(Ahem, if I may interrupt for a moment—double monthly votes at the end of the month, ahem!)
After taking turns attacking, Lu Bu and the other twenty men annihilated over ten thousand Wuhuan Wolf Riders before they could react. This was no longer a question of morale.
To hell with robbing money, grain, and women! Give me a saber—I want to go home!
The five thousand elite cavalrymen finally had a chance to kill enemies and earn merit. After all, they had already received orders: military merit would be calculated by the number of heads taken, and no prisoners were to be kept. Everyone could simply cut loose and kill. At that moment, morale no longer existed among the remaining ten thousand Wolf Riders. Catch up, swing down with a saber, sever the head, reach out to catch the head flying skyward, grab its hair and hang it from your waist, then continue the pursuit.
Of course, they could not kill the horses. Who had not heard that agonized shout just now? They could kill the enemy, but they had to be careful not to injure the horses!
This great battle had actually been decided the moment they set out from Quanzhou. The only questions left were how much they would capture and how many casualties they would suffer.
Under Wang Xuan's furious glare, Lu Bu and the others adopted the attitude of making amends through meritorious service and actively joined the sweep against the Wuhuan cavalrymen attempting to flee. In the end, the entire army of twenty thousand Wolf Riders was wiped out.
What came afterward was even simpler. Aside from women, everyone taller than a cart wheel was slaughtered. Under such systematic killing, by nightfall, all of Liucheng had become a dead city. Wang Xuan led his generals,