Richard Scott's warhorse galloped swiftly, his spear dancing in his hand like fluttering pear blossoms. In an instant, dozens of Cao army cavalrymen were slaughtered by him, their bodies strewn across the ground. Two soldiers fell from their horses, scrambled up, and ran away.

Richard Scott urged his horse forward, leaping over the heads of the two soldiers. With a backward thrust of his silver spear, he killed them both, piercing their throats.

Retracting his spear, he thrust it like a bolt of lightning straight at Frank Hall, his shout booming like thunder, "Traitor! Take a spear from Richard Scott!"

Frank Hall roared and swung his blade to meet the attack, the force of his strike swift and powerful as lightning.

Richard Scott flicked his silver spear, deftly deflecting Frank Hall's blade. Without pausing, and using the momentum of his warhorse, he thrust the spear fiercely at Frank Hall's face.

Frank Hall's blade struck only air, and the sharp spearhead was already before his eyes. Terrified, he jerked his head to the left. With a "slash!" the spear grazed his face, leaving a long bloody gash and slicing off half his right ear, blood spurting out.

Before he could react, Richard Scott's warhorse had already charged past him. In that split second, Richard Scott swung his spear single-handedly, smashing the spearhead heavily toward Frank Hall's back. This was one of Richard Scott's signature moves: the "spear hammer," using the spearhead as a hammer to break the enemy's spine with tremendous force.

Frank Hall felt a fierce wind behind him and was seized with dread. With nowhere to dodge, he could only swing his blade behind him to block. With a piercing clang, the spearhead struck the blade with at least a hundred pounds of force. The impact split Frank Hall's tiger's mouth, causing his broadsword to fly from his hand, and the scales of his iron armor scattered in all directions.

Frank Hall cried out, spitting a mouthful of blood, his bones nearly shattered. But as a seasoned general, he used the force of the blow to clamp his horse and flee at full speed, disappearing without a trace in moments.

In truth, Frank Hall's martial skills were also formidable—he could have fought Richard Scott for at least ten rounds. But Richard Scott, driven by rage, fought with extraordinary valor, while Frank Hall, alone and panicked, could not perform at his best. This hesitation and retreat left him unable to withstand even a single exchange with Richard Scott.

The battle between Richard Scott and Frank Hall lasted only a single encounter, as swift as a rabbit's leap or a falcon's swoop, ending in an instant. Yet the breathtaking intensity of the fight left Chris Lewis utterly stunned. The speed and strength of Richard Scott, the ferocity of the battle, left Chris Lewis so tense he could barely breathe.

He slowly sat up, staring blankly at this legendary general. At that moment, a powerful desire surged in his heart—he, Chris Lewis, also wanted to become such a mighty warrior.

Richard Scott reined in his horse and glanced at Chris Lewis and Stephen Wood. Seeing their faces covered in blood and dirt, but their attire unlike that of the Yellow Turban Army, he didn't ask further and simply said, "You'd better run! Playing dead won't save you from slaughter."

He turned his horse to leave, but Stephen Wood called out anxiously, "General, this is the son of Governor Liu of Jingzhou, stranded here. Please save our lives, and the governor will surely reward you greatly!"

Richard Scott was momentarily surprised, but then shook his head. "I can't save you. You'd better go!"

He spurred his horse away, but after a dozen steps, Chris Lewis shouted, "General Zilong, are you really going to leave us behind?"

Richard Scott hesitated slightly, but did not stop. After galloping over a hundred paces, he returned, leading two warhorses, and looked deeply at Chris Lewis. "Get on the horses, both of you, and follow me out."

Stephen Wood was overjoyed—this meant they would be saved. He quickly mounted, grabbed the reins, but seeing Chris Lewis unmoving, Richard Scott frowned. "Why aren't you getting on?"

Chris Lewis had learned basic riding and knew some simple techniques, but he lacked the skill to gallop at full speed. He sighed, "You go ahead! I can't ride well and will only slow you down."

"Young master, we can ride together," Stephen Wood suggested.

But Richard Scott did not accept this plan. He rode up, grabbed Chris Lewis with one arm, and lifted him onto the back of his own horse. "Hold tight to my waist!"

Richard Scott spurred his horse to a gallop, knowing that only his own warhorse could carry two people at speed—other horses would be too slow and would only hinder them.

But Chris Lewis did not hold onto his waist. Instead, he gripped the horse's belly with his legs, leaned against Richard Scott's back, and steadied himself. He took the round shield from Richard Scott's back and held a short sword in his other hand.

Chris Lewis was actually very shrewd. If he held tightly to Richard Scott's waist, wouldn't he just become a human shield?

The commander, Robert Evans, upon hearing that Richard Scott was in the army, was secretly delighted. Last night, nearly two thousand men had been lost attacking the stronghold, and he was worried about how to explain this to his superiors. If he could capture Richard Scott, perhaps he could redeem himself. At that moment, he made up his mind and immediately ordered, "Capture Richard Scott alive!"

Cao's soldiers surged in from all directions, but Richard Scott showed no fear. With a flick of his silver spear, he charged into the enemy ranks like a storm, sending men and horses flying wherever he passed.

But with two people in tow, Richard Scott did not linger in battle or charge into dense enemy groups. He sought out the sparsest areas to break through. Behind him, Stephen Wood clung tightly to his horse's neck, urging his mount to keep up with Richard Scott. Richard Scott, ever vigilant, never left danger behind him, ensuring that Stephen Wood was rarely attacked.

Yet because of this, the danger Richard Scott faced increased many times over. Many enemies he could have ignored, he now had to confront because they threatened those behind him, making his situation extremely perilous.