Murong Ping's thoughts were in turmoil.
He and his hundred Wuhuan cavalrymen came from the grasslands above the Huangshui River and the Wuhuan, and he was a brave and skilled warrior.
He was fortunate enough to befriend Yuan Shao, who offered him a large sum of money and offered him a position of service.
When Murong Ping heard Yuan Shao instruct them to keep an eye on the eighteen riders on the hill, he immediately squinted and looked over.
The eighteen riders' long cloaks fluttered in the wind, making them look quite dashing.
"Their fighting power surpasses that of the cavalry charging now!"
Yuan Shao had a keen eye and immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.
"Liu Wei's intention in this battle is to wipe out Yuan Shao's trusted troops and the Grand General's private guards in one fell swoop!"
"He has quite an appetite!"
While Yuan Shao and Murong Ping were talking, there was another change on the side of Chunyu Qiong and the other two captains!
After losing seventy or eighty men, Chunyu Qiong was only fifty paces away from the enemy. In order to maintain the encirclement formation with Zhao Rong and Bao Xin, he deliberately slowed down and suppressed the enemy's momentum.
It barely allowed the formation to take on a crescent shape.
The three captains weren't proper cavalry commanders to begin with, so it was already quite remarkable that they could form such an attack formation while their horses were galloping so fast!
Seeing that Wang Fangyi's hundred guards were about to fall into their hands, Chunyu Qiong, Zhao Rong, and Bao Xin all let out a cold laugh.
However, in the blink of an eye, Wang Fangyi took the lead and led his guard battalion, which moved like arrowheads, to precisely cut into the junction between Chunyu Qiong and Zhao Rong!
This was the three cavalrymen's weak point, yet Wang Fangyi found it so accurately!
Swish swish swish!
The sword flashed, like pear blossoms blooming in the air, beautiful yet deadly.
A flash of blade, a splatter of blood!
In the blink of an eye, Chunyu Qiong and Zhao Rong's cavalrymen fell like wheat being harvested.
Their screams and the neighing of their warhorses mingled together, creating a tragic symphony.
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