The power of an individual, in a melee of tens of thousands, could play only a minimal role.
Watching the chaotic Orc troops rushing towards him, Hudson put away his bow and arrow.
His goal of striking the enemy's morale was accomplished, and the cannon fodder in front of him was not worthy of wasting his arrows.
As the enemy continues to approach, Hudson inwardly lamented not having a long-range weapon, otherwise, he could have easily taken out large swathes of the chaotic Orc Army.
"First Archer Squadron, ready, fire!"
"Second Arrow Squadron, ready, fire!"
...
"Spear throwers, ready, fire!"
...
Hudson watched his subordinate officers command the battle, as if he were an outsider.
At this moment, his attention was not on the muddled enemies in front of him, but on how to eliminate the Wolf Riders behind them.
