The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation had been devised by Sun Bin, a great master of military strategy during the Spring and Autumn period. Secretly aligned with the arts of Qimen Dunjia, it was a consummate formation of military yin-yang. Used properly, it could allow ten thousand men to trap and annihilate an army of a hundred thousand!
Yet Lü Bu charged straight into it without a care.
"Good, good, good! That brute Lü Bu really doesn't recognize my formation! Heaven itself is helping me! He will die here today!"
Cao Ren brimmed with confidence, his face full of delight.
Although he had learned only the troop arrangements and configurations of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, not its essence, trapping five thousand with ten thousand and killing Lü Bu would surely be child's play!
Meanwhile.
After Lü Bu led his troops into the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, he was greeted by rows of soldiers bearing heavy shields, sharp spears jutting through the gaps between them.
Behind the shield bearers stood archers and crossbowmen. Seeing them charge, they sent a rain of arrows straight at them!
Lü Bu kept swinging his Sky-Piercer Halberd, knocking aside the incoming arrows. Those he missed were stopped by his armor.
The Zhen Clan's money had not been spent for nothing. The army's armor was expensive, but its protection was equally astonishing. Ordinary arrows could not penetrate it unless a man was unlucky enough to be struck in the face.
Thus, this rain of arrows inflicted very few casualties.
Once he closed in, Lü Bu swept his halberd across, flinging several shield bearers in the front rank into the air, shields and all. They had no strength to fight back!
But before he could lead his men through that opening, several shield bearers swiftly