Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

However, in such a chaotic situation, his orders could not be effectively conveyed.

His army had been routed by Cao Cao's Flying Bear cavalry.

"kill!"

On the hillside, at a command, five thousand Flying Bear Knights, like tigers descending the mountain, spurred their warhorses and charged down from the forests on both sides.

They had no fixed formation, moving in groups of three or five, like sharp knives, stabbing viciously into Ji Lingjun's bloated body.

The speed and impact of the cavalry were on full display at this moment.

Before Yuan Shu's infantry could organize an effective defense, they were knocked over by the charging warhorses.

The Flying Bear Knights mercilessly reaped lives with their spears and sabers.

Each charge cleaved a bloody gash in the enemy ranks.

Blood stained the soil of the valley.

Severed limbs and broken arms are everywhere.

This place has become a living hell.

"General! We can't hold on! Cao Cao's cavalry is too fierce!" A lieutenant, covered in blood, ran to Ji Ling, his face filled with terror.

"Useless trash!" Ji Ling kicked him away, her eyes bloodshot. "Hold on! Reinforcements! Where are our reinforcements?"

The reinforcements he mentioned naturally referred to Sun Ce's vanguard.

He assumed that Sun Ce was not far behind him and would rush to the rescue as soon as he saw the central army being attacked.

If Sun Ce can come up from behind and attack from both sides, they may not be without a fighting chance.

However, when he craned his neck to look behind him, he only saw chaos.

Little did he know that Sun Ce not only did not come to his rescue, but instead took advantage of the fact that he had drawn away Cao Cao's main force to lead his own troops in an attack on the hillsides on both sides.

Sun Ce's goal was clear: he wanted to break out of this damned encirclement.

"That idiot Ji Ling is doomed." Sun Ce said coldly as he swung his ancient sword, cutting down a Cao army cavalryman who tried to stop him.

He watched the one-sided massacre in the valley without feeling a shred of sympathy.

This is war.

A foolish general will only lead his soldiers to their deaths.

Just as Ji Ling was still struggling to hold on, hoping for reinforcements that were impossible to arrive, the sound of even heavier and more despairing hooves came from the other side of the valley.

"Boom!"

The black tide is coming!

Hua Xiong took the lead, like a mad bull, leading a thousand cavalrymen to crash heavily into the rear of Ji Ling's army formation.

That was Ji Ling's supply corps.

"Burn! Burn them all!"

Hua Xiong's broadsword sliced ​​through enemies along the way with the ease of cutting melons and vegetables. The cavalry behind him continuously threw torches at the wagons loaded with provisions.

Flames shot skyward.

Thick smoke billowed in.

With their retreat cut off and their supplies burned, Ji Lingjun's morale completely collapsed.

Countless soldiers threw down their weapons and began to flee in all directions.

But where could they possibly escape to in this narrow valley?

What awaited them was only the relentless pursuit of the Flying Bear Army.

Cao Ang followed behind Hua Xiong; his task was to provide support.

He saw a general from Yuan Shu's army trying to organize a squad of archers to fire at Hua Xiong's troops.

"Don't even think about it!"

Cao Ang shouted and spurred his horse forward.

The spear in his hand, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced the general's throat in an instant.

When Cao Ang killed someone on the battlefield for the first time, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

But he endured the discomfort, drew his spear, and charged at the next enemy.

He knew that here, it was either him or her who would live.

He cannot back down, and he cannot embarrass the general!

The battle in the valley is drawing to a close.

Ji Ling's 50,000-strong army has now been divided, surrounded, and slaughtered.

He also had fewer and fewer personal guards around him.

Looking at the faces around him that resembled demons, and at the large banner with the character "Zhang" appearing and disappearing in the fireworks, an overwhelming fear welled up in his heart.

He knew who the commander of this Cao army was.

Champion Hou, Zhang Ziqian!

That man who fought Lü Bu to a standstill at Hulao Pass!

It’s over.

Ji Ling's heart sank to the bottom.

He couldn't understand why Zhang Ziqian was here. Shouldn't he be attacking Shangcai?

Just as he was lost in thought, a voice as loud as thunder exploded in his ears.

"Ji Ling! Do you dare to fight me!"

Ji Ling suddenly looked up and saw a young general dressed in black armor, holding a golden spear, riding a magnificent black horse slowly towards him.

The aura emanating from that person was as imposing as a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It was Zhang Ziqian!

Zhang Ziqian has arrived.

He rode on his horse, approaching slowly and steadily.

The three thousand Flying Bear Riders behind him automatically split into two lines, forming a huge semi-circular encirclement that trapped Ji Ling and the few hundred personal guards he had left in the center.

They didn't attack immediately, but instead stared coldly at Ji Ling with the look of someone looking at a dead man.

This silent oppression is more suffocating than the charge of a thousand troops.

Ji Ling's hand, gripping the three-pointed double-edged sword, was beaded with cold sweat.

Looking at Zhang Ziqian before him, the man described in legends as a god descended to earth, even the last vestige of his fighting spirit began to waver.

run?

Where to run?

The entire valley has been sealed off by the Flying Bear Army.

surrender?

As Yuan Shu's top general, how could he ever hold his head high in front of the world if he surrendered? His lord, Yuan Shu, would certainly not spare his family.

That leaves only one path.

He died in battle!