Jiang Siming wore the Golden Armor Holy Robe, with a Star Battle Robe draped over his back. He looked imposing, and the soldiers gazed at him with fervent eyes.
This was their lord—the person they worshiped!
Jiang Siming drew the Emperor's Sword and shouted, "March!"
The five hundred thousand troops broke camp and set out.
The sight was spectacular. Jiang Siming had only ever seen something like it in the Three Kingdoms world.
The mighty army was like a colossal dragon. From head to tail, its end was nowhere in sight.
By the time the final soldiers reached a place where the vanguard had already passed, four hours had gone by. That was how massive the army was.
Besides the soldiers taking part in the battle, there were also medical teams, supply units, siege-engine units, and more.
All together, there were at least six hundred thousand troops!
This was nearly all the capital Jiang Siming had built up over the past two years. If he lost, he would have nothing left.
If he were defeated, Yuan Shao would not even need to act. The other warlords would swarm in like sharks smelling blood and instantly divide his territory among themselves.
Especially Boss Cao. That fellow had already made up his mind to take advantage of the chaos.
It all came down to whether Yuan Shao or Jiang Siming would win.
The soldiers on Yuan Shao's side were in no way inferior to Jiang Siming's. His entire army of seven hundred thousand had marched out.
Yuan Shao was highly confident that he could win this battle.
But after they truly clashed, Yuan Shao was stunned to discover that his Yuan army had been routed.
With equal numbers, Yuan Shao's elite forces had actually been overwhelmed by Jiang Siming's most ordinary Red