Murong Tu, who was fleeing ahead, also cursed incessantly with a distorted expression.

This defeat resulted in the loss of nearly 20,000 warriors, severely damaging the team's strength. It was unclear when they would recover, and the soldiers harbored deep hatred for those guys.

"Boom!!!"

Just as Murong Tu was thinking about how to take revenge in the future, a loud rumbling sound suddenly rang out in front of him, making Murong Tu's heart tremble.

Murong Tu looked up and saw a cloud of dust rising up at the horizon, obscuring the sky.

Below the dust and smoke, three cavalry units, appearing and disappearing in the shadows, were white, red, and black respectively, like three torrents rushing towards him.

"What is that...?"

Looking at the three teams clearly separated, Murong Tu couldn't help but swallow hard.

The visual effect created by the uniform attire of the three battalions shocked Murong Tu.

Born on the grasslands and raised on horseback, Murong Tu could hardly imagine that cavalry could be played like this.

Although Murong Tu was shocked, time was of the essence, and there was no time to think further.

Seeing the three cavalry units approaching, Murong Tu glanced around, then turned his horse around and fled southwest, with his personal guards following closely behind.

Murong Tu's turn exposed the eight thousand Xianbei infantrymen following behind to the Han cavalry.

Gongsun Zan, who was speeding along, saw Murong Tu suddenly turn around and, without thinking, led the soldiers of the White Horse Camp to chase after him.

Seeing this, Ma Teng and Gongsun Du had no choice but to lead their respective troops towards the eight thousand Xianbei soldiers abandoned by Murong Tu.