Saturk looked around and saw that the gate of the camp opposite was open, and groups of cavalry rushed out of the camp and gathered in the wilderness.

Afterwards, large groups of infantry also filed out.

Amidst the smoke and dust in the sky, from time to time, there could be heard the sonorous sound of beetle leaves and the sound of neat footsteps.

Saturk's expression changed.

A veteran in the battlefield will know what kind of enemy you are facing just by listening to the sound.

The infantry of the Xia army was well-equipped, busy but not chaotic, without a trace of noise, and lined up attentively. There was no deviation or delay in their movements, and each battalion was in its position quickly and accurately.

Without more than ten years of hard training, it would not be possible to be so rigorous and precise.

If you don't have the mental quality to fight for many years, you won't be able to act like no one else, and be as light-hearted as you are.

They are not easy to fight.

"Woo——" The dull horn blew.

The Uighurs also dispatched a large group of troops and began to form an array.

Satu Ke knew that this was a common tactic in the Han people's art of war: while you are coming from afar and your footing is not yet stable, strike first to try to gain a foothold.

Then try it.
Chapter completed!