Chapter 3: Driving Lü Bu Back with a Single Arrow

“Such a monster has emerged among the Han people; I must return and report to King Xiutu!”

But... can I still return?

The head of the cavalry guards raced wildly over the rough battlefield, yet not a trace of peace settled in his heart.

It was nothing short of a nightmare. Though their hundred-strong squad had suffered heavy losses assaulting the fortress, dozens of comrades still remained. Yet within a short span, this one man had utterly annihilated them—whether surrendering or fleeing, none could escape the fate of decapitation.

Just moments ago, he had seen that shaven-headed demon, who stripped them of their armor, chase down a fellow rider, slash him down, and seize his horse in a furious sprint. What kind of monster was this?

To say he moved with the swiftness of a fleeing shadow, leaving horses far behind, would not be an exaggeration.

“Only me left... (Hunnic curse).”

Despair—utter despair.

Perhaps fate was not entirely cruel. At that moment, on a nearby hillside ahead, a mixed cavalry and infantry unit appeared.

Reinforcements? No, they were Han soldiers.

The red-clad, armored Han guards were unmistakable.

Yet the appearance of a longtime adversary brought a strange relief. Compared to the silent, beheading demon behind him, these Han troops seemed almost kind.

So he raised his hands high and shouted to the Han soldiers:

“Surrender! I surrender!”

“Hey! You planning to ADD? (referring to unnecessary actions that draw new enemies)”

Behind him, Su Yao urged his horse forward, silently drawing his bow.

Su Yao, always a perfectionist in wiping out foes, could not tolerate letting any slip away.

The mere thought of a “fleeing” marker popping up after battle calculation was enough to drive his obsessive-compulsive nature mad.

Although he didn’t understand what the man was shouting, a red name meant death!

He had to eliminate this minor nuisance before it triggered any troublesome events.

Bouncing with his mount’s gallop, Su Yao held his breath, entering a state of perfect harmony with his horse, drawing his bow.

[Unrivaled Mounted Archer] activated.

The fleeing cavalry commander glanced back as if sensing something, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.

What was this shaven-headed demon trying to do?

What did he think he was?

Even the kingdom’s finest archers could only reliably shoot within twenty or thirty paces.

But now, the two riders were nearly a hundred and fifty paces apart!

“Piercing willow leaves, hitting every shot!”

Just as he neared the Han soldiers’ position, death’s whisper came from behind—

Whoosh—

Followed by a dull thud.

A Hunnic cavalryman fell from his horse, lifeless, an arrow shaft embedded halfway through his brow still trembling faintly...

The Han soldiers, poised for battle, froze momentarily, then stepped forward to confirm the man’s death before reporting to their commander:

“Captain Lü, Heaven has blessed our Han! The Huns are fighting among themselves.

That arrow shot, though, was something else—hitting from such a distance, pure luck.”

They were reinforcements rushing in upon seeing the signal fires.

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