The hundreds of thousands of troops lined up neatly and orderly.
At the forefront were the heavy shield soldiers, their speed not fast, advancing slowly forward.
Due to the dense array of soldiers and armor ahead, Zhao Jiang couldn't see what was behind the heavy shield soldiers. However, observing the marching speed of the opponent, he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. It was too slow.
When they were about a thousand paces away from the enemy army, Chen Mo commanded the army to halt and then beckoned with his hand. Instantly, the drums in the army resounded in unison.
"What are they up to?" Zhao Jiang frowned slightly, unsure of what Chen Mo was planning.
At this moment, they saw Chen Mo riding to the front of the formation and shouting loudly, "Where is King Yan?"
Zhao Jiang naturally heard this. Although he didn't know what Chen Mo intended to do, he wasn't afraid of him. He also stepped to the front of his own army, cupping his hands in salute, "I am he."
