"No wonder, this group of Han people was able to pose such a threat to us, and even almost disrupted Shan Yu's great plan." Muquil squinted and stared at the defeated Hun army in front of him.

Seeing that those wolf riders and white horse servants who had already been killed were chasing the soldiers under his command like crazy, killing and slaughtering, bloody and bloody.

At this time, those Hun soldiers were dodging the arrows of the white horse and the righteous servants, and at the same time, they were embarrassed, and they were frantically slashed and charged by the wolf cavalry of Bingzhou.

Those Hun light horsemen who were scattered by the blow simply made him unable to look at it.

Of course, at the same time, Mu Quair was also deeply shocked by the strong combat effectiveness of the other party's group of Han cavalry, and they, the Huns, were overwhelmed by the boundless cavalry army.

Muquil actually has a special intuition about danger, which is the so-called battlefield smell in the legend.

This is indeed rare, after all, unlike the technology developed in the era of information explosion in later generations, the conquest in the Eastern Han Dynasty was like this, and the method of information liaison was backward, and the battle situation could only be judged by the battlefield sense of smell of the front-line generals.

Therefore, every famous general on the battlefield is a war genius with an excellent sense of smell on the battlefield, and can make his own choice by judging the battlefield, weighing the pros and cons.

Mu Quair can clearly feel the elite of the opponent's army, this is definitely not a simple elite, orderly, and tacit cooperation.

As an opponent, it will also be a tricky choice.

However, as Jebegen's close general, Mu Quir naturally did not allow himself to pat his chest in front of Shan Yu, and what he promised became a failure.

In his eyes, the so-called troops, weapons crushing is just a joke, the so-called one horse is even more ridiculous, under his command, those cavalry armies who are proficient in the way of battle formation, will not line up and wait for them to kill.

The Hun generals around him have long been accustomed to his indifferent and unspeakable character, and if they don't care, naturally no one will fight with him.

Anyway, at this time, they don't have any better way, it's useless to talk more, they can only wash it with blood.

Soon, under the mobilization of Muquier, those Hun soldiers began to form regiments, and groups of cavalry were like ants, covering the dense forest that was not too spacious.

Muquiel's eyes seemed to be on fire, and the spear pointed obliquely and shouted: "Kill!" ”

Those Hun cavalry, no longer maintaining a dense charging formation, but spread out their formation to the left and right, and soon crashed into the chaotic war group in front.

Mu Quair shouted to kill the sky, crouched on the high-speed galloping horse, condensed the black aura, and rushed out the big gun, a fierce charging Bingzhou cavalry who was shot in the chest flew out, and fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

"Kill them all for me, what are these people afraid of, they are as easy as pigs and dogs to be killed by me!"

Mu Quier's angry scolding obviously made the momentum of the Hun soldiers who were originally unable to form an army grow a lot, and everyone was fierce and desperate.

At this time, the most valuable thing is human life, especially as an officer, cutting a few soldiers with his hands is like killing a chicken, without any psychological burden.

These Hun soldiers, under the leadership of Mu Quir, marched straight in, and the dozens of Bingzhou cavalry who rushed over the place were swept away like fallen leaves.

The formation of the group of people at the forefront was faintly loosened.

The cavalry ranks in the charge suddenly suffered heavy casualties, and the first few rows of cavalry, with men and horses, were beaten into blood gourds by countless spears.

Amid the earth-shattering roars, more cavalry rushed out of the ranks.

In the field battle, the dozens of cavalry who did not have time to react, under the tyrannical charge of the Hun iron cavalry, were almost one-time consumables.

In the final analysis, although the wolf cavalry in Bingzhou are elite cavalry, not all of them can block a thousand with one like Gao Zhi.

The elite of the wolf cavalry in Bingzhou is also based on the number of people and the coordination of the battle formation and the terrain, they are also people after all, when they are caught off guard, it also takes time to form a formation, these soldiers are not gods, and for a while, it is difficult for the defeated front army to organize again.

From the center of the Hun cavalry led by Muquil himself, the chaos spread like ripples to the periphery, until the entire nearby army of soldiers and horses was swept in, and then fell into an even more tragic melee.

"Make good use of the soldiers, avoid their sharp energy, hit their lazy return, this qi ruler is also, the white horse is righteous, it's our turn to exert our might, two shots!" At a critical moment, Bai Ma Yicong stood up under the leadership of their lieutenant general.

After a sound of bowstring vibrating, a dense stream of armor-piercing arrows rained down from the sky, and although some of them fell to the clearing, they still caused great damage to these newly bulging arrows.

In the midst of the screams, the hasty military formation formed by hundreds of Hun soldiers at the forefront was chaotic.

"Give me a surprise attack, get rid of that group of white-armored cavalry, and don't give them a chance to shoot arrows!" Mu Quair also reacted quickly, and immediately judged the key point of the problem at the first time, and immediately shouted.

The distance between the two cavalry kept getting closer, the rain of arrows became more and more continuous, and the losses of the Huns became more and more frequent at this time.

Even the high-quality warhorses felt threatened, pulling at their hind hooves and neighing low.

Those white horses and righteous followers scattered at the slightest disturbance, and after a short time they gathered again, so that the iron fist of those Hun cavalry seemed to hit cotton.

"Shoot again! Rotate, distance yourself and consume them! ”

Two rounds of salvo fire, completely disintegrated the Hun soldiers who were not easy to kill back the chaotic attack, the armor-piercing arrows that fell from the sky, easily tore the Hun soldiers' battle jackets, in the terrible screams, the Huns' performance was a little flustered, with the acceleration of the war horses neat formation is a little scattered.

It obviously turned into a not very neat wave, and the Hun centurion of the front team shouted loudly, but the speed of the horse became faster and faster.

Another round of arrow rain, dozens of cavalry in the front row fell to the ground again, in the face of the arrow rain blow of the white horse Yicong, these Hun soldiers fell blood mold, one by one even people and horses were full of arrows, and some panicked charging arrays became scattered.

After that, in the cavalry array that had begun to fear, people shouted and neighed, and the dozens of Hun cavalry who rushed in front of them lost their hooves one by one, and even the people and horses were overturned.

As we all know, cavalry cannot fight for a long time, and once the horsepower of the forward charge is exhausted and the momentum of the charge is lost, it is time for close combat in the true sense of the word.