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For a cavalry charge, the distance of the charge is very important. It had to be adjusted at any time according to the terrain, terrain, or even the wind direction. If you start running from a long way away. But before they could even fight, he was already exhausted. At that time, not only would it be difficult to fight, it would also be very difficult to even stand.

Seeing that they were at the breaking point, Zhang Liao pulled out his own Pu Dao and bellowed: "Brothers, this is the first time we are fighting in the cavalry of Youzhou, do not let everyone underestimate us, the men of Union State! Lift up your Pu Dao and follow me to kill … "

"Kill …"

The five thousand plus Zhanzhou cavalry s all shouted in unison as they raised the Pu Dao in their hands. Like a flood, their warhorses swept down the mountain at an astonishing speed. As he was descending from the hillside, his five thousand warhorses seemed to be flying.

"Rumble …"

The two torrents finally crashed into each other, causing the riders on top of their horses to fall heavily onto the ground. The riders on their horses were like cannonballs that had been fired out of the cannon, flying forward uncontrollably. Waves of blood column soared into the sky as heart-wrenching screams sounded out one after another.

"Kill …"

The cavalrymen from both sides roared, and the sabers in their hands fiercely hacked down. One after another, heads tumbled down the hill, and severed arms danced chaotically in the air. In this kind of high-speed rush, basically, it was a one hit kill, and there was no chance for a second attack.

Just as the two horses passed each other, the Pu Dao in Zhang Liao's left hand rose up and blocked the incoming scimitar s. The Pu Dao in his right hand moved like lightning, but he did not use any strength, so the huge inertia cut the Hun cavalry in half.

The Huns continued to gallop forward, but he turned his head in disbelief, staring at Zhang Liao who was charging forward with his protruding eyes. Even at his death, he could not understand how these familiar Zhanzhou cavalry could suddenly become so much fiercer.

These Zhanzhou cavalry who were newly equipped were truly extraordinary. Facing the madly dashing Huns, they fearlessly killed with thunderous sounds and ran like the wind, killing one Hun cavalry after another at an unimaginable speed in a short period of time.

"Block the path, second squadron block the path for me …" Zhang Yang who was rushing forward to kill saw the Huns preparing to run away, so he immediately pulled his horse reins and ran towards the road, waving it while shouting: "Brothers of the second squadron, come with me, kill … …" "Kill them for me …"

"Slash …"

"Slash …"

"Slash …"

The Hun cavalry was beheaded until his flesh became a mess. Blood spurted out from his wounds, and his severed limbs and miserable screams filled the entire sky. Dark red blood spurted out across the sky, looking extremely bloody and tragic.

A Zhanzhou cavalry who could not dodge in time was cut by a strong Hun cavalry and his arm flew into the air. Seemingly not feeling any pain, he used all his strength and stabbed a in the throat. Following a heart-wrenching scream, the Pu Dao pierced through Hun cavalry's neck and forcefully removed his head from the enemy's body.

"Ah …" "Ahh!" The Zhanzhou cavalry roared madly, venting the joy in his heart to his heart. But he lost his balance in the great inertia. He fell off his horse and fell on the snow beside the path, spitting blood from his mouth.

"I'll kill you …" "I'm going to kill you …" A few of the Hun cavalry s roared as they rushed forward, trying to kill the Zhanzhou cavalry that was cut in half. Just as he was about to crawl up from the ground, he saw Hun cavalry rushing towards him.

"Die!" Seeing this scene from afar, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be shocked by the soldier's tenacity. He suddenly shouted loudly, his legs fiercely pinch the horse belly, and his battle blade whistled as it approached. The Pu Dao in his hands flew, and quickly killed a few Hun cavalry s.

The Hun cavalry behind them were stupefied, their cries of terror and shock spreading in all directions. However, Zhang Yang was blocking their escape route, while the Hun cavalry were rushing towards them like a hurricane, completely disregarding their lives.

"Kill ah …" "Kill …" Zhang Yang shouted, and the double knife came out to fight the Hun cavalry frantically. He knew that in order to be successful, it was necessary to keep the Huns here. The second squadron, which was right behind him, swarmed forward and pounced on him without a care in the world.

Yu Fuluo was so shocked that he did not even have the heart to fight anymore, and quickly escaped into the road. Seeing that Yu Fuluo had already run away, the Hun cavalry did not care about killing him anymore. Not long after, Yu Fuluo brought the handicapped veterans and fled without a trace.

Yu Fuluo ran for a long time. The sky had already darkened and the moon was rising slightly. He heaved a sigh of relief because he had not seen any pursuers from the Han Army. But when he turned around, his eyes quickly swept across the Hun cavalry and he could not help but take in a breath of cold air.

After the battle at North Mountain, half of his cavalry had been lost. Right now, there were less than four thousand men following behind him and many of them were injured. They had only managed to pick up their lives.

"Master Yu alone, we are in front of Skypiercing Mountain. After Skypiercing Mountain, we will return to Xihe County. "Now let's find something to eat. It's been a day since we last ate." Chi Lehu rushed over to Yu Fuluo's side and quickly suggested. Due to running too fast in the morning, aside from the weapons and tents he carried with him, all of his provisions had been thrown away. The Huns had gone where they could, but now they were hungry and it was time to rob again.

Yu Fuluo looked around, only to see that on both sides of the road, there were mountain forests, and on the thick layer of snow, there were no footprints left by riders. The forest was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. It seemed extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wind blowing through the mountain.

"Alright, immediately send out the Scouting horse to see if there are any villages nearby. The others should rest on the spot and let the warhorses catch their breath. " After running for such a long time, the Han army still could not catch up, and would probably not catch up. Yu Fuluo himself was tired, so he jumped off his horse.

He did not hear Chi Lehu's reply, nor did he hear the sound of Chi Lehu leaving on his horse. He turned his head in surprise, and his eyes widened. Chi Lehu's hands tightly grabbed onto the long arrow's chest that was pierced through, his mouth gaped open, and his face was filled with pain and fear. He died without a word and slowly fell backward on the horse.

Yu Fuluo felt his entire body turning cold, as if the mountain breeze was howling right beside his ears. He opened his eyes wide in shock, and turned his head to look into the mountain forest, when suddenly, he saw countless long arrow s appearing in his line of sight like demons. The long arrow tore through the air and cut through the night. The desolate mountain wind seemed to be dodging its sharp claws.

"Puchi …"

"Puchi …"

"Puchi …"

The sound of Arrows entering the body was heavy and ear-piercing, as though it was raining. The bodies of the soldiers fell to the ground, their warhorses wailing in pain. In an instant, the quiet valley was torn into bloody pieces.

In the hazy moonlight, the long and thin Arrows seemed to have eyes, it looked like it had yearned for the body of the Hun cavalry and its warhorse. When the warhorse was attacked by the Arrows, it immediately ran away violently.

The Arrows roared towards the Hun cavalry from different directions and the Hun cavalry continued to fall. Originally, the Huns were the best at using Arrows to attack the enemy, but today, they were attacked by the most violent Arrows, and that was probably karmic retribution.

The Hun cavalry had no choice but to jump off their horses and lie down in the wilderness beside the road to avoid the densely-packed Arrows. Due to the continuous travel, the soldiers were very tired. This sudden sneak attack had hit them in the head, causing heavy casualties. The cavalrymen who had luckily escaped from this calamity were rolling and crawling on the ground. Some of the soldiers were panicking and didn't know what to do. Some of them galloped into the night, running towards the vast darkness.

Yu Fuluo lay on the ground in despair, watching Hun cavalry fall one by one. The Arrows were too crowded, he estimated that there were around fifteen thousand of them waiting in ambush. With so many archers waiting, escaping was tantamount to suicide. None of the fleeing cavalrymen could avoid the attacks of the Arrows.

"Howl …"

"Howl …"

The mournful and low voice of the Bullhorn suddenly sounded in the forests on both sides of the road, like the long howls of wild wolves. Yu Fuluo knew that this was the final attack of his Han army. What he did not know was whether he would be able to escape with his life this time.

The ones lying in ambush in front of Skypiercing Mountain was Zhao Hong and Han Zhong's cavalry brigade. According to their orders, they had already been waiting here for an entire day, they never expected that Yu Fuluo would really deliver himself to their doorstep. Zhao Hong and Han Zhong who were overjoyed saw that the Huns were all lying on the ground, and immediately started to blow their Bullhorn s to charge forward.

"Kill …"

Zhao Hong roared, he took the lead and rushed out from the forest to the left, the eight thousand riders behind him raised the shining Pu Dao s, and shouted together, like a surging torrent, they poured down the hill. The distance of fifty to sixty steps between the mountain and the foot of the mountain was covered in an instant.

"Retreat …" "Quickly retreat …"

Seeing that the Han army had launched a charge, Yu Fuluo climbed up from the ground in a hurry, jumping onto his horse and roared at the top of his lungs, urging the Hun cavalry to escape quickly. Under the onslaught of such concentrated cavalry, the only thing that could be done was to turn the horses into minced meat while lying on the ground.

The Hun cavalry s miserably crawled back up, anxiously jumping onto their warhorses, escaping into the darkness. Those Huns who had no war horses could only spread their legs and flee in the snow like headless flies.

The Chinese cavalry chased after them and chased after them. Seeing that the Huns didn't dare to turn back, the Han army who was charging in the front shot them with a strong crossbow. The Huns, who were desperately running away, couldn't care about anything at the moment. They could only beat their warhorses with their whips, wishing that they could grow wings on their warhorses.

As for the Huns who were running on the ground, they were even more unlucky. The Huns almost didn't turn back as they were chopped in half by the Korean Army Soldiers. Some of the fallen Huns didn't even have time to shout before they were trampled by the horses' hooves.