice seemed to echo from the crowd. Not many people paid attention. On the mountainside, the cries of battle seemed to become more intense.

Xi Junyu waved his hand: "Kill them, we..."

"...I said it before, didn't I?"

Wu Song rushed out a step, feeling that something was wrong, and paused slightly, unsure whether it was due to the momentum of the battle on the mountain or the whispers from somewhere. Yan Qing's eyes flickered, and he turned his head slightly. In that instant, everyone seemed to perceive something, or perhaps it was an uncertain illusion. The wind blew through the forest, and only the leaves moved.

…

Song Jiang and the others approached the mountainside. The cries of battle suddenly became intense, and the earth was shaking. Riding on his horse, he didn't know why, but he looked back, then forward.

"This is the final battle..."

"Only by killing him can we find peace..."

"With this deployment, and the false information, the court will never be able to react in time. They won't dare to risk it..."

"It doesn't matter if the people of Duling Ridge are prepared..."

"Three thousand against two thousand, we're only killing Ning Liheng..."

"This is no longer Duling Ridge, the terrain is open..."

"We've been maneuvering for so long, dragging them along, finally finding an opportunity..."

Yes, they had found an opportunity... He felt that the sounds and momentum seemed to suddenly become a bit loud, but they were already approaching the barrier of the mountainside. Because of the wind, the sudden increase in noise was normal. He abruptly yanked on the reins, and the hooves of his horse quickened. The group raced up the mountainside, and finally, they crossed the line that blocked their view. Firelight appeared before their eyes, and a smile spread across Song Jiang's face, reflected in the distant light. The mountain wind, with a roaring momentum, rolled in!

…

Zhan Family Village. The roar of voices, the boiling of blood, the movement of the earth. Three thousand Liangshan men, led by their leaders, charged into the Duling Ridge camp and clashed with the two thousand man formation. A fierce battle...

The light of torches and bonfires illuminated the night sky. And under this sky, on the open battlefield, the lights began to spread. On both sides of the Zhan Family Village land, two more teams were following the torches, like a giant wild goose formation, surging to surround the Liangshan assault force...

This scene, reflected in Song Jiang's eyes on the mountain, made his vision blur. Impossible, it was impossible to guess...

…

In the forest under the moonlight, people wearing strange clothes made of tangled weeds and leaves silently rose in the darkness, one, two... bang, someone fell from a tree, leaves flying...

Like a giant abyss descending...

"Ah..." Xi Junyu heard the voice drag out, carefully choosing his words, and then, "...surprise."

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… Innumerable scenes flashed through his aching mind, and then fragmented sounds.

The sounds of fighting, the sounds of fleeing, the firelight that seemed to surround the entire world. The three thousand Liangshan men, first gathered like a vortex, and then, retreated like a tide...

Fleeing backward, trees, the mocking moon hanging in the sky, the movement in the forest, getting louder and louder...

The fighting spread from behind, then flying arrows. He remembered, one had hit him in the shoulder...

Then came fighting, pain...

His head was still buzzing, but he could vaguely feel himself lying on the ground, the feeling of coldness. Someone was shouting, "Brother Gongming..." The light came in waves, and people were moving.

"Ah... caught another one..."

"I need to wash first..."

For some reason, that voice made him feel extremely disgusted, and within it, there was a sense of terror and coldness from the depths of his heart. Sometimes his eyes would open slightly, and he could see the footsteps passing by, the hem of long robes.

"...Tsk, there must be bugs in those leaves and grass, I'm itching to death, and I can't even move... I remember when I was crawling forward, my hand seemed to have touched shit, I'll never do this kind of thing again..."

"You have the guts to kill this old man!"

"Okay." After a while, a corpse was carried away, "Anyone else have this request?"

The light was still changing, and his consciousness was becoming clearer and clearer. The person was talking to someone, and then said: "Ah, Gardener Zhang Qing, I know you... I know him."

Struggling slightly, but his hands and feet should be tied. Trying hard to open his eyes, someone shouted: "Brother Gongming." The young man in the scholar's robe in front of him was talking to his companions around him, and his gaze swept over. This was the central location of a simple camp. The battle outside should not be over, but it seemed quiet. He was lying on the ground, surrounded by some cages used to imprison prisoners. Several captured brothers were tied up and thrown inside, including Zhu Wu, but the cage doors were not closed. Xi Junyu was also kneeling there with his hands tied behind his back, his expression silent and his eyes dull, not saying a word, probably only able to cope with the scene in front of him in this way.

Clap clap.

The young man turned his head to this side, looked at him, and clapped his hands: "Woke up, can see me now? Nice to meet you... Oh, right, towel."

The person in front of him was that Ning Liheng—although this was truly their first meeting, Song Jiang was able to know this in his heart. The other person hesitated while holding the towel: "You have something, under your nostrils... well, let me wipe it off for you... it's blood." The other party wiped it, then threw the towel away. In fact, Song Jiang knew that he had blood not only under his nostrils at this time, but also all over the back of his head, which had been hit, but Ning Yi ignored this.

"Song Jiang has woken up, someone, hasn't that thing been set up over there yet, go take a look..."

"This is impossible, this is impossible... you couldn't have guessed, you couldn't have had so many people..."

"What?" Ning Yi turned his head to listen, "People? Oh, those are people from Wu Rui Camp, I had them ambushed in advance on both sides of Zhan Family Village, not many, about three thousand on each side, so when you attacked, you weren't facing two thousand, but eight thousand. You only had three thousand, we had eight thousand..."

He said a few words, someone came to report the news, and he went to listen for a while, then walked over here again, lowered his head and drew a few strokes on a small notebook, and looked up, his gaze gentle: "I can see that you are very strange... Oh, right, I forgot to tell you the situation. Before you attacked, we ambushed you, killed some people, and the remaining almost two thousand are now blocked by us in the mountain ravine to the west. Some of them may want to climb the mountain and leave, but... ha, forget it. We will launch a general attack later, and everyone will die, but there is still some time, we can chat with you a little..."

Ning Yi put away the small notebook and leaned against a wooden table in the center of the field, looking at this side: "Anyway, things are about to end, let's do a summary."

Listening to the plain tone, Song Jiang's heart was filled with some premonitions, and his heart had completely sunk. What he was thinking about now was no longer doubt.

"I, I... even if it's the crime of treason, I should be tried in the capital, you..."

Ning Yi looked at him, his gaze quiet, and didn't answer. After a moment, his gaze looked to the west side of the camp and began to speak: "Actually, the beginning of the whole thing is like this..."

The early autumn night wind blew over, soaking in a coolness far more cruel than the severe winter, and brushed over the camp. In the mountain ravine to the west of the camp, more than two thousand people were blocked from the exit, looking at a simple wooden platform that was gradually being set up outside the mountain ravine, accumulating doubts and despair. Before long, this feud that had lasted for several months, the source of the Liangshan feud that had plagued the area for several years, and the force that originally had a huge body, would all come to an end on this night...

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