Hiding to the side is an extremely advanced skill, and few of the Huns, who are known for their horsemanship, can do it.

But apart from the competition at the grassland festival, the rider had never seen a Zhou person perform this move so skillfully.

Chen Wujiu held a spear in each hand, curled up into a ball, and clung to the horse with the strength of his waist and abdomen.

The rider slashed at the air with his sword, leaving a wide-open space in front of him, and was easily stabbed in the vitals by his opponent.

Chen Wujiu retracted his spear after one strike, and the rider fell off his horse, spinning and spilling blood all over the ground.

Another rider raised his lance with both hands, and thrust the foot-long tip of the lance straight into his opponent's chest.

Chen Wujiu crossed the spear in his left hand, as if trying to block the spear tip.

The rider had a grim smile on his face. After all, he was a Zhou man. He thought he was invincible just because he had some skills on horseback.

A lance is heavy and a spear is light, and he was using one hand, so how could he block the attack of his long lance?

What's more, the angle of his spear was wrong at all, and the tip of the spear was pointing crookedly forward.

The rider immediately determined that when his long spear attacked, it would just hit a position a few inches below the spear tip.

It was extremely difficult to exert force in that position. Even if his strength was ten times greater than mine, he would not be able to block my spear.

The rider roared loudly like thunder, tensed the muscles in his arms, and put all his strength into the spear tip.

At this moment, he saw from the corner of his eye that the opponent's right hand moved. The spear that had been dormant shot out horizontally and pierced his horse's neck.

Blood gushed out of the warhorse's neck and it fell to its knees while galloping. The rider was forced to lunge forward, watching himself being thrust into the opponent's cold spear.

Chen Wujiu held two spears, one on the left and one on the right. He stabbed the horse with the right spear and the man with the left spear. He knocked him to the ground with both the man and the spur, and moved a few steps closer to Yi Nan.

Yi Nan smiled grimly, swung the iron rod, and rode his horse to meet the enemy.

Chen Wujiu smiled slightly, and his warhorse galloped past like the wind.

The Huns behind Yinan hardly saw how the two men fought. They only saw the two sides riding past each other and instantly distanced themselves from each other.

Yi Nan sat upright on his horse, the long sword in his hand seemed to be about to smash down, but a ball of blood burst out from his robe on the back, right at his heart.

One of Chen Wujiu's shoulder armor was flipped over by the wrought iron rod, and bright red blood oozed out.

"The...the big flag has fallen?"

The Huns trapped in the formation were all panicked.

Ten thousand men against three thousand, cavalry against infantry, what a huge advantage!

As a result, the commander-in-chief was beheaded and the flags were cut down!

The 7,000 men who were previously responsible for encircling the enemy from both sides were still engaging in intrigue and archery battles with the soldiers in the rear.

Their task was to wait for the boss to create a flaw, and then cut in from the rear to completely destroy the formation.

This is the method they often use when hunting on the grassland.

But now...

It took less than an incense stick of time and I just started to feel the same, but the boss is gone?

What the hell is this?

Slip away. Slip away.

They no longer dared to charge into the enemy's formation. They only dared to shoot arrows from a distance, pretending to hold the enemy back, and did not dare to make any other moves.

Chen Wujiu lifted up Yi Nan's body and shouted, "Yi Nan is dead. Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Some of the Huns trapped in the formation dismounted and surrendered on the spot, while others panicked and fled out through the gaps left by Chen Wujiu.

Three thousand people defeated ten thousand Hun cavalry, and even the commander died. It was ridiculous!

"Yinan, this piece of trash!"

Maodun said in a cold voice, tightly gripping the reins of the warhorse, his nails deeply embedded in the flesh, which seemed to be mixed with blood stains.