Even more shockingly, the innocent warhorse also suffered the same fate under Liu Wei's blade, its head also falling victim to his blade.

His skull was cut off, and blood gushed out, staining the battlefield red.

The brutality and suddenness of this scene left the Xiongnu cavalrymen present dumbfounded, their hearts filled with surging fear.

They even forgot the pain, simply staring blankly as their companions met their doom in an instant.

The Xiongnu cavalryman even forgot the pain of his severed hand.

He fell to the ground along with his horse, blood spurting from the horse's head, and a sharp pain shot through his fingers, causing him to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

However, he only managed to shout for a moment before being trampled into a bloody pulp by the warhorses surging up from behind.

Xiongnu cavalrymen kept falling.

Liu Wei brandished his sword left and right, mercilessly slashing at the Xiongnu cavalrymen who passed by.

Wang Fangyi and Shen Lian beside him seemed to be competing with each other, not willing to be outdone, and they both swung their swords with all their might to protect Liu Wei's left and right flanks.

Behind the three of them were a hundred guards selected from the Xuanjia Cavalry. Wherever they went, Xiongnu cavalrymen fell one after another.

In just a few breaths, he had already killed the opponent, leaving him with a gaping wound.

The Xiongnu commander, a thousand cavalrymen, broke out in a cold sweat.

Although the enemy only had a hundred riders, each one was worth a hundred, and their strength was unstoppable.

In just one charge, and with those killed by enemy arrows, half of his thousand men were dead.

The arrogance he had displayed in front of King Guli, threatening to slaughter the entire Han army, vanished instantly.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

He was the first to turn his horse around and run away.