On the opposite side of where Cheng Yu’s dozen or so armies gathered were several other armies.

It was because if any troop was too close to the other side, they would be easily devoured by the enemy. That was why right now, both sides already formed a confrontation stance.

Under the near midday sunshine, Cheng Yu didn’t even need a Brass Hawkeye to see the decorative designs on the banners fluttering about the armies on the other side, able to clearly see the reflective light of the densely packed soldiers’ armors and weapons.

He knew that the other side could also definitely see him clearly.

…

In the enemy troops where several armies with golden dragon banners fluttering above gathered, Chen Mu and ten or so other commanders were standing on a temporary command platform, looking at the armies that were standing solemnly in wait. They saw Cheng Yu walk out from a golden carriage, able to boost the enemy’s morale just by standing there.

“So this is the Flying Tiger General Cheng Yu?”

Chen Mu looked at the majestic and indomitably heroic Cheng Yu whose golden cloak fluttered like a flag, saying with a light sigh of admiration, “My Yunqin truly is a place…

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