Looking down over the battlefield from the sky, one would have seen Yan Liang, Wen Chou, and Yuan Shao leading two or three hundred riders in a wild gallop. The bearing of a clan that had held the Three Excellencies for four generations, the image of a Classical Studies Clan-none of it was worth a damn before life and death.
Behind Yuan Shao was Cao Cao, who had come to support him. Xiahou Dun, Cao Ren, and the other members of his clan likewise guarded him as he fled. Cao Cao had even thrown away his cumbersome helmet, and over a thousand soldiers fled for their lives beside him.
Luo Xiao led his cavalry in relentless pursuit. The surging fugitives were like a flood threatening to sweep everything away, their wails and screams shaking the heavens as they swiftly overwhelmed everything, until they nearly burst out of the valley and the view suddenly opened up.
Cao Cao's heart bled. Who knew how many of the village militia he had painstakingly recruited he would lose in this rout? Fortunately, his veteran troops remained, or he really would have vomited blood.
"We're out! We're out!"
Countless men shouted, their voices filled with irrepressible ecstasy, with a yearning to live. Like water spraying from a narrow pipe, the routed soldiers scattered in every direction in an instant. They moved so quickly that the change immediately caused an even worse stampede. In that single instant, who knew how many screamed and died at the very moment they believed they would live?
A thousand of the cavalry behind Luo Xiao split off to keep driving the soldiers into headlong flight, while he took two thousand elite cavalry to hunt down Cao Cao. Cao Cao's and Gongsun Zan's forces were the last elite troops of Yuan