The elite Han cavalry under Zhao Yun received an order to stop these cavalry from rushing into the big formation and block these cavalry.

And they feel in their hearts that they are elites, and they are incomparable to others in terms of treatment and other aspects.

It is not cost-effective for them and these Wuhuan cavalry to directly exchange their lives for their lives, those Wuhuan cavalry are all cheap lives, how can they be compared with them.

It is precisely for this reason that they do not have the idea of fighting hard with the enemy and dying with the enemy.

In the process of the opponent's desperate struggle, they had to desperately resist.

There is nothing else on the battlefield, only you live and die.

The more they don't want to fight with the enemy, the more passive they become, and all the enemy's tricks are life-threatening moves, which suddenly make them scramble.

The cavalry was very fast, and soon another enemy was killed by them.

The form has changed sharply, and what was previously a one-on-one situation has directly become a two-on-one or three-on-one situation.

Even if these cavalry under Zhao Yun are elite, even if these cavalry are extremely powerful, they can't resist the outlaws under Moy.

Even if they have a two-on-one or three-on-one situation at this time, they are still fighting with their lives and fighting with injuries, and they are no longer afraid of death, and they don't have much feeling about injuries.

The corner of Zhao Yun's eyes saw that the Wuhuan cavalry barely paused much, and he had already quickly come towards the large array on his side, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he scolded in his heart that the strong cavalry in the front row was simply a group of waste.

They are the elite of the cavalry, whether in terms of rationing or in other aspects, Zhao Yun has given these strong cavalry certain favorable conditions, but that's it, these fools did not intercept those Wuhuan cavalry, so he fell into a passive situation.

Once these Wuhuan cavalry are allowed to frantically rush into the large array, the large array will be chaotic at that time, and the plan to pursue and kill the enemy while the chaos will be thwarted.

Zhao Yun suddenly had a realization in his heart, these Wuhuan cavalry should have put life and death out of the way a long time ago, otherwise, they would definitely not burst out with such an attack power.

While Zhao Yun was looking for the leaders of these Wuhuan cavalry, he commanded loudly: "Order the banner soldiers to listen well, play the flag, and let the archers shoot back to twenty steps in front of the two armies." The cavalry with crossbows in their hands quickly advanced from the middle row, and carried out crossbow attacks on both sides of the enemy in two ways, making sure to strike accurately. The cavalry at the front of the large formation slowed down and lined up in a cross-attack line. ”

Although Zhao Yun's speed began to slow down, they were still advancing, and the distance between them and Moi and the dead soldiers under Moi was constantly narrowing.

There are not many generals who can make reasonable arrangements and adjustments to the large array on the battlefield, and under normal circumstances, the large array is formed, and the generals can't adjust it if they want to.

It's just that the situation on Zhao Yun's side is relatively special, the configuration of archers and crossbowmen in the cavalry is more than twice that of the normal configuration, and they will have the upper hand when attacking from a distance.

Zhao Yun had many advantages in this arrangement, and the crossbowmen rushed out of the battle formation, posing a great threat to these Wuhuan cavalry on both sides.

There are crossbowmen's bolts on both sides, and they can defend one side, but they can't defend the other. In this case, the long-range firepower is equivalent to full deployment, and it is also a devastating blow to the enemy.

Those cavalry under Moy are now dead soldiers, they are not afraid of death, Zhao Yun asked his cavalry to list a queue for cross-attack, that is to say, as long as Moy's cavalry rushes to the front of the big array, it will encounter several cavalry attacks together.

No matter how heroic Moy's cavalry is, they are covered in iron and can hit a few nails.

Even if these Wuhuan cavalry were all elites, they would not be able to cause huge damage to the large array when they encountered such an attack.

After Zhao Yun finished commanding the heralds, his eagle-like eyes directly locked on Mo Yi, who was commanding his subordinates, and opened the hard bow in his hand again until it was rounded.

He constantly calculates the speed and trajectory of Moy's horseback, and he wants to kill Moy with one blow.

The backbone of these dead soldiers at this time is Moy, as long as he can kill Moy, then, even if these Wuhuan cavalry are determined to die, they will not set off too much storm on his side.

Moy, who was leading the way by killing two strong cavalrymen, felt a tightness in his heart, and then began to jump wildly.

His body paused slightly on the war horse, and his eyes looked around, although he didn't see the danger, but he suddenly clamped the war horse under his crotch, making the war horse speed up, and quickly rushed towards the large array of the Han army.

It's a beast's natural alertness to danger, but what's it! Mo Yi was instantly relieved, and led these cavalry under his command to attack the large array of the Han army, so that the cavalry speed of the Han army slowed down, he had no intention of going back alive at all, death was only a matter of time, he and the nearly three hundred cavalry under his command had done their best.

Just as Moy was rushing forward, a feathered arrow burst through the air and slammed into his eyes with an incomparable momentum.

Moy only felt his eyes flicker, and a feathered arrow had sunk into his left shoulder blade.

The tremendous impact directly knocked Moy off his horse.

When the cavalry behind Moy saw Moy fall from his horse, they immediately approached Moy quickly and dragged him from the ground to his horse.

Moy gritted his teeth at this time, handed the steel gun in his right hand to the cavalryman who rescued him, and immediately pulled out the feather arrow from under the oracle bone in his left shoulder.

Moy's face spasmed with pain, but in a moment he threw his feathered arrow to the ground, snatching the spear back from his cavalry.

The steel spear he held high in his right hand stabbed into the ground, and with the help of the power of the steel spear piercing the ground, his body jumped and jumped back on the war horse that returned to his side.

Moy's mouth shouted hysterically: "In front is the great array of the Han army, the warriors of Wuhuan, use your blood to wash the world's senses of you, let us take out our lives and sacrifice, for Wuhuan, for Wuhuan......"

When Moy's cavalry saw Moy fall off his horse, there was a slight sense of loss and dismay, but the next moment they saw Moy returning to his horse alive and vigorously, and shouted to them, they immediately cheered up again and began to speed up towards Zhao Yun's position in the middle of the army.