Strictly speaking, this was not Gao Shun and Zhang Liao's first time fighting Qin Tian.
Back when Qin Tian still served under Cao Cao, they had already witnessed his methods.
At the time, Zhang Miao, Zhang Chao, Chen Gong, and the others had rebelled against Old Cao. Qin Tian had somehow learned of it beforehand and brazenly led his troops in to strike.
That battle had been their first clash with Qin Tian, and also the one that had left the deepest impression.
In a single battle, he had nearly crushed them, and Zhang Chao and the others had all been beheaded.
Fortunately, Chen Gong had prepared in advance. He led them through battle after battle, allowing them to contend with Qin Tian.
But now, without a strategist, Gao Shun felt helpless as he watched Qin Tian's maneuvers.
Qin Tian had always possessed an air of wicked unpredictability, never following convention in battle.
Now that several years had passed since they last met, Qin Tian's skill in commanding troops seemed to have risen considerably from before.
Though the Qin Tian of those days had also been remarkably resourceful, his schemes still carried traces of inexperience.
But Qin Tian had now evolved once more, making it difficult to fathom what exactly he was thinking.
One thing was certain: there could not be many troops left in the city.
Qin Tian had first divided off three thousand men to leave the city, and now had sent another thousand north. The city's defenders certainly could not outnumber them.
Not to mention that they had seven hundred cavalrymen under their command. These cavalry were Lu Bu's painstakingly cultivated force, the very elite of their army.
As Qin Tian continuously divided his troops and sent them north, the defenders in the city would find it