Hearing this sound, many horse thieves immediately reacted. Before, they had fallen into a misunderstanding of thinking, and even escaping was unconscious, so so many companions were killed. Now that this idea has been reversed, these geniuses immediately realized the heights of this.

"Run!" The horse thieves shouted together, and gave up on their companions who had called brothers at the dinner table. They turned their horses' heads and ran in the direction they chose.

A few horse thieves chose the same direction and just looked at each other, and continued to ride their horses without hesitation. Nothing was shown on their faces, but these people were holding a breath in their hearts and secretly tried their best to speed up the horses. He didn't have to run fast or think too much. As long as he could run in front of others and leave them behind, he could survive.

Until now, these horse thieves still have no intention of fighting and will not fight with their backs. They still habitually plot against each other in their hearts, believing that as long as they run faster than other companions, they can escape safely. Perhaps, this is just an illusion created by these cavalrymen in Bingzhou, which allows people to see hope, so they cannot make up their minds to fight to the death.

"It's ridiculous." Seeing this scene, Lu Bu was still standing there, with a sarcastic smile on his face. This situation was as expected, and he was not surprised. People can do anything in desperate situations, but so what?

The cavalry that the Bingzhou cavalry once hunted was not ten thousand, but also had eight thousand. All kinds of escape methods had been seen. Unfortunately, among these various kinds, not many people could truly escape, and most of them had become dead souls.

"Scatter." The cavalry scattered consciously and chased the horse thieves in a fan shape. It seemed that they had also scattered, but in a vague way, each cavalry had a connection and could support each other. When encountering sudden situations, they could condense into a force to settle them.

The cavalry on the edge of the fan-shaped continued to pull their bows and focused on attacking several horse thieves. They were running at the front and at the edge. If they were not shot, they would really have a chance to escape. One by one, they would still not have much pressure on the cavalry to kill such horse thieves. With excellent riding and shooting skills, they can truly be called sharpshooters. In such local battles, they can almost eliminate the enemy effortlessly.

On the other side, the cavalry in the center was protruding, and the horsepower stored by the war horses before was completely exploded at this moment. You can't help but increase. The horse thief ran away and overdrawn the horsepower. At this time, the hidden dangers suddenly appeared. They could not get rid of these cavalry at all, and they could not even extend the distance. They could only be chased by them, getting closer and closer.

"Kill!" A cavalry approached a horse thief, shouted coldly, stabbed out with a rifle, left a blood hole on the horse thief like lightning, and then took it back.

His movements were fast, ruthless and accurate, and he did not even have any suspicion at all. He did not take a look until the thief's body fell to the ground. The cavalry continued to rush towards the next target, with the indifference in his eyes almost cruel.

Such scenes frequently appear on the battlefield. The Bingzhou cavalry was cold and mechanical and numb, like a precision-operated machine, crushing towards the enemy. Any enemy that resisted them would be crushed into meat paste. They were almost without emotions, just like real wolves. Wolves were useless for their goals, and they were the same, but the wolf was for food, they fought, and for faith!

Kill, kill!

The sharp knife that galloped away swept away and turned into a storm in an instant. The originally large number of people became the targets of being hunted at this moment. They were slaughtered without much resistance. Until the last moment, their eyes were filled with confusion and confusion. From beginning to end, they questioned their own luck, but they never thought that the opportunity to escape had been placed in front of them, but they just didn't seize it.

It's just possible, maybe after that, they face deeper despair.

In the end, they had no chance of any of the massacres, which was underway.

"Report." A cavalry rode his horse to Lu Bu, jumped off his horse and half-kneeled to report.

"All the enemies have been killed."

"Yeah." Lu Bu nodded and pointed to the head beside him, "Take it down and build a Jingguan here. Although it is small, I want those people to know that Bingzhou is not a place that anyone can come to if they want to."

"Yes!" The cavalry reached out, not caring about the blood on the head, grabbed the heads of the three heads with one hand, got on the horse, and ran away.

Along the way, where there were corpses, cavalry were cutting off the heads of the corpses, gathering them together, preparing to be buried in a concentrated manner. As for their heads, there was no fate of burial, and they would stand in shame on the ground of Bingzhou until the flesh rotted and were pecked by carnivorous birds, and finally became a crushing white bone skull.

There are also soldiers who are collecting trophy. If the bandits are in charge, they will usually carry valuable items with them and will not be placed in a certain place. Bingzhou's border cavalry, in the Central Army and the Han Dynasty's Northern and Southern Army, laughed at by the Central Army and the Han Dynasty's Northern and Southern Army, were called vultures. They could not get more salary subsidies from the court, so they could only rely on their hands to plunder the enemy's bodies after the battle to obtain profits.

More than ten minutes passed, and a Jingguan was built in an unknown corner on the land of Bingzhou. On the Jingguan, there were heads with dry blood clots on their faces, and their ferocious expressions made them look very terrifying. Drops of blood were still dripping down the cut-off neck, from the top to the head below, from high to bottom, like a blood-red river flowing down from the high place. Until finally, under Jingguan, a small blood pot accumulated, and the solid land had penetrated the blood and turned blood red.

This Jingguan was not decorated with unnecessary things, nor was it necessary to carve monuments. For Lu Bu, including many of his cavalry, it was just a trivial wave in his long military career. What could really leave people with memories was the caravans or horse bandits who passed here later. Only they could experience a feeling of cruelty in their minds.
Chapter completed!