Satuk looked around and saw the gate of the camp opposite open, and teams of cavalry rushed out of the camp and gathered in the wilderness.

Then, a large group of infantry also emerged one after another.

In the smoke and dust, there were from time to time the sound of clanging armor leaves and neat footsteps.

Satuk's expression changed.

The veterans on the battlefield can tell by just listening to the sounds, what kind of enemy you are facing.

The Xia army infantry was well-equipped, busy but not chaotic, without any noise, and was lined up with concentration. The movements were not distorted or delayed, and each battalion was in its place, fast and accurate.

Without more than ten years of hard training, you cannot do such strict and accurate.

Without the psychological quality of fighting for many years, you can't do this as if you are no one else and as if you are light on the weight.

They are not easy to fight.

"Woo——" The dull horns blew.

The Uighurs also dispatched a large group of troops to start lineups.

Satuk knew that this was a common trick in the art of military affairs of the Han people: while you are coming from afar and have not yet established your foothold, fight first and try to get a good deal.

Then give it a try.
Chapter completed!