Chapter 22: Unrivaled, Who Can Stand Against Me!

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“Only eleven riders have left the city? Have these Han soldiers lost their minds?”
“Haha, they’re brave after all. Dying on horseback is better than being trapped in a lonely fortress.”
“Silence! Don’t underestimate the enemy.”

During the charge, the captain of the hundred riders, Xin Moluospear, pointed his lance at Su Yao.
“Look at their weapons—it’s that Han general who broke through the lines the other day.”

When they crushed the Bingzhou legion two days ago, Lü Bu, wielding a halberd and leading the charge on horseback, left a deep impression on them.
“Whoa!”
“Haha, jackpot! I heard King Xiutu decreed that the head of any halberd-wielding general is worth a thousand gold coins.”
“Hold formation! Follow me in the assault!”

Xin Moluospear shouted at the top of his lungs, leading by example as the spearhead of the wedge formation, charging straight at Su Yao.

But Su Yao on the opposite side called out a halt:
“Hold your positions!”
“Captain?” “Captain Su?!”
“Obey orders! Everyone stop!” Cheng Lian shouted.

Watching Su Yao’s horse grow smaller in the distance, he knew this officer was about to charge the formation alone once again...

Cavalry warfare depends on impact—the tremendous speed combined with the horse’s weight channels all power into the spear’s tip. In that instant, the force is like a tidal wave, capable of smashing any foe in its path.

However, to unleash such power usually requires a group of cavalry, especially knights equipped with armor and horse gear to maximize their strength.

Now, they had only eleven riders left.

Yet, facing the lone figure advancing ahead, Cheng Lian felt as if he saw a rising sea wave and heard the roar of crashing tides.

This young officer would become a dragon single-handedly, stirring up a massive surge to shatter the rocky reef before them.

Their mission was to become the second wave, following closely to strike the shore with fury, cleansing the battlefield.

Could they really achieve this with only eleven riders?

At this moment, Cheng Lian was filled with confidence.

Second by second, time passed. Slowly raising his hand, Cheng Lian saw the enemy wedge formation wobble in response to Su Yao’s solo charge—the opportunity was near.

“What is he doing?”
“Surrendering?”
“Coming to die?”

The wedge’s pace slowed in confusion, but Su Yao began to accelerate.

This sudden gap brought them deadly devastation:

“Who can stop me!!”

With a roar, Su Yao charged like a fierce dragon, swinging his halberd as he crashed into the enemy ranks.

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“What?!”

Tataro, the leader of a thousand riders watching from behind, exclaimed. A blood mist exploded around Su Yao, and in the blink of an eye, his proud hundred-rider unit was pierced right through by this lone rider!

Not only did the brave Xin Moluospear fall dead on the spot, but Su Yao also slew nine enemies in a single breath, cutting through five ranks of the wedge formation.

This halberd-wielding knight’s impact was terrifying indeed!

“Well done, kid!”

From the watchtower at Wu Fort, Lü Bu muttered, gripping the railing tightly amid cheers from the crowd beside him.

“No, be careful!”

Yet, while others basked in surprise, only Lü Bu immediately noticed something unusual about Su Yao.

Of course, such an incredible feat could not come without cost.

—His horse was dead.

Xin Moluospear’s unit was indeed the most tenacious cavalry under Tataro’s command. As the vanguard, Xin Moluospear and his men fought bravely to the very end, firmly gripping their spears even in death, inflicting heavy damage during their fatal clash.

The twelve-foot halberd could protect above, but the horse beneath could not be saved. During the charge and the chaotic passage through the enemy, the horse bore the brunt of the injury.

Standing beside the fallen steed, Su Yao felt a pang of regret. He had not even named this loyal horse yet.

“Kill him! Avenge Captain Xin Moluospear!”
“Charge! Support the captain!”

In panic, the enemy cavalry turned their horses and launched a frenzied assault on the lone Su Yao.

Right behind them was the tightly formed unit led by Cheng Lian.

Cheng Lian was anxious—without his mount, Su Yao’s distance to the Han cavalry was greater than that of the enemy’s, and no matter what, this brave officer could not escape the encirclement before the Han riders arrived.

A death trap?!

“Kill him! Just kill him!”

Tataro’s wild cries had barely died away when an incredible sight unfolded:

“How is he running faster than a horse?!”
“Is he even human?!”
“Could this be the speed Su Yao gained from his daily sprints?” Lü Bu said, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.

The battlefield was becoming a massacre.

When Su Yao outran horses and wielded a halberd longer than any other weapon, what would the scene look like?

It was like a confused mob of enemy cavalry blindly chasing Su Yao’s tail, only to lose their heads one by one. Anyone who came close to the halberd’s sweep was instantly struck down, horse and rider alike.

When they sensed something was wrong and slowed to retreat, Su Yao pressed forward, darting left and right, playing a deadly game of enemy advance, my retreat; enemy retreat, my pursuit, keeping his foes locked within the reach of his weapon.

For a moment, the scene was so gruesome it was almost unbearable—a one-sided slaughter.

“The halberd sweeps the battlefield, peerless for all eternity!”

Su Yao laughed heartily, shouting,
“Come on—bring it on!”

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This was the second round of clash between Su Yao and the enemy cavalry.

“We can’t beat him, no way!”
“(Hunnic curse), monster, a monster!”

The enemy cavalry was thrown into chaos, missing the single key to victory.

Could such an invincible Su Yao still be defeated?

The Huns dared not even consider the question.

But the answer was clear—Su Yao was human, flesh and blood, and as everyone knows, humans die when killed.

Su Yao’s greatest weakness on the battlefield was his stamina bar—it was not infinite. When exhausted, he would enter a brief state of weakness and collapse, during which his reflexes and mobility would sharply decline, making dashes, sprints, and evasions impossible. This often proved fatal in the chaos of battle.

This was why, despite his horse-level speed, Su Yao still rode a mount.

His current extraordinary performance was thanks to his mastery of combat techniques—through muscle memory, he had developed a set of moves that allowed him to use the brief openings after counterattacks to regulate breathing, recover stamina, and conserve energy. In the world of "True Three," players called this the "Master Counter" technique—a high-level combat skill.

To an outsider, it seemed as if he could run endlessly and attack without restraint.

“Retreat first, regroup our forces, no more losses!”

This was the correct response. If they could form a tight encirclement and limit Su Yao’s movements, they might cause him significant trouble.

But the opportunity was fleeting, and the enemy cavalry had no time.

First came a soft thud—
Then bursts of blood blossomed among the enemy ranks as Cheng Lian’s Han cavalry cut the Huns in half.

“Kill!”

Focused entirely on Su Yao’s monstrous performance, the enemy cavalry neglected the other wave of opponents on the field, who now slaughtered another dozen men at a single glance.

“Retreat, retreat!”
“(Hunnic curse), don’t push!”

After only two rounds of fighting, the enemy cavalry had lost a third of their men under the assaults of Su Yao and Cheng Lian. They collapsed instantly, galloping back to their main camp.

But exposing one’s back was deadly foolish.

Most effective kills on the battlefield, beyond the initial clash, come from pursuit during a rout.

Su Yao, of course, would not miss this chance to reap. He swiftly seized a nearby unclaimed horse and led Cheng Lian and others in a furious chase to widen their victory.

One Hun after another fell on the road of retreat.

Soon, over half of this hundred-strong cavalry was lost.

“Lord Tataro, we must rescue them!”
“No rescue. Let them be pursued.”

Tataro gritted his teeth and ordered,
“Everyone prepare, follow my command. Once the enemy cavalry approaches, charge all at once and overwhelm them. Anyone who retreats shall be executed without mercy!”