Moy's eyes were fixed on Zhao Yun's banner at the leading position of their cavalry, and his teeth rattled.

It wasn't until this time that Moy recognized that the team besieging Xiangping City was the team on the Xingcheng side.

The big continuation of the banner above fluttered in the wind, making Moy feel pain again, feeling that sense of humiliation.

The promotion of the Lord was defeated at the hands of this army, and it was this army that made him and his subordinates bear the infamy of cowards.

Moy gritted his teeth and shouted to his cavalry, "Did you see that? The Han army on the other side is the one who makes us bear the shame, let us wash away our shame with blood, let us use the blood of the enemy to pay tribute to those dead robes!"

Moy and his cavalry were already determined to die, and when they heard Moy's words, they suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum.

The so-called mourning soldiers will win.

The Moyi team, which was determined to die and was even more mourning, rushed towards Zhao Yun and their army as if they were crazy.

Zhao Yun looked at the Wuhuan cavalry rushing over there, and an incredible thought appeared in his heart, could it be that these Wuhuan cavalry had gone crazy?

They were faced with a cavalry of more than a thousand cavalry charging with the momentum of victory, and what difference was there between them rushing up like this and sending them to their deaths.

For the leader of this team, Zhao Yun felt a slight admiration in his heart. Not to mention anything else, even if this soldier dares to die, it is not something that ordinary generals can do.

But what! Admiration is admiration, Zhao Yun doesn't want to give these Wuhuan cavalry any opportunities to take advantage of. "The archers release their arrows. Crossbowmen ready. The front row of wrestlers hedged, and these cavalry must be stopped. ”

Zhao Yun gave orders in an orderly manner, and even sent a large cavalry in the front row.

The configuration of the cavalry under the command of Gongsun Xu is very strong, even if the Wuhuan cavalry can ride and shoot, the configuration of bows and crossbows is far inferior to the configuration of Gongsun Xu.

Most of Gongsun Xu's bow and arrow configurations were unturned booty, which were taken from the dead, while the crossbow arrows were exchanged by Gongsun Xu in Meng Yi and Gongsun Zhan's logistics department.

In terms of long-range attacks, even the three thousand elite cavalry before Gongsun Chan were not as well configured as the cavalry under Gongsun Zhan now.

Zhao Yun gave the order as he took off the bow he was carrying diagonally, and took direct aim at the general who was at the forefront of Moi's cavalry.

Zhao Yun's hand was very steady, and although the aim was on horseback, it did not affect Zhao Yun's accuracy at all, and with just one arrow, he shot Tulbert, Moy's number one fierce general, off his horse.

Zhao Yun's arrow, like a stroke of genius, detonated the morale of the Han cavalry, and the strong cavalry in the front row swung their spears to meet the cavalry on Moy's side.

At the same time as these strong cavalry rushed forward, the bows and arrows of the Han cavalry passed over the heads of these cavalrymen and headed straight for the cavalry led by Moy.

Compared with the sparse bows and arrows on Moy's side, the Han army's bow and arrow shooting can be said to be overwhelming, not only covering up Moy's bows and arrows on their side, but also bursting out with powerful lethality.

With just a bow and arrow attack, dozens of Moy's cavalry troops fell from their horses.

Although Zhao Yun saw that the results were good, he did not take it lightly, he ordered the heralds around him to reduce the speed of the cavalry and slowly advance according to the formation.

The cavalry of the Han army was high-spirited, especially the more than 100 powerful cavalry in front, they looked at the cavalry under Moy, as if they had seen the exploits of the battle, and the green light of the wolf's hunger began to appear in their eyes.

The more than 100 powerful cavalrymen waved their spears high, urged the war horses under their hips, and began to charge Moy's cavalry team.

Zhao Yun has been paying attention to his own injuries, and he needs to understand the strength of the cavalry on the opposite side, after all, the Wuhuan people have a unique advantage in riding and archery, and they have always been mainly riding and shooting on the prairie.

Dozens of cavalry on Moy's side fell from their horses, Zhao Yun didn't feel anything, the number of archers on their side was more than ten times the number of archers on that side, if they couldn't shoot down dozens of people at such a distance, then these archers could be said to be in vain.

However, the casualty figures on his side made Zhao Yun scratch his head, and the Wuhuan cavalry on Moy's side actually shot and wounded twenty or thirty people in this confrontation.

What made Zhao Yun scratch his head was more than that, after the Wuhuan cavalry under Moi collided with the strong spearmen in the front row of the Han army, his subordinates were more elite, and they did not take advantage of the cavalry with more strength than ordinary soldiers, just a short encounter, and the number of casualties among his spearmen far exceeded that of Moy's cavalry.

The cavalry on Moy's side seemed to have forgotten life and death, and they sacrificed their lives to move forward with the posture of a strong man who would never return.

Mo Yi and his cavalry knew in their hearts that they were mantis arms as chariots, but they wanted to use their strong strength to teach the Han cavalry a profound lesson.

Only when they quickly killed the Han army did they have a chance to fight with the Han soldiers.

If the distance is widened, the archers of the Han cavalry will give them the greatest damage, and they will die in vain.

The cavalry opposing them knew at a glance that they were the most elite part of the Han army, and they had to rush through the defensive lines of these cavalry as fast as possible.

When the strong cavalry in the front row of Zhao Yun's men charged in front of the Wuhuan soldiers, they swung their spears and launched a ferocious attack on Moy's cavalry.

However, what made them distracted was that those Wuhuan cavalry were simply crazy, and in the process of their spears, these cavalrymen didn't even look at them, and they were completely in a posture of fighting for their lives.

That is, their spears are capable of killing their opponents directly, and their opponents' spears will also kill them.

Although these strong cavalry can be regarded as elite soldiers and can be regarded as battle-hardened, they are now the victorious side, and they really don't do anything to fight for their lives with these Wuhuan soldiers.

It is for this reason that most of these strong cavalry began to forcibly change their tactics at this time to intercept the enemy's spears.

The battlefield is fought for morale and bravery, and after one side is discouraged, the morale of the other side will rise, not to mention that these powerful cavalry are facing the dead soldiers led by Moy, and they have already put life and death on the line.

The hard ones are afraid of the flutes, and the ones that are afraid of the dead.

Although the cavalry sent out by Zhao Yun were all elite cavalry, they retreated when they encountered a crazy team like Moy.