At this moment, the Bingzhou soldiers following behind Lü Bu also caught up with their spears and thrust forward with all their might.

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger!" In a cavalry charge, whoever has the longer weapon will gain the upper hand and inflict damage on the enemy before they can reach you.

Except for a few quick-reacting Xiongnu cavalrymen who parried the thrusting spears with their scimitars, most of the front-line Xiongnu cavalrymen were instantly pierced through the chest by the spears, then thrown away and crashed into the rear.

In a short while, the gap that Lü Bu had cut open was widened by the Bingzhou soldiers who followed closely behind, and they successfully cut the Xiongnu's single-line formation in half.

The Bingzhou wolf cavalry's cone-shaped formation was like a sharp sword, with Lü Bu as the tip, directly piercing through the Xiongnu's thin single-line formation and splitting the enemy's formation in two.

However, the ferocity and swiftness of these Xiongnu cavalrymen were indeed beyond imagination. Just after Lü Bu led a small number of soldiers to break through the enemy lines, the Xiongnu, who had been split in two, quickly moved towards the center and launched a counterattack without fear of death. Many Bingzhou soldiers' spears were grabbed by the enemy and they were pulled off their horses, dying tragically under the hooves of both sides.

The charge of the Bingzhou wolf cavalry slowed down, and they were blocked on both sides by the Xiongnu along with Lü Bu and the others who were charging forward!

"Xiliang Iron Cavalry, charge!!"

Just then, Dong Zhuo, who was following behind the Bingzhou wolf cavalry, also led the Xiliang cavalry to charge forward, directly crashing into the flanks of the Xiongnu cavalry. Screams of agony rose and fell.

"kill!!"

Wearing a tight-fitting bright armor, Dong Zhuo roared and gripped his goose-feather saber as he charged toward the Xiongnu on the left flank.

Just as Lü Bu had imagined, the visual impact and shock of a large, golden, fat man on the battlefield would be truly stunning.

The Xiongnu man facing Dong Zhuo was stunned when he saw Dong Zhuo's strange attire as he charged towards him. Just as he was about to laugh, he felt a chill on his neck, and then his body was severed from his head.

Perhaps this is what they mean by being "laughed to death".

With the addition of the Xiliang cavalry, the Bingzhou soldiers who had been blocked at the rear were greatly relieved of the pressure and rushed out through the gap opened by Lü Bu and his men.

The two cavalrymen passed each other, turned their horses around, and stared at each other. The battlefield between the two sides was now piled with the corpses of soldiers and their horses that had lost their masters.

There were more Xiongnu corpses, about a thousand or so, but there were also quite a few Han soldiers, about five hundred or so, including nearly four hundred soldiers of the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry.

Despite their superior numbers and superior weaponry, the Xiongnu cavalry still suffered such heavy losses, demonstrating just how terrifyingly fierce they were.

This was the first time the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry had suffered such heavy casualties since their formation. Lu Bu, riding his warhorse, stared bloodshot at the nearly four hundred Bingzhou soldiers lying dead on the ground, and was so heartbroken that he almost fainted.

Blinded by hatred, Lü Bu regained some composure. He realized he had made a mistake: he had been too confident and underestimated his opponent.

If I had been able to discuss with Dong Zhuo the possibility of simultaneously attacking the enemy's flanks, dispersing their forces, and preventing their encirclement, we would never have suffered such heavy casualties.

At this moment, Lu Bu's arm, which was gripping the halberd tightly, trembled slightly, and a deep sense of self-reproach welled up in his heart. Those casualties could have been avoided.

However, these young men from Bingzhou, whom he had carefully selected, lost their lives because of his impulsiveness and recklessness.

On the other side, Dong Zhuo felt terrible looking at the Han soldiers falling on the battlefield.

He had personally witnessed the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry grow step by step and had even guided their training. It was truly hard to accept that so many of them had died in battle.

Dong Zhuo gripped his goose-feather saber tightly, the tip pointing directly at the Xiongnu cavalry opposite him, and shouted loudly:

"The Han army is mighty!"

"The Han army is mighty!!"

The Liangzhou cavalry following behind Dong Zhuo also put away their spears, drew their long swords, and shouted in unison, their shouts shaking the surrounding area.

"The Han army is mighty!!!"

Upon hearing the shouts of the Liangzhou soldiers, the Bingzhou wolf cavalry sheathed their spears, drew their longswords, and roared in unison. In an instant, the morale of the Han army reached its peak.

At this moment, most of the Xiongnu cavalrymen opposite also showed a hint of fear on their faces. They considered themselves the most elite cavalry of the Xiongnu, but they had lost more than 30% of their troops in just one charge, which was unimaginable in the past.

Faced with the Han soldiers shouting their might and displaying high morale, they felt a little afraid.

"Xiliang Iron Cavalry, charge!!"

"Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry, charge!!"

At that very moment, Dong Zhuo and Lü Bu shouted simultaneously, urging their warhorses to charge towards the enemy.

"kill!!!"

The cavalry under Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo also roared and launched another charge against the enemy, following their commanders.

"Warriors! We are outnumbered and outgunned. To survive, you must fight to the death! Kill them all!!"

Upon seeing this, the Xiongnu general roared and, taking the center position, commanded his Xiongnu troops to charge forward.

In a short while, the two cavalrymen clashed violently once again, and a chaotic battle ensued.

"kill!!"

At the forefront, Lü Bu displayed his might, wielding his halberd with sweeping, slashing, thrusting, and stabbing motions, each strike taking the life of a Xiongnu man.

In just a moment, Lü Bu killed more than a dozen people who surrounded him, and the blood of the Xiongnu people stained Lü Bu's bright armor dark red.

The nearby Xiongnu people all looked at Lü Bu, who had transformed into a god of death, with fear on their faces. Not one of them dared to step forward to fight him, or even glance at him.

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