The cavalry led by Han Meng were as swift as cheetahs, their speed no less than that of Sergei's troops, and even faster.

Han Meng's eyes burned with the flames of battle, his grip on his spear was tight, and the muscles in his arms trembled slightly with tension.

"Chase after them and keep them occupied!"

The cavalry responded to Han Meng's command. Their warhorses neighed and their hooves flew like streaks of black lightning, cutting through the night and giving chase.

Under the cover of night, two cavalry units engaged in a life-or-death chase across the Kurokawa plains.

The sounds of horses' hooves, shouts, and clashing metal mingled together, creating a tense and fierce battle song.

Sergei and his cavalry charged ahead, while Han Meng and his troops pursued closely, the two forces leaving trails of sparks in the night.

Sergei would occasionally look back, and he could see Han Meng's cavalry following closely behind like ghosts.

"Faster, faster!"

Sergei's voice was slightly hoarse, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

As night fell and the wind howled like a knife, two massive cavalry forces engaged in a bizarre chase across the Kurokawa plains.

Sergei led his Slavic cavalry forward in a frenzied charge, attempting to shake off the pursuers close behind.

A cunning glint flashed in Sergei's eyes. He kept turning back to observe the movements of the pursuers, while his mind was quickly calculating a way to escape.

Han Meng, leading his cavalry, moved like a cheetah, sometimes accelerating, sometimes slowing down, launching attacks from time to time, and quickly widening the distance after brief exchanges, allowing Sergei to continue forward.

Sergei's face was full of doubt, his brows furrowed, and he glared at the pursuers behind him with gritted teeth.

"What's going on?" Sergei wondered to himself, not understanding why Han Meng had changed his tactics.

In the past, Han Meng was always like a raging storm, killing his enemies with a single blow.

Now, however, Han Meng seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, launching attacks from time to time, and quickly widening the distance after a brief exchange, letting Sergei continue to advance, without going all out.

Unbeknownst to Sergei, Han Meng's face was also filled with confusion. He gripped his spear tightly, his eyes flashing with bewilderment.

He couldn't understand Sergei's purpose, and kept rushing forward as if he had no clear goal, like wandering aimlessly in the dark.

Thus, in the bitterly cold night, thousands of cavalrymen engaged in a peculiar chase.

The two cavalry units, totaling more than ten thousand men, chased each other but did not actually engage in combat.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed across the open plains, like war drums beating in the night sky, each beat making one's heart race.

Sergei's cavalry galloped ahead, their shadows stretching long in the moonlight like ghosts in the night.

Han Meng's cavalry followed closely behind, their eyes flashing with determination and doubt, their weapons reflecting a cold light in the moonlight.

"General, what is Han Meng doing? Why doesn't he attack directly?" A cavalryman approached Sergei, his voice filled with confusion and anxiety.

Sergei shook his head and guessed, "He might be testing us, or he might be looking for an opportunity. Keep up the pace, we must get rid of them before dawn!"

And so, the two cavalry units engaged in a contest of endurance and willpower in the cold night.

Sergei led his troops in a frantic charge forward.

Han Meng followed closely behind, leading his cavalry like a pack of relentless wolves, their eyes fixed on their prey.

More than 10,000 soldiers turned Kurokawa into a racetrack.

As night deepened and time ticked by, the two teams embarked on a long chase across the land.

And so, the whole night passed. As the eastern sky gradually turned white and the night was about to be dispelled by the morning light, an unprecedented anxiety welled up in Sergei's heart.

He finally realized that Han Meng behind him wasn't chasing him, but toying with him, as if he were prey in Han Meng's claws.

"What on earth is this guy up to?"

Sergei was filled with anger and confusion. His warhorse was exhausted, and the ground beneath its hooves seemed to grow heavy.

Han Meng's cavalry were all elite soldiers with very strong warhorses. After a whole night of chasing, Sergei's horse was so tired that it could barely move, while Han Meng's troops still maintained their vigorous energy, but there was no sign of them launching an attack.

Sergei looked around at his brothers, whose faces were etched with exhaustion and whose eyes no longer shone with the same fervor as when they set out.

The howling wind of the night left everyone hungry and cold, their physical strength and willpower pushed to their limits.

"This can't go on!" Sergei's voice rang out from the ranks, shouting, "Everyone, halt! Prepare for battle! Fight Han Meng to the death here!"

His words struck like a thunderclap, stirring up waves among the weary cavalry.

As Sergei drew his sword, the cavalry responded swiftly; though exhausted, their movements were still rapid and powerful.

They halted their horses, quickly adjusted their formation, drew their weapons, and prepared for the impending battle.

"Prepare for battle!"

On the eastern horizon, a touch of orange-red slowly rises, heralding the arrival of a new day.

Sergei led his cavalry, turned their horses around in the morning light, and faced Han Meng, who was hot on their heels.

Sergei's gaze swept across the opposing team, and a sense of confidence welled up within him.

Although Han Meng's cavalry is elite, they are not numerically superior. Their warhorses are exhausted, so eight thousand men can easily defeat five thousand.

The sun finally rose into the sky, and Han Meng finally saw clearly the formation on Sergei's side.

"They're going to fight to the death." Han Meng's lips curled into a cold smile, his voice laced with mockery. "Heh, I'm impervious to both soft and hard tactics. This is the first time I've been a clingy pest, and it feels fucking great!"

His words elicited a low chuckle from the group, adding a touch of relaxation to the tense atmosphere.

The adjutant beside him, his face showing a hint of urgency, hurriedly asked, "General, they've been chasing us all night, and they're exhausted. Don't underestimate us just because we're outnumbered; charging through will be as easy as slaughtering chickens and sheep."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Meng hurriedly waved his hand, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"They're already in my grasp. I can eat them whenever I want. As long as they don't cause any trouble and can't get out of Kurokawa, that's fine."

After thinking for a moment, Han Meng immediately gave the order: "Pass down the order that if the Slavic cavalry turns around and attacks, retreat immediately, but keep your distance so they can't catch up or get too far ahead. In short, outrun them!"