As dusk fell, the battle on the plains was still far from over.

"They're still chasing, still chasing, how long are they going to stop..."

"Is this really going to be a fight to the death? Damn it!"

Amidst the fleeing soldiers, a light cavalryman turned around, his pale face covered in sweat, his eyes filled with boundless fear.

Behind him, a large group of enemy soldiers were still pursuing him, and the leader was the enemy general who had previously knocked Shi Yang away with a single halberd strike.

Watching him charge recklessly, wielding his halberd and slashing wildly, leaving corpses strewn across the field, the routed soldiers were thrown into a panic, as if they had lost their souls.

At this moment, the slowest running heavy cavalrymen were almost completely wiped out. Their heavy armor had become a burden, and even if some of them wanted to take off their armor, the crossbowmen behind them could still shoot them down.

In this difficult choice, the few remaining heavily armored cavalrymen were gradually devoured, becoming nothing more than corpses on this vast land.

The light cavalry were still being pursued, and countless men had died on their escape route.

Even so, the enemy continued their pursuit, determined to kill them all.

As the war progressed, everyone realized that this battle was a mistake from the very beginning.

If they had surrendered voluntarily like the other cities that surrendered before, this situation would never have occurred.

The young cavalryman fearfully averted his gaze and looked ahead.

Their commander-in-chief had abandoned them from the very beginning, fleeing with his personal guards, and now he was nowhere to be seen.

Despair is like a plague, spreading to everyone.

After a day of fighting, not only the men but even the warhorses were exhausted, and they ran slower and slower.

"Rustling!"

A strong wind blew, sweeping across this desolate plain where there were no mountains to rely on, no roads to choose from, and no water to rely on.

It brought a stench and a flurry of arrows.

The light cavalry, having lost the "delay" effect of the heavy cavalry, became the new "obstacles," or rather, moving targets.

When the cold arrows fell, the thin armor could only block the wind; it could not stop the sharp metal.

The triangular arrowheads pierced through the armor and flesh, and the barbs made the soldiers afraid to even pull them out, as that would widen the wounds.

Even if you grit your teeth and endure the pain, the blood grooves on the arrow wing will still cause the blood to flow uncontrollably from the wound.

Therefore, many of the cavalrymen at the rear, who were the most severely attacked, were bleeding to death.

Their faces were pale, their cold hands gripping the reins. As the warhorses galloped, blood first flowed out in thin streams, then, blown by the wind, turned into droplets and scattered with the wind.

Thus, a bloody path that stretched endlessly was born.

The sun is setting.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the world in a hazy yet dazzling light.

The fleeing soldiers left behind trails of blood, crisscrossing the vast plains like a bold, vibrant stroke of vermilion ink.

On this vast canvas measured in hundreds of miles, the "brushes" still drawing their last strokes, dripping with blood.

This stroke is long and far, seemingly stretching to the horizon.

Behind him, Lu Bu was already somewhat out of breath from today's intense battle.

He had lost count of how many times he had swung his halberd, and he couldn't remember how many people he had killed. Now, every swing seemed to be driven by instinct.

His goal was exceptionally clear in his mind, urging him to move forward.

"Pursue them to the death, enter Zhongnan Pass, and utterly destroy Jinling City!"

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

But we still can't stop. This time, the battle plan is to take advantage of the situation and break out from Bailiyuan. As for the battlefield behind, the infantry will take care of it.

Therefore, what he had to do was to kill all the enemies in front of him!

"call--"

Letting out a deep breath, Lü Bu took a moment from his busy schedule to pat Red Hare's neck:

"Follow me to sweep across the world and annihilate all enemies!"

"A grand ambition and a mighty future lie ahead!"

"kill!"

With a loud shout, Lü Bu led his men in pursuit.

Behind him, Gao Shun had already started shouting:

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

"Just chase them all the way to Zhongnanguan!"

Lu Bu turned his head and laughed loudly:

"Alright! You guys catch up!"

"I'll lead the way! Hahaha!"

Amidst hearty laughter, in the twilight's afterglow, Red Hare galloped across the plains like a crimson phantom.

Under the brilliant sunlight, it seemed to be on fire.

Li Jing, who was leading his cavalry in pursuit, looked at Lü Bu ahead, who was a single man against a thousand, and couldn't help but admire him.

"Such a fierce warrior is truly unparalleled in the world, and is indeed a rare find!"

He turned his head and looked at his subordinates beside him, saying:

"Following closely behind, the enemy troops were exhausted. They continued their pursuit until they reached Zhongnanguan, where another tough battle awaited them!"

"drive!"

The group spurred their horses and galloped forward.

——

It was already dark.

The sound of horses' hooves could still be heard on the plains, which should have been quiet.

Of course, it wasn't as noisy as during the day, but even though it was much smaller, it still struck Xiong Qian's heart like a death knell.

"You beast, you're still chasing us!"

"Are they going to follow us into Zhongnanguan?"

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