Having failed to succeed in a single charge, Cao Chun could no longer ride the momentum of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's assault to slay Lü Bu.
Instead, he risked being slain by Lü Bu on the battlefield.
When Xiahou Dun saw Cao Chun withdraw with the webbing of his hand split and covered in blood, he was startled.
"Lü Bu is so formidable that a single blow split the webbing of my hand!" Cao Chun's face was livid, and his spear hand still trembled slightly. He said gravely, "His reputation as peerless under heaven is well deserved. With Lü Bu and the Dare-to-Die Battalion here, I fear we will struggle to win this battle."
Xiahou Dun's face alternated between green and white. Even the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, in whom he had placed such high hopes, had achieved nothing!
Then he saw Lü Bu charging toward them, bathed in blood like a demonic god. His own army's morale was beginning to crumble under the slaughter, and he could only order a retreat.
Not far away, Lü Bu heard the gongs sounding a retreat from the Cao Army. How could he let them escape?
"Spineless rats!"
He could not accept the failure of his decapitation tactic.
Still less could he accept failing to annihilate the Cao Army or capture the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry he so coveted.
He immediately roared, "Bring me a bow and arrows!"
A guard beside him hurriedly took the bow and arrows hanging beside his own horse and handed them over.
Lü Bu bent the bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed at Xiahou Dun.
Cao Chun wore heavy armor, so this arrow could not kill him, but Lü Bu was confident he could shoot Xiahou Dun dead!
His fingers loosened slightly, and the arrow instantly streaked