Zhao Yun snorted slightly, and immediately put away the hard bow in his hand and slung the bow to his back.

As soon as he clamped the warhorse, he turned his head and ordered to separate, so that Gongsun Da held down the formation, and rushed directly in the direction that Moy rushed over.

Zhao Yun didn't expect that he actually missed an arrow with nine out of ten, but he only shot Mo Yi, the leader of the Wuhuan cavalry, and only shot him off the horse, but did not shoot him dead.

Zhao Yun saw in his eyes that the rain of arrows of the archers behind him took the lives of some Wuhuan cavalry, and the crossbowmen on both sides kept shooting, which also ended the lives of some Wuhuan cavalrymen, but they did not shoot Moyi.

Zhao Yun had never underestimated the small force of Moi and them, and he felt that if these soldiers and Moi, who had completely forgotten their lives and deaths, really rushed into the big array, the destructive power would definitely not be small.

Moy was wounded, but he was still able to fight.

There is a big difference between a military general and an ordinary soldier, once a military general breaks through the large formation, the destructive power will be quite large.

There are no decent generals in the cavalry under his command now, even if he sends Gongsun Da, the chances of winning against a military general like Moi are very small.

In this case, it is better for him to take matters into his own hands to marry Moy, which can be regarded as a kind of appreciation for Moy.

Zhao Yun thought in his heart that as long as he killed Moy, those cavalry under his command would not have to worry.

If those Wuhuan cavalry were going to come and surround him, he would directly leave the battle, and he could be regarded as successfully attracting these Wuhuan cavalry to the side, and under the fire of his archers and crossbowmen, they would be shot if they could not even impact the large array.

When Mo Yi was about to rush to the front of the Han army's array, he suddenly saw in his eyes that a white-robed young general in the middle of the Han army moved, and he rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

Moy's eyes lit up.

The commander of the enemy cavalry actually came at him, and there was a trace of blood on his face that had been twisted, and he also pulled the reins, making the war horse turn the horse's head and meet Zhao Yun.

Although Moy was injured, Moy was quite confident in his strength, and Moy almost won the single challenge between the two armies, and in his heart, as long as he didn't meet a super general like Gongsun Zhan, he had basically won.

As long as he can kill the generals led by the Han army, then his task will be considered overfulfilled.

The dozens of cavalrymen who followed closely behind Moy saw Moy killing Zhao Yun, and they immediately shouted and began to prepare to change direction and follow Moy to kill Zhao Yun.

However, as soon as they were about to change direction, they saw Moy make a gesture that told them to keep attacking as they were and not allowed to follow, allowing them to directly attack the Han army's large array.

Mo Yi knew very well the idea of his cavalry, and he also knew the benefits of killing Zhao Yun, but once these cavalry under his command pounced on the young general of the Han army, once the young general chose to leave the battlefield, they would face a catastrophe.

He can only rely on his own ability now, if it is possible to kill or injure the main general of the Han cavalry, it will be a great blow to the morale of the Han cavalry.

Seeing that Moy's will was resolute, these Wuhuan cavalry did not insist, and immediately rushed directly to the center of the Han army's large array in accordance with Moy's order.

At this time, they hoped that with their speed at this time, they would be able to tear a hole in the center of the big array, and if they could put the banner of the Han army in the big array, it would be even more perfect.

Zhao Yun and Mo Yi have been able to see each other's appearance clearly, and they can already feel the opponent's murderous aura.

Burst of drink. Bright guns. Out of the gun.

When the two horses were about to stagger, Zhao Yun and Mo Yi reacted in the same way almost at the same time.

They did not report their names to each other when the two armies faced each other, nor did they stop waiting for each other's questioning, and directly attacked the opponent.

Zhao Yun nodded his head with the third nod, and although his shooting speed was ahead of Moyi, he pointed directly at Moy's vital face.

However, the next moment, Zhao Yun was surprised to see that the Wuhuan general Mo Yi did not make any resistance posture at all, but fought for his life when he was seriously injured.

Moy's gun did not stab directly, but twisted slightly at the waist, and chose to sweep the gun at the height of the horse's head, if Zhao Yun did not make a move at this time, he would be shot directly, and Zhao Yun would definitely not be able to dodge his sweep.

After Mo Yi faced Zhao Yun, he directly fought for his life.

In his heart, he is here this time, and being able to pull Zhao Yun, the chief general of the Han cavalry, to die together, can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Besides, Moy knows one thing in his heart, that is, the young general in front of him is obviously much younger than him, and if this young general dies with him directly, that young general may not agree.

As long as the opponent changes his move, then his move will have the upper hand to a large extent, which will be of great help to the following attacks.

The Wuhuan people are almost all tall and big, and they can't do delicate and small tricks, but they have their own unique characteristics in attacking.

As long as they are ahead of the move, then they will take the lead until the opponent goes head-to-head with him, or the two horses are staggered far away and cannot attack the opponent.

Moy's marksmanship is based on wide opening and closing, and among the Wuhuan generals, he can be regarded as a powerful person.

And he sees that Zhao Yun is a white-faced young general, even if his left shoulder blade can't bear strength, Zhao Yun's strength is far inferior to him.

Just when Mo Yi saw Zhao Yun's bright silver spear quickly retreat and quickly turn into a resistance, just as his face was beaming, he suddenly felt a super strong force coming from his hands, causing his arms to tremble violently, and the injured left shoulder armor was directly outrushing blood.

Moy's eyes widened as if they were about to emerge from his sockets, and he looked at Zhao Yun in disbelief as he swung his steel spear and attacked, as if he was dumbfounded.

Moy woke up quickly, his body jerked back, directly touching his head on the horse's hips, and his right hand quickly slashed the steel spear out again.

Just as Mo Yi lay down with his head back and was about to pull out the steel spear, Zhao Yun's bright silver spear attack slowed down suddenly, and the tip of the spear slowly fell diagonally, directly stabbing Moy's war horse in the neck.

Moy's horse let out a mournful roar and jumped up wildly, causing Moy to lose his balance and fall off his horse.

At this time, it was the time when Zhao Yun and Mo Yi were staggered, and the bright silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, directly piercing Moy's neck, and picking Moy's body into the air.