"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
The war drums began to sound. One thousand-man formation after another stood in neat rows. Dian Wei, wearing his helmet and armor and holding a pair of halberds, stood at the very front. He cracked his neck and finally reached his favorite part again—the charge into battle.
"What a load of political bullshit." Dian Wei muttered under his breath.
As the command flag waved forward, the army charged toward the Cao Army's fortifications at a steady pace, following the beat of the drums. Inside the Cao Army's fortress, Xiahou Dun tightened his grip on his ornate bow, his eyes fixed firmly on Dian Wei.
There had been no time to build the standard military fortifications designed by the Cao Army. Xiahou Dun was quite adaptable; he had devoted more effort to the interior defenses while reducing the height of the walls.
As a result, the walls were not even a person's height. Standing on tiptoe was enough to see what was happening outside.
"Raise!" When they were within a hundred paces, Dian Wei shouted. Every soldier moved in perfect unison, raising his left arm and using his arm shield to cover his head. Yet the expected rain of arrows did not come, leaving Wang Xuan, who was watching from afar, stunned once again.
"The Cao Army is acting strange today. What kind of trick are they planning?" Wang Xuan stroked his chin. He had not dealt with them for several years, and the Cao Army had changed considerably.
Dian Wei, charging at the very front, had no time to think about it. Wasn't it a good thing that they were not being pelted with arrows? Though those things were not very effective against Wang Xuan's troops in breastplates, fewer deaths were always better.
He quickly reached