Subutai did not respond at all. He urged his warhorse to accelerate, raised his scimitar high above his head, and with a charging momentum, slashed down!
Liu Yun raised his sword to parry.
"Clang——!"
The clash of metal was deafening.
The tiger's mouth of Liu Yun split open, and the long sword flew out of his hand.
He staggered backward, and Subutai's second strike had already reached, aiming straight for the neck.
At the critical moment, a lance thrust from the side, its tip striking the side of the scimitar, barely deflecting its course.
A Song Army captain risked his life to save his master, but he was cut down by Subutai with a backhand strike to his ribs. His armor shattered, his entrails spilled out.
"General, run!" The captain clung tightly to Subutai's horse leg as he lay dying.
Subutai's warhorse was hindered and could not break free for a moment.
Song soldiers seized the opportunity to surround him, spears stabbing like a forest.
