A quarter of an hour later, there were only fifty or sixty cavalry attacking him. He was knocked off his horse again.
Losing his only advantage made his situation even more difficult.
Commander Liu's eyes were red, his mouth full of blood, and he rushed to the outer circle with about a dozen men, sorrowfully saying: "General, we'll cover your breakout, don't worry about us any longer."
Saying this, he charged toward the cavalry.
"Do not come over, find a way to break out on your own."
Despite the long knife in his hand tracing remnants of shadows, and the bodies piling beneath him, the enemy seemed endless—one killed would instantly be replaced, leaving him with no openings in sight.
One hour had passed since the battle started, and there were still seven to eight hundred grassland soldiers, while their numbers dwindled.
His trembling arms could no longer deliver fatal blows with the swung long knife.
He knew he was reaching his limit.
