Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

The next day, the sun rose slowly like a fireball, painting the sky a brilliant orange-red. Before the two armies, drums roared like thunder, shaking the earth. Every beat seemed to strike at the hearts of the men.

After several fierce exchanges, both sides gradually lost their initial patience. The soldiers' faces were filled with fatigue and determination. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes revealing a desire for victory. At the command, they bravely charged forward again. The air was filled with tension, as if even the wind had stopped blowing, as if the entire battlefield was awaiting the impending decisive moment.

At this time, Yan Xing led his troops forward to engage in battle. He was seen holding his spear and leaping on his horse, looking very heroic. He shouted loudly in front of the battle: "Who was that young general in white horse and brocade robe in yesterday's battle? Come quickly and fight me!" His voice resounded through the sky, full of provocation and heroism.

Ma Chao made a subtle gesture to Dong Zhuo, who nodded in response. Ma Chao knocked his horse lightly and approached the battle formation.

Ma Chao had a face as handsome as jade, eyes as bright as stars, a belly as big as a wolf, a lion helmet on his head, silver armor on his body, and a brocade robe on the outside. He had the peerless horse King Aurora sitting on his crotch, and a tiger-head spear dipped in gold in his hand. His handsome face was full of determination and courage, and he looked heroic and dignified.

As soon as Ma Chao's imposing figure appeared, Dong Zhuo's soldiers erupted in excitement. Ma Chao was simply too handsome. His face was like jade, his eyes were like stars, his demeanor was heroic and imposing, and he exuded an irresistible charm. His handsome features, upright posture, and fearless spirit made him look like a god of war from myth. Even the opposing soldiers were captivated and amazed by his presence.

Yan Xing looked at Ma Chao heading out into the battle and said, "My son, I saw your extraordinary skills in your battle last night. But I don't know who you are. I'm sure you're not some unknown person. Tell me your name right away!"

Ma Chao replied proudly, "I am Ma Chao of Xiliang! Yesterday, I fought you, and you seemed like a hero. Why did you betray the court and murder the people? If you are willing to surrender, I will advise you before Lord Dong, and we can achieve great things together. Wouldn't that be a good idea?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xing was furious and said, "Ma Chao, since you are Ma Teng's son, there is no possibility for us to be friends anymore. Let's see who's the winner!"

Yan Xing thrust his spear forward like a venomous snake, his moves so tricky and strange that it was hard to predict. Ma Chao, however, showed no fear at all. He swung his silver spear fiercely, striking Yan Xing like thunder.

Ma Chao displayed unparalleled spearmanship, each strike packing immense power, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rock. His silver spear danced with the force of a dragon emerging from the sea, a majestic presence. Sometimes it stabbed with the intensity of a torrential downpour, sometimes with the swift and fierce force of a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Yan Xing's spearmanship was as erratic as a ghost, sometimes striking from unexpected angles, sometimes circumventing Ma Chao's attacks with strange arcs. The tip of his spear flashed with a cold light, like a ghost in the dark night, making it impossible to defend against it.

The soldiers on both sides watched the fierce battle nervously, exclaiming from time to time. They saw that Ma Chao's spear skills were unparalleled and every strike was terrifying; and Yan Xing's tricky spear skills also made them sweat for Ma Chao.

Gun shadows were flying as the two generals were fighting fiercely, and it was difficult to tell who was better. The excitement of the battle shocked everyone.

As the guns flew, the two had fought for more than a hundred rounds, but the winner was still undecided. There was a raging fire in the eyes of both sides.

Ma Chao roared, his spear skills becoming even more powerful and unrivaled. Each strike carried a sound of piercing the air, as powerful as a falling meteorite. The silver spear seemed to transform into a giant silver dragon, swooping down on Yan Xing with bared fangs and claws.

He was not afraid of the severe punishment, and his spear skills became more and more tricky and strange. He dodged Ma Chao's attack like a phantom, and at the same time thrust out a spear, the tip of which pierced Ma Chao's vital point like a venomous snake.

The soldiers on both sides watched in amazement, their shouts becoming even louder as they cheered for their respective commanders. The battlefield was filled with intense fighting spirit, and the battle had entered a white-hot stage.

Ma Chao and Yan Xing both gritted their teeth and tried their best, determined to defeat each other. The excitement of the battle reached a new peak.

Amidst the whirlwind of spears, the two engaged in a fierce battle for dozens of rounds, each unable to decide the winner. Ma Chao shouted, and his spear skills poured out like a torrential downpour. The sound of the silver spear piercing the air was sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce through the heavens and the earth.

Yan Xing's brows were furrowed, but his composure remained unshaken. His movements shifted strangely, weaving in and out of the shadows of the spear like a ghost. Suddenly, he seized the opportunity, and with a flash of cold light from the tip of his spear, he struck Ma Chao's vitals like a soul-snatching messenger from the underworld.

Ma Chao remained undeterred. With a flick of his wrist, his silver spear instantly changed direction, colliding violently with Yan Xing's spear tip. A resounding "ding" sounded, sparks flew, and both men's arms went numb from the immense recoil. But neither retreated. Instead, they pressed on with even greater ferocity, determined to completely crush the other.

The soldiers on both sides were so nervous that they dared not even breathe, staring intently at this thrilling battle, their hearts sweating for their respective commanders. The shouts of killing and cheers intertwined on the battlefield, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The two fought fiercely for nearly two hundred rounds, yet they were still full of energy. Ma Chao's spear skills were as powerful and fierce as ever, and each attack was filled with unstoppable momentum. Meanwhile, Yan Xing's spear skills were still sharp and tricky, constantly looking for Ma Chao's flaws.

However, as time went on, Yan Xing's horse gradually lost its strength, its speed and power diminishing. Meanwhile, his weapon, under Ma Chao's relentless onslaught, gradually began to show damage. The tip of his spear was no longer as sharp, and tiny cracks appeared on the shaft.

Despite these unfavorable circumstances, Yan Xing showed no sign of retreat. He gritted his teeth and fended off Ma Chao's attacks, hoping for a chance to turn the tide. But Ma Chao wouldn't give him that opportunity. His attacks intensified, leaving Yan Xing no chance to breathe. The battle grew increasingly gripping, with soldiers on both sides watching nervously.

Ma Chao seized the opportunity when Yan Xing's horse was weakening and launched an increasingly fierce attack. With the silver spear in his hand like a dragon, he continuously attacked Yan Xing, each shot carrying the force of thunder.

Yan Xing fought back with all his might, but the damage to his weapon put him at a disadvantage. Ma Chao, seizing an opening, thrust his silver spear out like lightning, breaking Yan Xing's spear shaft.

Yan Xing was horrified, his lance now only half broken. The situation took a turn for the worse. Ma Chao seized the opportunity and charged forward, his spear dancing, completely enveloping Yan Xing in his attack. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if announcing the impending victory.

Under Ma Chao's strong pressure, Yan Xing retreated step by step, with a look of fear and helplessness on his face. Finally, Ma Chao hit Yan Xing's chest with a spear, causing Yan Xing to spit blood, be seriously injured, and fall off his horse.

Han Sui, anxious at the sight of this, quickly ordered his generals to risk their lives to retrieve Yan Xing. Seeing this, Ma Chao was determined not to let them succeed so easily, and he engaged the generals who came to recapture Yan Xing with his spear.

Dong Zhuo, seizing the perfect moment, ordered a general attack. Instantly, the blast of trumpets resounded through the heavens, and Dong Zhuo's army surged forward like a tidal wave, launching a ferocious charge. Meanwhile, the Flying Bear Army bravely charged ahead, repeatedly assaulting the rebel defenses.

Under the fierce attack of Dong Zhuo's army, the rebels suffered heavy casualties. The shouts of killing and the clash of weapons on the battlefield resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The fighting became increasingly fierce, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the rebels.

Pang De and Zhang Xiu led their elite Flying Bear Army of over a thousand men. After successfully linking up with Ma Chao, they had already established perfect coordination with him. With unwavering momentum, they charged directly towards Han Sui's army.

Over a thousand Flying Bear soldiers, each one a dashing warrior, led by Pang De and Zhang Xiu, surged forward like a pack of tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable and unstoppable, unleashing a whirlwind of momentum on the battlefield. Working closely with Ma Chao and echoing each other, they formed a powerful combined force, charging relentlessly towards Han Sui's army.

For a moment, the sounds of shouting and weapons clashing resounded through the sky. Wherever the Feixiong Army went, the enemy troops were defeated, and the battle situation became one-sided.