As sunset approached, the fighting on the plains was still ongoing.

"Still chasing, still chasing, when will they stop chasing......."

"You really want to go all out, huh? This is terrible!"

In the midst of the fleeing troops, a light cavalryman turned back, his pale face drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with boundless fear.

And behind them, a large force of enemy soldiers was still pursuing them, led by the very general who had earlier sent Shi Yang flying with his halberd.

Seeing him charge recklessly, wielding a halberd with wild abandon, slashing and killing indiscriminately, the battlefield was littered with corpses. These fleeing soldiers were utterly demoralized, their spirits shattered like they'd lost their three souls and seven spirits.

At this moment, even the heaviest cavalrymen, who were running the slowest, were almost completely wiped out. Their armor had become a burden to them. Even if some wanted to remove their iron armor, the archers behind them could still shoot and kill them.

In this difficult choice, the remaining few heavy cavalrymen were gradually consumed and became a corpse on this vast land.

But the cavalry were still being pursued, and on this flight many had perished.

But even so, the enemy was still pursuing them relentlessly, showing no signs of stopping until they were killed.

By this point in the conflict, everyone understood that this war had been a mistake from the very beginning.

If it were like the previous cities that surrendered willingly, this situation would never have arisen.

The young cavalryman, afraid, drew his gaze back, looking forward.

Their commander in chief abandoned them at the outset, fleeing with his personal guard. Now he’s vanished without a trace.

Despair is like a plague, spreading to everyone.

After a day of fighting, not even the horses could bear it anymore. They grew slower and slower with each step.

"Rustle rustle rustle!"

A sudden gale swept across this desolate plain, devoid of mountains to rely on, paths to choose, and water to quench their thirst.

It brought a whiff of blood and a shower of arrows.

The light cavalry, who had been "delayed" by the loss of their heavy cavalry, became a new "obstacle," or perhaps more accurately, a moving target.

When the icy arrows fell, the thin armor could only deflect the wind that whipped past, it couldn't stop the sharp metal.

The arrowheads of the triangle pierced through armor, penetrating flesh and skin. The reverse hooks made it impossible for soldiers to even pull them out, as that would widen the wound.

Even if gritted teeth and endured the pain, allowing it to run its course, the blood groove on the arrow's wing would cause the blood flowing from the wound to pour uncontrollably.

Therefore, the cavalry at the rear, who were suffering the most severe attacks, now had many who were even bleeding to death.

Their faces were pale, their icy hands gripping the reins. As the warhorse galloped, blood first flowed in lines and then, whipped by the wind during its run, it transformed into drops that scattered in the breeze.

From here, a continuous river of blood began to flow.

The sun is setting.

This sunset glow cast a hazy yet brilliant radiance upon the world.

One by one, the valiant soldiers left behind bloody trails. They crisscrossed the vast plains, drawing a bold and vivid crimson stroke upon this grand landscape.

On this vast canvas measured in hundreds of miles, blood-stained "brushes" are still drawing the final stroke.

This stroke is long and distant, seeming to extend to the very end of the sky.

But afterwards, the intense fighting today has left even Lu Bu slightly breathless.

He had lost count of how many times he'd swung his halberd, and couldn't recall how many lives he'd taken. Now, every swing seemed to be driven by instinct alone.

The goal in his mind was crystal clear, urging him forward.

"Kill till the end, enter Zhongnan Gate, and break through Jinling City!"

As the sun sank lower and lower, it was about to set on the horizon, ushering in the night.

But still, we cannot stop. This time's battle plan is to take advantage of the situation and strike out from Bai Liyuan. As for the battlefield after that, the infantry will clean it up.

Therefore, all he had to do was kill every enemy in front of him!

"Ugh—"

With a deep sigh, Lu Bu, seizing a brief moment of respite amidst the chaos, patted Red Hare's neck.

"Let me sweep across the heavens, crushing all enemies!"

"Great ambitions, right before you!"

"Kill!"

With a roar, Lü Bu led his men in pursuit.

But behind him, Gao Shun had already shouted out:

"Wait for us, General! They can't escape!"

"Just chase him all the way to Zhongnan Pass!"

Lü Bu turned his head and laughed loudly,

"Good! You guys catch up to me!"

“I’ll be the vanguard! Hahaha!”

Amongst laughter, under the hues of the setting sun, Red Hare gallops like a phantom of crimson across this plain.

Under this dazzling sunlight, it seemed to be burning.

Li Jing, who was leading his cavalry in pursuit, looked at Lu Bu charging ahead alone and couldn't help but admire him;

Such a valiant warrior, truly unparalleled in the world, a rare sight indeed!

He turned his head and looked at the soldiers around him, saying:

"Right on their heels, the enemy was exhausted. They just kept pursuing them all the way to Zhongnanguan, where another tough battle awaited!"

"Let's go!"

All the people rode horses and galloped forward.

——

It's dark now.

On this plain, which should have been silent, the sound of horse hooves still echoes.

Of course, it was not as boisterous as daytime, but even subdued, the music was like a haunting melody, striking at the heart of Xiong Qian who ran in the lead.

"Damn animal, still chasing "

"This is to follow us into Zhongnan Guan, right?

Beads of sweat rolled down Xiong Qian's pale face, his back never quite drying. This clinging sensation wasn't pleasant, but luckily it was the South and the nights weren't too cold. Otherwise, it would have been even harder to bear.

The horse beneath him was panting heavily, or rather, walking with labored breaths.

Even the finest steed would find it hard to gallop at this point.

Bear Qi turned his head to look. Although there was still a faint moonlight in the night, it was very weak. He could hardly see how many soldiers he had left.

But if my guess is right, there might only be two or three tens of thousands left? Or even fewer?

Bear Chien shook his head, dispersing the sorrow in his heart.

An aide approached on horseback at that moment. His face was ashen, and his voice trembled as he spoke:

"General, you can still hear the pursuing sounds behind us. It seems they are not giving up."

It seems we'll have to make a mad dash for it tonight.

"This battle, our casualties were truly..."

Although he didn't finish the sentence, it was clear. Xiong Qian understood better than him just how terrifying the casualties of today were.

Most people who fall behind were likely killed.

Xiong Qian gritted his teeth, a venomous remark bursting from between them:

The rebel army is too numerous, and their combat strength is inexplicably powerful. Those infantry wielding swords are unlike anything the former Crimson Flame Army possessed.

"...and those enemy generals..."

At this, the lieutenant beside him gasped in surprise.

"Hissss—"

He stammered, "The one who flew General Shi's spear earlier, he claimed his name was Lu Bu when he came onto the stage. That man... is simply too cruel."

"I look quite valiant, probably not inferior to anyone else. I'm afraid even..."

At this point, he even patted his chest.

Bear Jian slanted him a glance and let out a cold snort.

"Humph, what use is that!"

Blind things, following rebels, will surely meet a bad end.

That general nodded and then sighed, "Alas, what a pity! Such a formidable warrior, if he were on our side, it would truly be..."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Qian stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.