In this case, Yuan Shu had no choice but to bypass the infantry first and let the cavalry pursue Dong Zhuo.
"promise."
Yan Liang, Wen Chou, and Zhao Yun seemed to have become the leaders of all the cavalry. Under their leadership, more than 20,000 cavalry bypassed the battlefield and rushed toward the Flying Bear Army.
"Flying Bear Army, charge."
Seeing the cavalry charging towards him, Dong Qing did not hesitate and directly ordered the Flying Bear Army to charge.
The two cavalrymen were like two arrows, approaching at high speed.
"Crossbow strike."
"Crossbow strike."
As Dong Zhuo's elite flying bear army, crossbows are naturally indispensable weapons. Yuan Shu's cavalry are also the elite of their respective princes and are fully equipped.
For a moment, crossbow arrows flew everywhere, and a famous cavalryman was hit by an arrow and fell off his horse.
"Knife fight."
Zhao Yun waved his gun to deflect the crossbow arrows aimed at him, then galloped his horse to attack.
In a cavalry battle, the crossbow only has one chance, and the next step is to enter the most brutal close-quarters combat.
"Knife fight."
Dong Qing was the same over there, holding a big sword and rushing towards Zhao Yun.
The cavalrymen on both sides silently drew their swords and looked at each other with murderous intent.
"kill,"
Dong Qing slashed wildly with his sword, directly hitting Zhao Yun's head.
However, Zhao Yun swung his spear and flew the long knife away, then stabbed Dong Qing in the throat.
"when."
Swords and guns clashed, the two riders staggered, then turned around and ran back.
As a Qiang, Dong Qing is quite powerful, and he was carefully trained by Dong Zhuo. His combat power is slightly weaker than Hua Xiong, otherwise he would not be able to suppress the arrogant and fierce generals of the Flying Bear Army.
Dong Qing's bravery exceeded Zhao Yun's expectations, but so what, he would kill all ghosts and gods without mercy.
Zhao Yun tried to stab him, but Dong Qing blocked him with his sword. Then he took advantage of the situation and slashed straight into Zhao Yun's waist.
The long knife was blocked by the handle of Zhao Yun's gun, and then he used the twisting technique to pull out Dong Qing's long knife.
"Go to hell,"
Dong Qing was very brave. Even though his long sword was knocked away, he was not afraid at all. He drew out the ring-shou sword with one hand and struck at Zhao Yun.
When the sword light struck, Zhao Yun turned around to avoid it, then rode his horse backwards.
Every inch of field is strong, every inch is short and dangerous. Long guns are too disadvantageous in close combat.
Dong Qing held a knife in one hand, but with the other hand he escaped from the horse's side and threw a short spear towards Zhao Yun.
"when."
Zhao Yun swung his spear and knocked away the short spear, then rode his horse towards Dong Qing to kill him.
The spear failed, so Dong Qing did not hesitate and threw a short spear again, but it was knocked away by Zhao Yun again.
"kill."
The silver spear flashed and pierced Dong Qing's throat.
Dong Qing quickly swung his sword to resist, but Zhao Yun's silver spear changed direction strangely, avoiding the ring-shou knife and piercing his throat.
"You will never think about me even if you die."
Dong Qing grabbed Zhao Yun's spear with one hand, and with the other hand held the ring-headed sword and slashed towards Zhao Yun's arm along with the silver spear.
Without saying much, Zhao Yun's silver spear shook, sending Dong Qing's knife flying, and then lifted him into the air with force.
After falling from the air, Dong Qing struggled to turn his head to the distance, which was the direction of Luoyang and the direction of Dong Zhuo's evacuation.
"boom."
Ashes to dust to dust, Dong Qing finally closed his eyes.
"kill."
After Zhao Yun killed Dong Qing, he rushed into the Flying Bear Army with his gun, causing a bloody storm.
The same goes for Yan Liang and Wen Chou. No matter who they are, it is difficult for them to block their attacks. In a short time, more than 30 or 40 flying bear soldiers were killed in front of them.
Even so, the Flying Bear Army still surged in like a tidal wave.
Although they only have 10,000 people, their momentum is more violent than the coalition's 20,000 cavalry.
The battle continues, and time passes by, half an hour, an hour, and a shift hour.
The number of the Flying Bear Army also increased from 10,000, to 8,000, to 5,000, and in the end, only a mere 1,000 were left, still huddled together, dragging the coalition cavalry in place.
Forty thousand infantrymen under the command of Yuan Shu surrounded the Flying Bear Army.
"He who surrenders will be spared death."
Looking at the tenacious Flying Bear Army, Yuan Shu had to give a thumbs up. Dong Zhuo did have a good way of training troops. If this group of Flying Bear Army surrendered, he would not mind reorganizing them into his own command.
"Haha, surrender? That's a good idea."
"Yes, I have already chopped off three heads with my sword. I don't mind cutting off the fourth head again."
"That's right, if I want to chase the commander, I'll kill you first."
"Brothers, kill him so you can drink,"
Yuan Shu's words made the Feixiong Army sneer, and then they spontaneously launched a charge towards Yuan Shu.
"Shoot."
With an order, countless sharp arrows fell from the sky, nailing a famous flying bear soldier to the ground.
Until the last flying bear soldier fell to the ground, none of them surrendered.
"What a great flying bear army, what a pity."
Looking at the Feixiong Army lying on the charge path, Yuan Shu couldn't help but nodded.
The Fei Xiong army was destroyed, but Dong Zhuo's flag still stood behind, and the flag was still so eye-catching in the evening.
"Cut down Dong Zhuo's handsome flag."
"promise."
Yan Liang rode his horse to the side of the handsome flag and cut the bowl-shaped flagpole into two pieces with one knife.
Dong Zhuo's commander, like Optimus Prime, fell to the ground with a thud, splashing mud all over the sky.
"Dong Zhuo has been defeated. Those who surrender will be spared death, and those who resist will be killed without mercy."
Yuan Shu called out to the trapped Xiliang army again.
This time, the Xiliang army lost their will to fight, the Fei Xiong army was destroyed, and Dong Zhuo's flag was cut off. It seemed that the commander was really defeated.
By now, the Xiliang army was at the end of its might, and Dong Zhuo's commanding flag had become the straw that broke their backs.
Steel knives were thrown to the ground, and more than 50,000 Xiliang troops knelt on one knee and surrendered to the coalition of princes.
Until this moment, the tragic night offensive and defensive battle finally came to an end. Sixty thousand people from the Xiliang army were killed, including Dong Zhuo's most elite Flying Bear Army, and 40,000 were captured. However, there were still 60,000 to 70,000 people who followed Dong Zhuo and retreated.
Luoyang.
Not counting Qiao Mao and others, nearly 40,000 people died in the battle on the coalition side of the princes, and more than 5,000 cavalry died in the battle. If the losses of Qiao Mao and others were included, the number of casualties on the coalition side was more than 60,000, and countless others were injured.
This battle was a lose-lose for both sides. Dong Zhuo retreated to Luoyang, and the allied forces of the princes temporarily lost their offensive capabilities and could only return to Sishui Pass.
"Humph, I'm really angry,"
Dong Zhuo fled back to Luoyang in embarrassment and lost his temper in the prime minister's palace.
Li Ru stood outside the door of Dong Zhuo's room, listening to the tinkling inside, and his heart jumped up and down.
"Li Ru, what are you doing outside? Come in quickly."
Seeing Li Ru's figure, Dong Zhuo directly called him in.
"Prime Minister."
Li Ru came in and quickly saluted Dong Zhuo.
"Li Ru, our army was defeated and retreated to Luoyang. What should we do now?"
Seeing Li Ru's cowering look, Dong Zhuo felt depressed.
"Prime Minister, our army has been newly defeated, and Luoyang is too big to defend. It is better to move the capital to Chang'an now."
"Move the capital?"
"Yes, move the capital."
Dong Zhuo was stunned by Li Ru's words. Luoyang was prosperous and was the center of the world. Chang'an had been eroded by wind and rain for so many years and had gone through the Yellow Turban Rebellion. It had long been desolate. Compared with Luoyang, the gap was huge.
