Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

Seeing Lu Zhi nod, Zhang Fei, who had been impatiently watching, suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily, "I, Old Zhang, can't wait any longer!" With that, he grabbed his Zhangba Snake Spear and, with great speed, mounted his warhorse. The warhorse seemed to sense his master's eagerness and neighed. Zhang Fei clamped his legs against the horse's belly and charged into the battle like a black whirlwind.

Zhang Fei roared as he went, his thunderous roars resounding through the air. The surrounding soldiers felt a buzzing in their ears and their hearts trembled. Zhang Fei's horse was like a mountain out of control, charging forward. Wherever he went, the soldiers were knocked to the ground, toppled left and right, and thrown from their horses.

Zhang Fei rushed to the front of the battle formation like lightning, angrily shouting, "Stop! Let me take him down!" He continued to accelerate without pausing, his hands firmly gripping the Zhangba Snake Spear. Using the momentum of his horse's charge, he launched a fierce strike. The blow was like a mountain falling down, carrying a tremendous force. Ma Chao hurriedly deflected it with his spear. Although the blow didn't injure Ma Chao, it knocked him and his horse off balance, demonstrating the incredible power of Zhang Fei's charge.

Zhang Fei's arrival instantly reversed the previously stalemated situation. Ma Chao was instantly surrounded by seven generals. He charged left and right, desperately resisting, but his defense was barely enough. After fending off more than ten rounds, Yan Liang found an opening and struck a blow through his armor. Even with Ma Chao's fine armor, a long, bloody scratch remained, and blood immediately seeped out, staining the cold armor red.

After struggling for more than a dozen moves, Zhang He seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the thigh with a spear. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his trouser legs red. Ma Chao was in unbearable pain, his face pale, but his eyes remained firm, but he could only fight and retreat.

Fortunately, at that moment, Pang De, leading a group of Xiliang cavalrymen, charged at them from afar like a hurricane. Pang De shouted, "Don't harm my lord!" His voice was filled with determination and rage, like a roar from the depths of hell. Pang De's eyes were bloodshot, his face etched with reckless determination. He brandished his sword like a god of war, splattering blood wherever he went.

After breaking into the encirclement, Pang De completely disregarded his own safety and fought to the death. Even at the risk of Zhang Fei's spear piercing his shoulder, he would still strike Zhang Fei with his sword. Zhang Fei felt the pain instantly, which only intensified his anger. His eyes widened, he roared like thunder, and swung his snake spear even more fiercely.

When Ma Chao saw Pang De coming to kill him, a hint of surprise and emotion flashed in his eyes, and he shouted: "Pang De, you shouldn't have come!" Pang De responded loudly: "Young Master, how can I let you take the risk alone!" These few simple words were full of the two men's deep brotherhood and determination to share weal and woe.

Pang De continued to fight frantically, every move was a tactic of mutual destruction. The wounds on his body continued to increase, and blood stained his battle robe red, but his movements did not slow down at all, just to protect Ma Chao.

Pang De, fearless and fearless, engaged Zhang Fei in a fierce battle. Zhang Fei, like a god of war, wielded his powerful lance, his attacks raging like a storm, each strike imbued with immense force. Pang De, left completely defenseless under this torrent of attacks, staggered and in imminent danger. But Pang De's eyes held a resolute gaze, unwavering. He held only one conviction: to protect Ma Chao, risking his life to fight Zhang Fei to the death. Even battered and bruised, he refused to retreat.

Ma Chao was already furious from being surrounded, and seeing Pang De fight so desperately to save him, his rage instantly erupted like a volcano, transforming into boundless potential. His eyes widened, burning with rage, like a completely enraged lion, unleashing astonishing power. That power seemed to rend the heavens and shatter mountains and rivers.

Ma Chao, continuing to battle the other six generals, his gaze blazing like two blazing flames, watched his opponent's every move intently. He seized the opportunity and swung his spear with such force that it pierced the sun like a rainbow, unstoppable force, and with unfathomable power, he slammed Zhang He down from his horse. As Zhang He fell, his face filled with terror, he let out a piercing cry, and his body tumbled to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Then, Ma Chao seized the opportunity, his form elusive like a ghost, and with dazzling, swift moves, he engaged Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yuan in a desperate clash. For a moment, the shadows of spears and swords crisscrossed, and the clash of metal clashed relentlessly. After the fierce battle, the two generals, sweating and panting, were ultimately no match for Ma Chao's might and retreated in disgrace, wounded and defeated.

The only three men still fighting and unwounded on the battlefield were Zhang Fei, Wen Chou, and Yan Liang. These three regrouped and attacked fiercely once again. Ma Chao showed no fear, his face as resolute as steel. He held his spear across his body, fiercely parrying the blows. The glare of their spears clashed, and the roar of killing was deafening, seemingly ripping the world apart.

Zhang Fei's Zhangba Snake Spear wielded with a fierce force, each swing unleashing a gust of wind that threatened to devour Ma Chao. Wen Chou and Yan Liang's weapons flashed with a cold gleam, their strikes cunning and brutal, each one deadly. Yet Ma Chao gritted his teeth, a vein bulging in his forehead as he fought with all his might, exerting his martial arts to the utmost, forcing himself to withstand wave after wave of the three men's relentless, surging attacks.

At this crucial moment, Ma Chao, with his incredible combat instincts, seized an opening and unleashed a surge of overwhelming force, pushing the three men back several steps. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled the battered Pang De onto his horse, clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and charged left and right in the chaos. His horse's hooves kicked up clouds of dust as Ma Chao, brandishing his spear, cut a bloody path for himself and Pang De, finally breaking through the encirclement and escaping.

Behind them, the enemy roared in anger and pursued them relentlessly, a sound like rolling thunder, resounding through the heavens. But Ma Chao and Pang De paid no heed. They hunched over their horses, desperately fleeing. The only sound in their ears was the whistling wind and the pounding of their hearts. All they cared about was a chance of survival.

How could Zhang Fei, Yan Liang, and Wen Chou, the three generals behind them, let the two escape so easily? Their eyes were wide with anger, and their murderous intent was boiling, they vowed to recapture Ma Chao and Pang De.

Zhang Fei roared, his voice like a bell, "Ma Chao, you little bastard, don't run!" As he said that, he brandished his Zhangba Snake Spear and clamped his legs against the horse's belly. The warhorse under his crotch felt the pain and ran away at full speed.

Yan Liang and Wen Chou were not willing to be outdone. They gritted their teeth, with determination in their eyes, and galloped on their horses, following closely behind Zhang Fei.

As Ma Chao and Pang De were fleeing on Aurora, Pang De led the Xiliang cavalry, who had come to rescue Ma Chao. Seeing the two men finally break free, they were being pursued relentlessly by enemy generals. Without hesitation, these brave men burst forth with astonishing courage and determination, each one charging forward like a tiger, fearless and desperate, to stop the pursuers.

They roared, brandished their weapons, their faces filled with the determination to face death. The sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing intertwined, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Facing the three generals Zhang Fei, Yan Liang and Wen Chou, the men of Xiliang knew that they would surely die if they rushed forward, but in order to buy some precious time for Ma Chao to escape the encirclement, they chose to go forward without hesitation.

Zhang Fei opened his eyes wide and shouted, "How can we let you escape so easily!" The Zhangba Snake Spear danced in his hand like the wind, and wherever it went, the soldiers of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry fell down one after another.

Yan Liang's face was grim, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing brought up a flash of blood.

Wen Chou was also brave and fearless, his spear was like a dragon, and he fought to the death with the Xiliang cavalry.

Although the soldiers of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry fought bravely, resisting the attacks of the three generals with their flesh and blood, they continued to fall in the face of the absolute disparity in strength. However, their sacrifice was not in vain, and they successfully bought some precious time for Ma Chao's escape.

Ma Chao's mount, Aurora, was a peerless steed. This battle-hardened horse possessed extraordinary endurance. Even after such a long and intense battle, even with both Ma Chao and Pang De on his back, it remained lightning fast.

Aurora's hooves flew, as if treading on the wind and clouds, each step covering a great distance. It galloped like the wind, leaving the pursuers far behind.

Despite Zhang Fei's desperate pursuit, they were met with a desperate resistance from the Xiliang warriors. Their horses gradually began to tire, and the distance between them and Ma Chao and Pang De grew ever wider. Watching the figures disappear from view ahead, Zhang Fei gnashed his teeth in anger, but could do nothing.

The strong wind was whistling in their ears. Ma Chao and Pang De lay on Aurora's back, feeling the bumps brought by the extreme speed. They only hoped that they could get rid of the pursuers as soon as possible and return to Hangu Pass.

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Ma Chao galloped towards Hangu Pass from afar, the silhouettes of the two riders standing out against the setting sun. The remaining soldiers and commanders at the pass watched from afar, their blood boiling with excitement. They excitedly struck their weapons, the clash of metal echoing throughout the pass.

"Ma Mengqi! Ma Mengqi! General Shenwei Tian! General Shenwei Tian!" The soldiers shouted, their voices filled with endless admiration and respect, as if they could pierce the heavens. Their faces flushed with excitement, their eyes filled with enthusiasm and anticipation, as if they were welcoming the return of a hero descended from the sky, an invincible god of war.

Shouts rose and fell, echoing through the valley, and morale was at its peak. Everyone's heart was filled with hope and pride, for they knew that the hero they had longed for, Ma Chao, had returned.