The rider shouted, his hand shook, and he pulled out the thick wooden stake with a lasso, his arm retracted, and the thick wooden stake smashed on the long wooden stake with a bang, and the long wooden stake fell flat on the ground, and at the same time, he lifted the reins of the horse and rushed into the Han army's formation.

Two Han spearmen rushed forward to try to stop, the long knife in the rider's hand flashed, the two Han soldiers screamed and fell to the ground, the rider suddenly lifted the reins of the horse and rushed in, like a tiger into the flock, for a time the Han soldiers turned on their backs, and they couldn't stop it.

Wei Changfeng and Zhao Zi'an were standing in front of the camp fence, the rider suddenly rushed to the scene, Zhao Zi'an bore the brunt of it, the rider saw that there was actually a person dressed in the uniform of the Han army general, this time he was overjoyed, roared, and the long knife cut down like the wind.

With a ding, sparks flew everywhere, and Zhao Zi'an had already blocked the cavalryman's knife with his sword.

"Bastard, do you think I'm a dry eater?" Zhao Zi'an's hair was all open, and he shouted angrily: "I was also the fastest swordsman in the army back then!" As he spoke, he was not idle in his hands, and in a moment he had blocked five or six moves from this rider, and the rider did not expect that the other party's General Chang was also brave in martial arts, which aroused his competitive spirit, and he roared loudly, the sword light was like lightning, and Zhao Zi'an couldn't help but retreat again and again.

The rider was about to advance, when a sword stabbed from his side, and the rider had to turn sideways to strike back, but the sword was only halfway before it suddenly deflected, and the foot deviated half a foot and continued to stab.

If you follow the route of this sword, you have to deviate from the rider's body by at least five or six inches, and you can't hurt the rider at all, but the rider shouted angrily, gave up Zhao Zi'an, and swung his knife to hit the sword that was stabbed.

When there was a bang, the swords intersected, both sides were shocked, the two looked at each other, and suddenly shouted in unison: "It's you!" "It's just that one is Chinese and the other is Donghu.

It was Wei Changfeng who stabbed out a sword to relieve Zhao Zi'an's siege. He saw this rider coming and going like the wind on the horse, although he did not leave Zhao Zi'an's left and right, but no one in the surrounding Han army soldiers could intercept him in front of this rider, Wei Changfeng asked himself if he was afraid that he could not do it, and immediately stabbed out a sword, but this sword was not stabbed at the rider, but at the horse. This is also the reason why the rider had to give up Zhao Zi'an's return knife to parry, he is now trapped in the Han army array, in front of him is the supreme commander of the Han army, and he must be the most elite guard of the Han army around him, if there is no horse, how can he survive? Therefore, Wei Changfeng's sword made him have to parry.

So, who is this rider? It was Moyghur.

This is also the reason why the two of them exclaimed "It's you" in unison.

"Ahuda!" Mowuer scolded Wei Changfeng angrily in Hu Yu, and no longer pursued Zhao Zi'an, and rushed straight towards Wei Changfeng. At this time, Zhao Zi'an's guards finally got the opportunity and hurriedly escorted Zhao Zi'an to retreat, and for a while, there was no one to help defend Changfeng.

Wei Changfeng saw that Mowuer's eyes were blood-red, and he rushed straight over, knowing that he was fighting on foot, and Mowuer was riding a horse, and he would definitely not be able to beat him, so he was in a vertical shape, and he had already gone around to the command table with the map, and then reached out and grabbed the teapot on the table and raised it straight behind him.

With a hiss, Moyer had fallen to the ground.

That pot of tea was burned by Zhao Zi'an's guards, although it was already steaming and fragrant, but now at such a tense moment, how could Zhao Zi'an have the heart to drink tea, and as a result, this full pot of tea was all poured on the war horse. Moyur's war horse is a top-grade Donghu, even if there is a sword injury, it will not jump wildly, but a pot of hot tea is another matter, this time Mowuer really has no preparation at all, and was directly thrown to the ground.

Wei Changfeng was overjoyed, and he stepped forward and was about to draw his sword, when the cold light flashed in front of him, and the Moygur people had not yet stood up, but the knife had already been cut! Wei Changfeng hurriedly returned his sword to block it, only to hear that it was endless, and in the blink of an eye, Wei Changfeng had already blocked seven or eight swords. At this time, several soldiers had come to the front, and they all rushed up to help, only to see a cold light flashing, several soldiers retreated, and Mowuer alone actually forced back several Han soldiers!

Wei Changfeng was surprised and admired in his heart, he didn't expect this commander to be so powerful, if he wasn't from Donghu, he was afraid that Wei Changfeng would immediately invite him to have a good drink. He took out three swords in a row, but they were all blocked by Moyur, and seeing that they couldn't fight for a while, his heart moved, he took two steps back, picked up a few stones from the ground, and then hit the stones on Moyur's legs.

Moyer is the god of war on the horse, but he is long on the back of a horse, off the horse, the kung fu in his hands is not damaged, but the kung fu on his legs is much worse, after all, most of the time his legs are replaced by horse legs, Wei Changfeng's seemingly child's play style is just right to deal with Moyur, only two stones were thrown, and the third one hit Moygur's legs directly, Moygur only felt a pain in his legs, his footwork was slow, and he was almost stabbed by the oncoming spear, he knew that he couldn't please it anymore, and suddenly his hand was raised, and the long knife waved horizontally, Forcing the Han soldiers in front of him to retreat a few steps, with a whistle in his mouth, his war horse had already come to his side, he turned over on his horse, took the reins of the horse, and rushed out of the gap that he had smashed with a lasso just now.

Wei Changfeng looked at Mowuer's back and sighed in his heart.

Riding alone, breaking into the Han army camp, fighting the Han army alone, and retreating with his whole body after the most dement, what a majesty this is! Even if he is an enemy, he can only be said of by the word "admiration".

He was sighing to himself, but he heard Zhao Zi'an shouting on the side: "What's the matter, bastard, how to disobey orders!" ”