If it were just this, it would be fine, but as Cao Ang rode forward, the soldiers arranged neatly also began to walk almost in unison.
Compared to the last time, when dealing with the Southern Huns, the army led by Cao Ang has made progress in marching. Last time, the marching sound seemed overlapping; now it is nearly unified.
This imposing march forward made Cao Cao, waiting to welcome them from afar, stunned. Was this really the elite that his eldest son Cao Ang trained? It can't be a joke; this is too incredible. This sort of grandeur does not resemble a ragtag group of miscellaneous soldiers.
"The Han army welcoming us is indeed mighty and majestic." Cao Cao had some words he couldn't utter himself, but Liu Bei had no such scruples. Being a person knowledgeable in military affairs, he naturally understood how terrifying it was for an army of more than ten thousand to act as one.
