"Hold the line, we still have the advantage! Kill these inferior scum!"
Seeing that Benson and Burt were getting close to their front line, Skar had a gloomy expression on his face and immediately issued the command to counterattack.
Under Skar's guidance, the burly heavy infantry in the front row pressed against their giant metal shields, forming a solid shield wall reminiscent of a fortress.
Behind the heavy infantry were equally tall spearmen, leveling their sharp spears and inserting them through the gaps in the giant shields.
On the bloody battlefield filled with gunsmoke and fire, the enemy steel line formed by giant shields and long spears exuded an ice-cold atmosphere and murderous intent.
Our charging soldiers revealed signs of fear, feeling an inability to strike. Even the leading Benson and Burt appeared exhausted and were panting heavily.
