Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

Murong Xuepo was completely caught off guard, his mind in a state of confusion. He had never expected Ma Chao to be so bold as to detach his forces to attack Ordos before it even broke through. After a moment of shock, he quickly recovered and shouted out orders to organize a counterattack.

"Bater, Agula!" Murong Xuepo shouted, her voice hoarse with anxiety. "The two of you will each lead your troops to resist the enemy's charge on the left and right sides! You must defend the camp and never let them succeed!"

"Yes!" Bater and Agula took the order and each led their troops and horses, like two arrows shot from a bow, galloping towards Zhang Liao and Zhang Xiu.

Bater, a burly man with a full beard, brandished his mace and charged at Zhang Xiu with great momentum. His troops, well-trained, quickly formed a defensive formation at his command, attempting to withstand Zhang Xiu's charge with a solid line of defense. Zhang Xiu, with keen eyes, saw the enemy's formation and raised his lips slightly in disdain. He waved his spear and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "My men, follow me to break up their formation!"

The Western Liang cavalry charged towards Bater's forces like a black whirlwind. Bater shouted, raised his mace, and hurled it at the foremost cavalryman. The cavalryman, unable to dodge, was struck by the mace, falling to the ground with his horse. Undeterred, the Western Liang cavalry pressed forward. Zhang Xiu, seizing Bater's vulnerable position, charged forward, his spear piercing Bater's throat like a venomous snake emerging from a burrow. Bater quickly dodged, his mace sweeping across his face, attempting to force Zhang Xiu back. Zhang Xiu, however, chose not to engage, deftly dodging the blow while commanding his cavalry to flank and encircle the enemy. Bater's forces gradually fell into disarray, their defenses crumbling under the relentless onslaught of the Western Liang cavalry. Bater fought valiantly, but was ultimately outnumbered. Zhang Xiu stabbed Bater in the shoulder, sending him screaming and nearly dropping his mace. Without his leader, his troops fell into disarray and were routed.

Elsewhere, Agula led his troops in a desperate fight with Zhang Liao. Agula, a master with a broadsword and possessing shrewd skills, led the charge, charging into Zhang Liao's formation. His dual blades wielded with such impenetrable force that Zhang Liao's soldiers struggled to reach him. Seeing this, Zhang Liao reined in his reins, surveyed the situation, and then shouted, "Prepare to shoot!" With a single command, the cavalrymen behind him quickly drew their bows and unleashed a swarm of arrows, raining down upon Agula's troops like locusts. Agula's soldiers fell to the ground, and the ranks fell into a moment of disarray. Zhang Liao seized the opportunity, brandishing his longsword and leading his cavalry in a charge. Seeing this, Agula roared in anger and charged Zhang Liao, brandishing his broadsword. The two engaged in a fierce duel of swords. While Agula's bladeplay was brutal, Zhang Liao's martial arts were superior. After several rounds, Agula's strength gradually wore thin. Seizing the perfect moment, Zhang Liao swung his longsword, striking Agula's arm. Agula felt the pain, nearly dropping his sword. Zhang Liao seized the opportunity and, with another blow, struck Agula down from his horse. Without their leader, Agula's troops fell into disarray, and under Zhang Liao's attack, they quickly collapsed.

With Bater and Agula's forces routed, the camp's left and right defenses collapsed like crumbling embankments, and the Western Liang cavalry surged forward like a raging flood. In the center of the camp, Ma Chao, atop his Aurora BMW, charged with swift agility. His spear wielded, a flash of cold light, and wherever he struck, the enemy fell. Under Ma Chao's leadership, the Western Liang cavalry were unstoppable, and Murong Xuepo's main camp's defenses gradually crumbled.

Murong Xuepo stood in front of the tent, witnessing all this, his face shimmering with emotion, his heart awash with mixed feelings. Meanwhile, Tuya, standing nearby, anxiously advised, "Your Majesty, the Han Chinese have a saying: 'As long as the green mountains remain, there's no need to worry about running out of firewood.' The situation is dire right now. If all else fails, we should retreat!"

Murong Xuepo glared and shouted, "Retreat? Why should we retreat? Most of our troops are now in Ordo City. Once they learn of the turmoil outside and come to reinforce, we can attack them from both sides and eliminate that damned Ma Chao!"

Tuya's face showed worry. She said anxiously, "My king, look at Ma Chao's cavalry. They are so swift and powerful, and their attack is like a tide. If we don't retreat, how can we resist them?"

Murong Xuepo gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said, "Although Ma Chao is powerful, they have fewer troops than us. We have more people, and even if we have to use a pile of people, we will hold them here. As long as we can hold them until Wulihan and Suhe come to reinforce, we can combine our strength and definitely take them down!"

However, Ma Chao seemed to have sensed Murong Xuepo's intentions. He directed his cavalry to attack more fiercely, shouting, "My men, speed up the attack! Don't give them a chance to breathe! Defeat them in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing the commander's command, the Xiliang cavalry's morale soared, and their offensive intensified. Inside Murong Xuepo's camp, shouts of killing and screams echoed, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties under the cavalry's charge. But Murong Xuepo remained steadfast, personally leading the remaining personal guards, attempting to stabilize the defenses while awaiting rescue from the city's main army.

Tuya watched helplessly as the Western Liang cavalry moved freely through the camp. Her own soldiers, facing the fierce onslaught, were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, powerless to resist. The soldiers' screams were incessant, and blood stained the ground of the camp a deep crimson.

Tuya, who was extremely anxious, grabbed Murong Xuepo's sleeve, her eyes full of anxiety and worry, and she advised earnestly: "My king, the game is over! It will be too late if we don't leave now! If we keep our lives, we will have a chance to make a comeback in the future." At this time, Tuya's voice trembled slightly because of nervousness and fear.

Murong Xuepo's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the chaotic battlefield, his heart filled with resentment. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. However, the harsh reality forced him to face the situation. Finally, Murong Xuepo gritted his teeth and sighed, knowing that he could no longer withstand Ma Chao's attack.

He glared fiercely around, as if to engrave this humiliating scene in his memory. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he led his few personal guards, followed by Tuya, and fled in disgrace out of the camp. They were in a panic, their path uncaring. Behind them lay the blazing tents and the receding cries of battle. The once invincible Murong Xuepo now looked like a lost dog, utterly dejected.

Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao keenly noticed that Murong Xuepo's troops were moving backwards like a tide. They looked at each other and said almost at the same time: "Murong Xuepo is trying to escape!"

The two men acted decisively, each leading their cavalry on either side and charging forward like a gust of wind. The sound of horse hooves thundered, stirring up clouds of dust, as they determined to capture Murong Xuepo in one fell swoop.

Murong Xuepo heard the deafening sound of horse hooves behind him. Turning back, he saw the pursuers following him like a shadow, and was horrified. Then he looked at the conspicuous wolf flag behind him, and suddenly he was furious. He shouted at his guards, "What do you need this wolf flag for now? Lose it! Lost it!" The guards did not dare to neglect and quickly discarded the wolf flag.

As Tuya fled with the others, she anxiously warned Murong Xuepo, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Take off your finery and armor! It's too conspicuous!" Tuya quickly stripped off her more ornate clothing as well. Murong Xuepo, waking as if from a dream, quickly stripped off the finery and heavy armor that symbolized his status and continued to flee in a panic.

Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao galloped, leading their cavalry like tigers descending from the mountains, into Murong Xuepo's rear. Their swords swung with a flash of cold light, sending blood splattering wherever they went. Murong Xuepo's soldiers fell one after another under this fierce attack.

Zhang Xiu caught a glimpse of the wolf flag fluttering in the wind, and with a sudden impulse, he shouted, "Watch me chop down this wolf flag!" He clamped his legs against his horse's belly and charged towards the wolf flag like an arrow from a bow. The soldiers guarding the wolf flag desperately tried to stop him, but they were no match for Zhang Xiu. With lightning speed, Zhang Xiu's long sword slashed through several men before unleashing a powerful blow, slashing the wolf flag, a symbol of Murong Xuepo's authority, to the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Liao was also fighting hard, commanding his cavalry to slash left and right, cutting Murong Xuepo's troops into pieces. Under the combined attack of the two, the group was almost completely strangled, and screams and pleas for mercy echoed across the battlefield.

However, once the smoke cleared, Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao were perplexed by the corpses strewn across the battlefield. The battlefield was a mess, filled with barbarian faces. They couldn't distinguish Murong Xuepo. Murong Xuepo had already taken advantage of the chaos to disguise herself and slip away among the fleeing crowd.

Zhang Xiu was extremely anxious. He grabbed a seriously injured and dying personal soldier of Murong and shouted, "Who is Murong Xuepo?" The personal soldier had blood foam at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were unfocused, but there was a strange smile on his face. He gasped for breath and said intermittently, "Haha... You... can't find him... King Murong Xuepo... has escaped long ago..." After that, he tilted his head and died.

Zhang Xiu angrily flung the corpse away, gritting his teeth in hatred. "That damned Murong Xuepo, he actually let him slip away!" Zhang Liao's face darkened, his eyes sternly scanning the surroundings. He spoke slowly, "If he managed to escape this time, there will be endless trouble in the future. We must reorganize our troops as soon as possible and keep a close eye on his movements."

At this moment, the battlefield was still thick with smoke and a thick smell of blood. In the distance, the remaining enemy troops were fleeing in all directions, while our soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded.

Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao returned to Ma Chao with a look of regret on their faces, and knelt on one knee. Zhang Xiu said with a look of self-blame: "Your Majesty, we are incompetent and let Murong Xuepo escape." Zhang Liao also lowered his head, looking quite depressed.

Ma Chao looked at the two of them and suddenly burst into laughter. He waved his hand proudly and said, "It's okay, it's okay! We've already taken down his main camp, which is already a great achievement. Besides, Wen He and Ling Ming are still disrupting his base camp. Even if Murong Xuepo escapes, what can he do? What kind of trouble can he cause? Is he really going to be anything?"

Ma Chao's expression froze. He continued, "Now that the situation here has stabilized, the two of you should lead your troops quickly to the city to support Xu Huang and Shao Ge. The fighting in the city must be intense. We must seize Ordos City in one fell swoop!"

"Under orders!" Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao responded in unison. They quickly stood up, bracing themselves, and each led their troops at a gallop towards Ordos City. The clouds of dust kicked up by their horses' hooves seemed to indicate that the battle was still going on.