Live together, die together!

It had happened far too quickly—everything had happened far too quickly. From the White Horse Yicong cutting through the front of Yuan Shao's central army with unstoppable force to Qu Yi's Death Warriors meeting them head-on with a barrage of arrows, it had taken only a few dozen seconds. After sprinting four hundred meters at high speed and firing an arrow every four or five seconds on average, the White Horse Yicong had already lost around four thousand men.

Gongsun Zan stared blankly at the scene. Everything seemed to be playing out in slow motion before his eyes, yet he could not even react in time to stop it.

Too fast. They collided at high speed, closed into melee, spears pierced through bodies, and blades split men and horses in two!

Both sides had once again lost half their men, and all of it had taken only a few minutes.

What could a few minutes accomplish on an ancient battlefield?

Nothing at all!

Even on a modern battlefield, there would not be enough time to react to much.

Yet these brief few minutes were the most brutal minutes of the year-long war in Jizhou. The losses were equally devastating for Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao. One side had a vast foundation, so losing a chunk of flesh would not damage its bones or tendons. The other, however, had been struck hard enough to break its bones.

The situation was now extremely disadvantageous for Gongsun Zan. The White Horse Yicong had been too ferocious and charged too deeply, completely breaking away from the main army and falling into an encirclement. Yuan Shao's army had exploited precisely that weakness, sacrificing its vanguard to create this irreversible situation.

Having lost most of their number, with morale collapsing and surrounded on all sides, the