Mythical Three Kingdoms

Gao Shun coldly turned his horse, then coldly beat up a primary school student, and afterwards coldly, as if cutting melons and vegetables, slaughtered most of the Northern Huns Guard Cavalry before the Xiongnu main force could even react.

However, in just a few charges, Gao Shun’s Power of Military Spirit had depleted by half, but the results were remarkable. The Hun Guard Cavalry was driven to collapse by Gao Shun’s killing spree, and Gao Shun then charged directly at the Hun main force from the front.

This time, there wasn’t even a need for a formation, just like when a group of Yellow Turban Commanders slaughtered the Yuan Army soldiers, thirty people in a team, divided into dozens of teams, directly plowed through the Northern Huns army, scattering the main force into disarray.

Although such a forceful attack inevitably led to losses, Gao Shun knew there was no time to waste. Zhang Fei’s Legion Talent was already faintly visible, and both sides were fighting as the moon descended and the Golden Crow was about to rise.

At this point, without a decisive force joining, the result would likely be a cessation of battle at sunrise due to mutual exhaustion. The soldiers of both sides were already quite fatigued; the Northern Huns fared slightly better, but the Wolf Cavalry, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun’s soldiers had marched at a rapid pace to get there.

After a long-distance raid with a night of continuous fighting, all the soldiers were extremely exhausted. Once Zhang Fei’s Legion Talent closes, the already fragile balance would inevitably collapse.

To be honest, Gao Shun greatly admired Zhang Fei. When the moon was just past its zenith, Zhang Fei was already somewhat overexerted from fully utilizing the Legion Talent, but even as the moon set, Zhang Fei was still able to keep his Legion Talent active.

This while battling with an Inner Qi Manifestation opponent and doing his utmost to activate his Legion Talent. Speaking of which, Xubo Cheng was the same, both sides were gritting their teeth to hold on. Logically, with such powerful Legion Talents on both sides, neither should have lasted this long.

This period was enough for a general to lead a non-elite legion with a Legion Talent activated against an elite legion, challenging the power of personal strength versus group strength, with terrifying willpower on both sides.

However, ultimately there is a limit to what manpower can endure. Zhang Fei and Xubo Cheng still had Inner Qi, but the mental exhaustion had already reached a level affecting their combat power.

By now, their battle had transitioned from the initial vigor to now a brute brawl, with attacks lacking form, driven solely by blood and Qi to prevent collapse.

This was why Gao Shun plowed through the Northern Huns main force before Xubo Cheng noticed, which was of critical importance.

After an exchange, Xubo Cheng turned his head and noticed the chaos in the Hun main force, realizing that the Northern Huns Guards he relied on had already perished in large numbers, leaving barely over two hundred to block Zhang Fei’s Eighteen Riders of Yan and Yun.

As for the vanguard forces released, sparing no Military Spirit, they swiftly carved the Hun main force east-west into segments, leading Chengg Lian, Song Xian, Hao Meng, and others through the gaps, severing the rear of the Northern Huns just as Lyu Bu had done before.

Upon this realization, Xubo Cheng was petrified, completely at a loss as to what had occurred, with the Hun main force’s formation in shambles. His mixed Huns, severed into pieces by Gao Shun’s interspersing Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry, trapped many Northern Huns soldiers within.

However, now was not the time to worry about these; with the vanguard merging and charging at him unstoppably, Xubo Cheng was struck with terror, fleeing northward without hesitation.

Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Zhang Liao had limited troops to begin with, and had already exerted their full strength to surround half of the Huns and most of the mixed Huns. When Xubo Cheng broke through northward, Zhang Fei, at Gao Shun’s behest, did not decisively obstruct.

After all, their limited forces severely restricted their performance, weaker forces encircling an enemy several times larger, and still the opponent was a main force with no lesser combat power or numbers. If the breakout failed, a desperate counterattack could spell mutual destruction.

Of course, if Gao Shun disregarded the Power of Military Spirit, using his Vanguard as the sword’s edge could defeat the opposition, but one, it wasn’t necessary, and two, in pursuit following a great victory, historically, foes had often been chased to defeat.

Indeed, when Chen Gong instructed Gao Shun to engage, his hints revealed much; Zhuge Liang’s infantry and crossbowmen were yet to arrive, likely lying in wait on the retreat path of the Northern Huns.

Faced with an ambush while pursuing, both exhausted in body and mind, and encountering Zhuge Liang, prepared and waiting, such a scenario would reduce their losses significantly.

Once Xubo Cheng, forced by Gao Shun and Zhang Fei to break out, Zhang Liao, Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, and others unreservedly besieged the surrounded and divided remnant soldiers at full power.

After a fierce battle, while the Northern Huns main force members who wouldn’t submit to the Han were entirely eliminated, most of the mixed Huns were captured, and by the time these matters were resolved, the sun had long since risen.

When Zhang Fei met Zhao Yun, clad in blood-stained Silver Armor, both wore bitter expressions. Last night’s battle had been excessively brutal; up to now on the Central Plains Battlefield, there hadn’t been a situation where, even after the chief general’s retreat, the encircled soldiers fought unto death.

”The fighting will and quality of the Hun people are frightening,” Zhang Fei said heavily, having deeply felt this.

After losing all hope of breaking out, all Northern Huns soldiers went berserk in their assault on the Han Army, just as Zhao Yun stated before: even without a commanding general or protective formation, their fearless and ferocious attack was enough to shake the elite.

”Indeed,” Zhang Liao, also covered in blood, remarked with a gloomy voice. ”The loss ratio between our main forces is essentially balanced.”

”My White Horse fared slightly better,” Zhao Yun sighed. In this battle, the losses of the White Horse were minimal. Though, as long as their commander didn’t act recklessly, the White Horse’s losses were typically minor.

”It seems you all have noticed the issue, that the Northern Huns hold an edge in cavalry over us. Even your elite cavalry, when compared to the Northern Huns, only matches them,” Chen Gong rode over, observing the soldiers recovering the bodies, and spoke to the three men.

”If you don’t mind, let me recount what I saw last night. We have much time to collaborate ahead,” Chen Gong said with a gentle smile, trusting Gao Shun with the pursuit.