A Way Out

When this thought crossed Yang Ping's mind, Yang Ping became less excited and fell into a bad mood. 

The five hundred riders from Flying Cloud Cavalry had no desire to continue fighting, so they were halfheartedly warding off their opponents while making their way to Chu Li and his men to stop them from getting away.

Even so, the eight hundred riders of Soaring Eagle Cavalry who had been pressing on with their attacks were unable to do much harm to them. They were no match for Flying Cloud Cavalry in terms of their archery skills, so the moment they got closer to their opponents, they would expose themselves to the risk of being shot to death. On the other hand, there was nothing they could do either if they were too far away from their opponents.

As Soaring Eagle Cavalry slowly began to lose their morale, they became increasingly demotivated in pursuing their enemies.