Facing the spear thrust straight at his chest, he merely stepped back with his right foot and twisted his body to the right, choosing to take the blow head-on. His right-hand ring-hilt saber followed through in a diagonal slash, brutally cleaving into the neck of the Yuan Shao soldier before him.
Half of the soldier's neck was severed, and blood sprayed into the air.
Before he could feel even the slightest excitement, a saber came slashing down from the side. He raised his left arm and forcefully knocked it aside, then thrust his drawn ring-hilt saber with all his strength, driving it deep into the soldier's chest.
He kicked the enemy away and smoothly pulled out his ring-hilt saber, then once again chose to take a saber strike with his chest. Even through the steel cuirass, the impact forced him half a step backward, and a searing pain spread through his chest. Bruising was inevitable.
Taking advantage of the enemy's exhausted strength, he swung his ring-hilt saber horizontally, brutally severing the man's right arm and opening a long gash across his side. The man was clearly beyond saving.
This was merely the most ordinary scene on the battlefield. Thousands upon thousands of similar scenes were unfolding without pause.
Liu Bei's forty-thousand troops had been surrounded on three sides by Qu Yi's one hundred and fifty thousand men, who had launched a fierce assault.
The battlefield was packed with people, making nimble techniques impossible to use. Every movement was broad and forceful. During training, Liu Bei's army had deliberately practiced using their cuirasses to withstand enemy attacks.
Where the two armies clashed, corpses began slowly piling up. At first, Liu Bei's army had held firm against Yuan Shao's assault, but as time passed, their line could no longer hold and was