Zhao Haiping was bewildered, as were his deputy generals.
"What happened to General Qin?"
"How did he manage to stab the enemy general and also fall off his horse?"
"There's something wrong with General Qin's spear technique... How could he make such a basic mistake?"
The deputy generals were puzzled, but there was no time to react at this point, for the enemy troops had already surrounded them, and they could only strugglingly hold out around Zhao Haiping.
Zhao Haiping did want to remount, but amidst the chaos of battle, with the enemy constantly attacking him, their primary target, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to do so.
Moreover, the lance in his hand was too long, a weapon meant for mounted combat, yet if he were to use a ring-headed blade, it was too short, allowing the enemy commanders on horseback to attack him at will.
In the end, he could only fall to the ground, filled with resentment, amidst the encircling enemies.
Once again, back to square one.
