Johnson sighed helplessly. In order to maintain coordination with Alex, they had decided on several secret signs. Billows of black smoke that meant success and also requesting for Johnson's Cavalrymen to retreat and provide reinforcements.
However, Johnson still felt somewhat hopeless because he believed that Alex was walking on a dangerous path. A tactic that worked against these Orcs didn't mean that it would work against strong opponents. Although, strictly speaking, Johnson's expertise was in suicide assault tactics, his personality was completely the opposite. From what he could remember this young man was a reserved and meticulous person and he naturally didn't wish for Alex to take such risks in battle. But now, he had no say in it. He only has to carry his order like a good soldier should.
"Alright, Brothers!"
Johnson shook his head and threw bizarre thoughts to the back of his head. He raised his right arm, shouted out loud and swung his arm down.
