On the flat land, the roaring wind swept through, causing the trees to emit eerie sounds like wailing.
Two armies with different flags confronted each other, while Wen Renbian led his troops in a charge.
Ten thousand shield soldiers stood in front, their thick shields stacked like fish scales.
Silver light reflected from the shields, glaringly bright.
The shield soldiers' defense was formidable, ideal for serving as the vanguard, protecting and absorbing damage for the high-damage infantry behind them.
However, facing this situation,
Xiahou Dun only grinned wickedly.
He slowly lifted his radiant Pofeng Blade, "Brothers! The fearless have come, let's send them off!!"
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!"
Behind Xiahou Dun, soldiers clad in blue armor wielded spears and bows and arrows.
They were the elite troops under Cao Cao—Qingzhou soldiers!
"Archers, ready!"