Duan Jiong then ordered the entire army to remain in place and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Everyone dismounted and stared silently ahead. The entire Han army formation was quiet, with only the banners fluttering in the wind.

"Report, General, the Qiang army is already fifty li away from our army."

"Report, General, the Qiang army is already twenty li away from our army."

"Report, General..."

As the scouts gave their final report, a plume of dust rose slowly from the distant horizon.

Duan Jiong then slowly drew his long sword from his waist and raised it high. Dong Zhuo, Tian Yan, Guo Si, and all the Han soldiers also mounted their horses.

As the Qiang army drew ever closer, all the Han soldiers wore expressions of tension mixed with a bloodthirsty excitement. Their warhorses were also restless, pawing at the ground incessantly.

Meanwhile, Dianmu on the other side also spotted the Han army on the high ground ahead and was greatly alarmed, immediately realizing that he might have fallen into a trap set by the Han army.

He did send out scouts to gather information, but all the scouts disappeared without a trace, just like before. This led him to mistakenly conclude that the Han army was not numerous. Therefore, Dianmu kept urging his troops to rush towards Gaoping.

After a long march of over a hundred miles, Dianmu and his soldiers were exhausted. He looked at the Han army not far away, which numbered over ten thousand, while he had more than thirty thousand men under his command. Although the Han army was well-rested, their numerical advantage was enough to make up for these disadvantages. He would not make the same mistake as Shehetai.

"The advantage lies with me."

With this thought in mind, Dianmu drew his curved sword and shouted, "Men, kill!"

"kill!"

Then the Qiang cavalry drew their scimitars and charged towards the Han army. No one noticed that Shehetai and his men in the rear were slowly slowing down.