Gongsun Zan's White Horse Camp soldiers followed closely behind, but they were unable to catch up with their opponents.

The two sides pursued each other for several hours, covering a distance of several hundred miles.

"Stop the pursuit!!"

As the sun began to set and his warhorse grew exhausted, Gongsun Zan had no choice but to order a halt to the pursuit.

"General, what should we do next?" a lieutenant asked as he stepped forward.

Gongsun Zan: "Let's rest for one night and return to the capital tomorrow!"

"Aren't you going to pursue them?" the lieutenant asked in surprise.

Gongsun Zan shook his head: "We're not going to pursue them anymore. Given our army's current state, we can't catch up!"

Looking at the soldiers behind him who were already exhausted and out of breath, Gongsun Zan had no intention of advancing any further.

"The Xianbei have roamed the grasslands for so many years, and it seems there's a reason for it. In terms of horsemanship alone, they still far surpass our army!"

Looking at Murong Tu, who had already disappeared, Gongsun Zan couldn't help but sigh softly.

Through this pursuit, Gongsun Zan truly understood the gap between the Han cavalry and the steppe cavalry.

Although the equipment completely overwhelms the grasslands, there is still much room for improvement in other aspects.

If the Han Dynasty wants to truly sweep across the grasslands, its horsemanship, speed, and endurance must be improved.

Otherwise, even if you defeat them head-on, it's all for nothing if you can't catch up with them.

After resting for a night, Gongsun Zan led the White Horse Battalion toward Daqing Military Town the next morning.

Murong Tu finally breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that the pursuing troops had retreated.

"Han Dynasty, Wuhuan, one day I, Murong Tu, will return!"

Murong Tu gazed resentfully in the direction of the Han Dynasty, uttered a famous quote, and then quickened his pace to head back to his tribe.