The cavalry hidden on both the left and right sides of the camp sprang to their horses at the moment the rain of arrows fell on the front camp, roaring as they charged out towards the outside of the camp, forming a large encirclement.
"Retreat quickly!" Zhang Liao desperately knocked aside the incoming arrows, but even so, after deflecting several bed crossbow bolts in rapid succession, his strength waned and he was pierced by a few arrows. However, fortunate for Zhang Liao, he was mighty in strength. He pulled out the arrows and pressed down on his wounds, summoning his inner Qi to lead his soldiers in a slanting breakout toward the direction away from Guan Yu's camp.
"Don't even think about leaving now that you've come!" Guan Yu's booming voice carried over, the might in his words even instilling fear in Zhang Liao's elite troops.