Yan generals Murong Miao and Li Gui led twenty-six thousand infantry and cavalry in wave after wave of assaults on the Jin battle formation from three sides, heedless of casualties. Arrows fell like rain, flesh and blood flew, and the fighting was unprecedentedly savage. Yet however furiously the Yan Army surged like an angry tide, the curved formation of more than four thousand Jin soldiers stood like a pillar in midstream, impossible to scatter or break-
Ran Sheng stood beneath the White Banner in heavy armor, the Double-Edged Spear in his hands slick with sweat from his palms. His six hundred fully equipped heavy cavalrymen stood in orderly ranks within the Crescent Moon Formation, their horse lances held level, ready to mount and kill the enemy at any moment-
"Elder Brother, let me lead the heavy cavalry out! This formation can't hold much longer." Ran Sheng's blood boiled, and he was beginning to lose patience.
Chen Caozhi's heart pounded like a war drum. Striving to remain calm, he said, "It is not yet time to counterattack! General Tian, tell the soldiers to hold on for another hour. Reinforcements from the southern bank will soon arrive."
The four thousand infantry under Tian Luo, General of the Flying Dragon, had crossed the river first and formed the main strength of the Crescent Moon Formation. Watching his seasoned Tian Clan private soldiers suffer mounting casualties, Tian Luo burned with anxiety and was rather dissatisfied that Chen Caozhi kept six hundred heavy cavalrymen hidden away and refused to commit them. But at this moment he had to obey orders, and he also believed that Xie Xuan and Cai Guang on the southern bank would swiftly cross to their aid. Thus he roared encouragement to the soldiers to hold firm and kill the enemy-
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