Cao Chun was also overcome with grief at the sight, but as Lü Bu's troops drew ever closer, he could only suppress his sorrow, step forward, and pull Xiahou Yuan to his feet. "Take Yuanrang's body and retreat. I'll cover your withdrawal!"
It was already too late for everyone to retreat. Someone had to stay behind to hold off Lü Bu and Zhao Yun.
"I'm not leaving! I'll make him pay with his life!"
Xiahou Yuan raised his head and looked toward Lü Bu, his face twisted with fury. He roared with bloodshot eyes, then grabbed his weapon and made to fight Lü Bu!
"Miaocai!"
Cao Chun reached out to stop Xiahou Yuan and slapped him hard across the face. "Yuanrang died for you!" he cursed. "Do you want him to die with his eyes still open?"
"Hurry and retreat with General Gongming! Take Yuanrang's body with you. Don't waste any more time!"
Xiahou Yuan's eyes were crimson, and he nearly ground his teeth to pieces. But when he looked at Xiahou Dun's body, he finally chose to swallow his anguish and hatred.
If they all died here, Xiahou Dun would truly be left without a burial place. How could he bear that?
"Be careful!"
After that warning to Cao Chun, Xiahou Yuan hoisted Xiahou Dun's corpse onto his back, mounted his horse, and withdrew with Xu Huang.
Zhao Yun was fighting the many Cao Army soldiers around him alone. His gaze sharpened at the sight, and he barked, "Where do you think you're going?"
Lü Bu had already led his troops into the fray. If Zhao Yun could delay them a little longer, they could slay all these Cao Army generals here.
How could he possibly let them escape so easily?
But before Zhao Yun could fight his way