Hearing this, many horse thieves immediately reacted, before they fell into a misunderstanding, even running away was unconscious, this is why so many companions will be killed. Now that this train of thought has been reversed, these elves are immediately aware of the high ground in it.

"Run!" The horse thieves shouted in unison, and they all gave up their companions who had been brothers and sisters at the wine table, and each turned his horse's head and fled in the direction he chose.

Several of the horse thieves chose the same direction, and they just looked at each other, and continued to gallop without hesitation. There was nothing on their faces, but they all held their breath in their hearts, and secretly tried their best to speed up the horses. He didn't have to run fast or think about anything, as long as he could run ahead of the others and leave them behind, he would survive.

Until now, these horse thieves still have no will to fight, they will not fight against the water, and they still habitually calculate each other in their hearts, believing that as long as they run faster than their other companions, they can escape safely. Perhaps, this is just an illusion created by these cavalry in the state, so that people can see hope, so they cannot make up their minds to fight to the death.

"Ridiculous." Seeing this scene, Lu Bu still stood still in place, with a mocking smile on his face. He wasn't surprised that he had expected this situation, that people could do anything in a desperate situation, but so what?

The cavalry that the Bingzhou cavalry once pursued and killed, not 10,000, but also 8,000, have seen all kinds of escape methods. It's a pity that among all these things, there are not many people who can really escape, and most of them have become dead souls.

"Scatter." The cavalry consciously dispersed, fanning after the horse thieves. It seems that they are also scattered, but if there is nothing, each cavalry is still connected with each other, can support each other, and in the event of an emergency, can condense into a force to settle down.

The fan-edged cavalry continued to draw their bows and focus on striking at several horse thieves, who were running at the front and on the edge, and if they were not shot, then they would have a real chance of escaping. Kill this kind of horse thief one by one, the cavalry still doesn't have much pressure, they have excellent riding and archery skills, they can really be called marksmen, in this kind of local battle, they can almost effortlessly clear the enemy.

On the other side, the cavalry in the center stood out, and the horsepower stored by the previous war horse completely exploded at this moment. You eliminate me, before the horse thieves ran for their lives, overdrawing their horsepower, at this time the hidden danger appeared so abruptly, they couldn't get rid of these cavalry at all, and even the distance couldn't be extended, they could only be chased by them, closer and closer, closer and closer.

"Kill!" A cavalryman approached a horse thief, gave a cold snort, and the horse spear stabbed out, leaving a bloody hole in the horse thief's body like lightning, and then retracted it.

His movements were swift and precise, and he did not even hesitate in the slightest in suspicion, and did not look at the thief's body until it fell to the ground. The cavalry continued to rush towards the next target, the indifference in their eyes bordering on cruelty.

Such scenes frequently appeared on the battlefield, and the cavalry was cold and numb, like a precision machine, running towards the enemy, and any enemy who resisted in front of it would be crushed into pulp. They are almost emotionless, just like real wolves, wolves will do anything for their goals, and they are the same, except that wolves are for food, they are for battle, and they are for faith!

Kill, kill!

The sharp knife that galloped up swept away, turning into a storm in an instant. The originally large number of parties became the target of hunting at this moment, and they were slaughtered without much resistance, and until the last moment, their eyes were still full of bewilderment, and they were always questioning their own luck, but they never thought that the opportunity to escape had been placed in front of them, but they didn't seize it.

It's just a possibility, maybe after that. They are faced with deeper despair.

In the end, they have no chance, and the massacre is underway.

"Report." A cavalryman rode up to Lu Bu, jumped off his horse and half-knelt to give a report.

"The enemy has been killed."

"Yes." Lu Bu nodded, and lightly pointed to the head on the side, "Take it down and build a Jingguan here, although it is small, but I want those people to know that Jizhou is not a place where anyone can come if they want to." ”

"Yes!" The cavalryman stretched out his hand, not caring about the blood stains on the skull, grabbed the hair of the three heads together with one hand, got on his horse, and ran away.

Along the way, wherever there were corpses, cavalrymen were cutting off the heads of the corpses and collecting them in one place, ready to be buried in a centralized manner. As for their heads, they will not be buried, and will be erected in disgrace on the land of the state, until the flesh rots, is pecked by predatory birds, and finally becomes a white bone skull in a crushing defeat.

There are also soldiers who are collecting the spoils of war, and bandits usually carry valuables with them and do not leave them in one place. And the border cavalry army of Bingzhou, in the Central Army, the Han Dynasty's Northern and Southern Army, is called a vulture. They had no way to get more subsidies from the imperial court, so they had to rely on their hands, and after the battle, they looted the corpses of the enemy for profit.

More than ten minutes passed, and in this unknown corner of the land of Bingzhou, a Beijing Temple was built. On the Jingguan, there are dead heads, and their faces are covered with dried blood clots, coupled with that hideous expression, which makes them look very terrifying. Drops of blood were still dripping down the severed neck, from the top skull to the bottom head, from the top to the bottom, like a blood-red river flowing down from the heights. Until eventually, under the Jingguan, a small puddle of blood had accumulated, and the solid land had been soaked with blood and turned blood-red.

This Jingguan was not decorated with superfluous things, nor did it need to be engraved to commemorate it, and for Lu Bu, including many of his cavalry, it was just an insignificant wave in his long military career. What can really make people remember is only the caravan or horse thieves and bandits who passed here later, and only they can experience a feeling that is cruelly engraved in their minds.

"Let's go back." Lu Bu mounted his horse and led the army back.

(End of chapter)