"Why is Zhong Ying acting so impulsively today?"

Seeing that Dong Zhuo ignored all advice and continued to chase after Qin Lin, Lü Bu angrily slammed his palm on the battlements.

Gao Shun, who was standing nearby, quickly said, "Fengxian, don't complain. We should hurry out of the city and go to support Zhongying to prevent any losses!"

"Okay, then I'll leave this place to you!"

Lu Bu nodded, then picked up his halberd and ran down the city wall.

On the other side, Qin Lin had already ridden his horse dozens of meters away, while Dong Zhuo was still chasing closely behind.

The reason he acted so impulsively today, besides his anger, was mainly due to the provocation from Lü Bu, Huang Zhong, and others. He wanted to use this battle to salvage his reputation as the number one warrior of Xiliang.

He wanted the emperor and the world to know that he, Dong Zhuo, was no less capable than anyone else...

At the same time, Qin Lin, who was running ahead, turned his head and saw that Dong Zhuo was only ten steps away from him. He couldn't help but sneer and then reached out his left hand to take out a small knife from his pocket.

Qin Lin seized the opportunity, immediately reined in his horse and turned around, his dagger aimed straight at Dong Zhuo's face.

Dong Zhuo was shocked and, in a moment of panic, quickly dodged to the side.

Just then, Qin Lin's savage blade slashed straight at Dong Zhuo's neck.

By this time, it was too late to parry with his sword. Dong Zhuo hurriedly released the reins, and his entire body instantly detached from the horse's back, rolling towards the ground.

Just as Dong Zhuo stood up, a flash of cold light appeared, and Qin Lin's savage blade was already held against his neck.

Seeing that the other party did not take the opportunity to kill him, Dong Zhuo wisely did not resist.

"Tie him up!"

As soon as Qin Lin finished speaking, several soldiers rushed out from the barbarian ranks and dragged Dong Zhuo back to their main camp.

Just as Dong Zhuo was being escorted to the barbarian army, Lü Bu happened to arrive outside the city with a group of men.

"You barbarian thief, don't run away!!"

Seeing Dong Zhuo captured, Lü Bu became anxious and roared, urging his steed to give chase.

"Another one coming to die!"

Upon seeing Lü Bu charging towards him, Qin Lin couldn't help but sneer. Just as he was about to step forward to meet the attack, his nineteen-year-old son, Qin Qing, rode up to him.

"Father, let me deal with this Han general!"

"Okay, be careful!"

Seeing that his son was not much older than the Han general who was charging towards him, Qin Lin nodded and agreed to his son's request to fight.

"Father, rest assured, I will end the battle in less than one exchange!"

Qin Qing smiled confidently, then spurred his horse toward Lü Bu, his eyes greedily fixed on Lü Bu's Ferghana horse.

Seeing this, Dong Zhuo, who was bound hand and foot, couldn't help but sneer: "I say, you barbarian thief, it's one thing to seek death yourself, but why send your own son to his death first?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lin glared angrily at Dong Zhuo: "What did you say? You defeated general, how dare you spout nonsense here?"

"Hmph!"

Dong Zhuo scoffed disdainfully, "If you hadn't used a trick to ambush me, I would have already killed you on your horse. How dare you be so arrogant?"

"Hmph, wait until my son kills that man, then let's see how stubborn you can still be!"

Dong Zhuo's words made Qin Lin blush. He then stopped arguing with Dong Zhuo and turned his attention to his son.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qin Qing and Lü Bu grew closer and closer.

Just as the two were about to collide, Lü Bu struck first, his halberd sweeping towards Qin Qing with overwhelming force.

Upon seeing this, Qin Qing hurriedly swung his knife to block.

"Clang!"

Qin Qing felt a sharp pain in his hand, his entire arm went numb instantly, and the savage knife in his hand flew out of his hand.

Seeing this, Lü Bu twirled his halberd, changing the slashing motion to a striking motion, and hit Qin Qing directly in the waist and abdomen, knocking him off his horse.

Before Qin Qing could get up from the fall, Lu Bu's halberd was already pressed against his throat.

"This...how is this possible?"

Upon seeing his son's defeat, Qin Lin was greatly surprised, and his mind involuntarily recalled his son's bold words when he went into battle.

It was said that the battle would end in one go, and it really did end in one go, but it was ended by someone else...

Even the barbarian soldiers behind Qin Lin looked at Lü Bu on horseback with disbelief, a hint of awe rising in their eyes.

It should be noted that Qin Qing was strong and brave from a young age, and was virtually unmatched among his peers. He was regarded by the barbarian soldiers as the future heir to the throne.

But today, this future king, on whom they placed such high hopes, not only lost, but lost so decisively...

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lü Bu glanced at Qin Qing indifferently, but did not kill him. Instead, he waved to the back.

"Tie him up!"

As soon as Lü Bu finished speaking, several Han soldiers came forward and tied up Qin Qing.

Then, Lü Bu rode his horse slowly toward the barbarian army.

"Da~ da~ da~!"

The crisp sound of horses' hooves reached the ears of Qin Lin and the barbarian soldiers, causing them to gasp for breath.

Soon, Lü Bu stopped two hundred meters from the enemy lines.

After glancing at Dong Zhuo, who was bound hand and foot, Lü Bu did not rush to ask him to release him. Instead, he glanced at the group of barbarian soldiers.

"I am Lü Bu, the Wolf Cavalry General of the Han Dynasty. If any of you are not convinced, you may challenge me at any time. If you can last for ten rounds, I will release the man from before!"

"You bastard, how dare you look down on us like this!!"

Among the barbarian troops, a burly man cursed angrily, then spurred his horse forward, wielding an iron rod, and charged straight at Lü Bu.

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