Let Him Go

Xiahou Dun fled decisively. He had no choice but to run. If he hesitated any longer, the cavalry would likely surround him and make mincemeat of him. It wasn't that he feared dying at the hands of those cavalrymen; he was afraid of being entangled by them.

Thinking of the seven burly men behind him, Xiahou Dun couldn't help feeling a chill down his backside. He instinctively raised his hand and slapped the horse's rump. "Ah!" A startled cry rang out, and only then did Xiahou Dun remember that he was holding Cheng Yu...

"Ah, sorry." He apologized while hurriedly placing Cheng Yu behind him.

Those seven burly men behind him were far too vicious. If they caught him, they would pose him in all sorts of ways... Just imagining the scene made his heart turn cold.

Three hundred thousand civilian laborers were ahead, along with vast amounts of grain, supplies, and baggage, as well as five thousand soldiers. Behind him was Liu Bei's army, watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey. A difficult choice lay before Xiahou Dun: should he organize everyone for a retreat, or...?

"Xiahou brat, where do you think you're running?!"

A roar like an exploding thunderclap rang out behind him. Then an air cannon came hurtling over at high speed. Xiahou Dun swung his spear and knocked aside the incoming air cannon. This time, he no longer needed to think about it... Run. That was the only word, and he wouldn't say it twice!

He didn't even need to turn his head to know that Zhang Fei had caught up. As for whether anyone else was pursuing him, did it matter?

He couldn't even beat Zhang Fei alone. Why bother thinking about anything else?

When an army lost a battle, it collapsed like a