When the mercenaries finally began to move, the recruits had already divided themselves into teams of two. The front would be armed with a shield and spear, and the member on the back would use a bow and carry several quivers. Zaos was hoping that they would have the chance to fire many arrows, but it was hard to tell if that would be the case.
In the end, the worst-case scenario really happened… all the mercenaries charged toward the town. Fortunately, none of them had horses, otherwise fighting would be pretty much suicide.
"... Come to think of it… why don't they have horses?" Zaos thought.
They really came a long way from their land, so it was weird to think that they came on foot. Still, such questions could be answered later.
"Archers! Prepare your Arrows!" Zaos shouted.
