In the evening, Sun Jian led the entire army of five thousand men to Changshe. Due to the long march, the entire army was exhausted, and their faces were filled with fatigue.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng had already arranged the entire army into formation. They were currently fighting on their home ground, so they were waiting for fatigue.
The Monolith Battalion held a shield as tall as a person and stood at the front.
Around Boulder Camp, there were a large number of old and weak people. They were all holding wooden shields, and behind them were old and weak people. They were in groups of two or three, holding long poles.
Behind the shields and poles were two thousand archers from the Divine Martial Camp.
Then, there were those who held steel knives, spears, farming tools, wooden sticks, tree branches, short knives, and had yellow cloth wrapped around their heads.
Zhou Cheng rode on his warhorse and kicked its belly lightly with his left and right feet. The warhorse moved forward consciously.
Although this green-maned horse wasn't considered a fine horse, it was quite obedient.
Zhou Cheng led dozens of lieutenants, riding on warhorses and carrying a large number of banners with the word 'Zhou' in them, and appeared in front of Boulder Camp.
"Get into formation!"
Following Sun Jian's roar, a burly soldier holding a shield as tall as a man appeared at the front of the army.
In just a moment, they were all lined up.
Thump!
The shields in their hands fell to the ground in an orderly manner, and there was almost no sound.
Such neat movements were indeed worthy of being the most elite northern army!
At this moment, the swordsmen and shieldbearers holding round shields trotted into formation. Behind them were soldiers holding long spears, spears, and spears.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Following the soldiers 'shouts, the 5,000 infantrymen quickly got into formation.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng also saw the crowd automatically split into a few paths.
Sun Jian ran out from the middle, followed by Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, Zhu Zhi, Wu Jing, and the other generals.
Apart from that, the remaining cavalry also lined up in a row.
Behind the cavalry were dozens of chariots. The Yellow Turban Army had also seized chariots, but there were problems with their training. Therefore, they were obviously inferior to the government army in terms of utilization.
Soon after, the archers and spearmen quickly lined up in an orderly manner.
Sun Jian's troops began to move.
Zhou Cheng and Sun Jian were less than two miles apart. If the cavalry launched a surprise attack, they would be able to charge into the enemy's formation very quickly.
However, there was no doubt that Sun Jian's infantry was much more elite than Zhou Cheng's army.
The Yellow Turban Army led by Zhou Cheng had wasted a lot of time just by arranging their troops and formations. Moreover, they could not be called neat.
Zhou Cheng's legs gently clamped the horse's belly. The green mane horse under him understood its master's intentions and immediately carried Zhou Cheng forward.
The four hooves of the warhorses left the ground and slowly approached Sun Jian's formation.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng's left hand was holding the reins, and his right hand was holding the iron spear. His eyes were filled with the confidence of a strong person.
"Sick Cat of River East, do you recognize this item?”
As Zhou Cheng spoke, he took out a human head from the bag behind the warhorse.
It was Zu Mao's head.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng was less than a mile away from Sun Jian. Sun Jian could clearly see Zhou Cheng's left hand holding Zu Mao's head.
"Thieves deserve to die!"
"Giddyup!"
Sun Jian was furious. He immediately urged his horse to charge at Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng casually threw Zu Mao's head in front of him. Then, he urged his warhorse and stomped on Zu Mao's head.
This made Sun Jian even angrier. Sun Jian's face turned red like a cooked lobster.
However, Zhou Cheng didn't care about angering Sun Jian at all. He shook the iron spear in his hand, and when he got closer to Sun Jian, he immediately raised it horizontally.
Clang!
Two warhorses passed by each other.
The ancient ingot knife and the iron spear in Zhou Cheng's hand collided heavily the moment they passed each other.
Although neither of them was injured, they had a rough understanding of each other's strength.
The two of them turned their horses around, and their legs clamped the horses 'bellies as they charged at each other again.
Clang!
The two warhorses once again passed by each other, and the two people on the horses used even more strength to attack each other after the warhorses increased their speed, but they still could not determine who was stronger.
"This kid is really strong!"
Sun Jian sighed in his heart. Among the moth thieves he had encountered, Zhou Cheng was definitely the strongest.
However, although Zhou Cheng was strong, Sun Jian was not weak either. In addition, Sun Jian had been in battle for a long time and had much more experience than Zhou Cheng.
The two of them turned their horses around again, and each of them roared.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
This time, the two of them used both their arms at the same time.
He held the weapons in his hands with both arms, and with the help of the horse's charge, his strength was even greater than before.
Then, the two of them rode and stopped in place.
Zhou Cheng's iron spear was like a wild python coming out of its hole, quickly pouncing toward Sun Jian's face. However, Sun Jian's reaction was also fast enough. Not only did he dodge the spear, but he also coordinated with his riding skills. He leaned back, exerted strength from his waist, and slashed out with the ancient ingot knife in his hand.
What a handsome riding skill, and what a sharp saber technique!
The Yellow Turban subordinates of Zhou Cheng broke out in cold sweat for him because the Ancient Lake Saber was about to cut open Zhou Cheng's skull.
Fortunately, Zhou Cheng reacted fast enough, or else he would have been cut down by Sun Jian.
The Tiger of River East lived up to its reputation!
Zhou Cheng snorted coldly. He had just brushed past the Grim Reaper. However, he immediately adjusted his state of mind. His two legs moved toward the horse's belly, and the horse took a few steps forward. Then, he swung his spear down, aiming for Sun Jian's neck.
"Beat the drums to help!"
At this moment, Huang Gai personally beat the war drums to help Sun Jian.
Sun Jian's 5,000 infantry soldiers also let out deafening shouts.
"We will also beat the drums to help the canal marshal!”
"Beat the drums to help!"
Zhang Shao and the others reacted quickly. They immediately raised their drumsticks and beat the drum rhythmically.
Dong dong dong!
Along with the beating of the war drums, the soldiers on both sides began to shout," Kill, kill, kill!"
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