"Regiment Commander, we've detected enemies up ahead..."
In the blink of an eye, enemies were coming from three different directions. The pressure on Vanrumlov was immense.
Running wasn't an option. Although people could escape, the caravan couldn't. With enemies on three sides and an irregular and broken road behind, there didn't seem to be a safe path to retreat.
It was clear their enemies had scouted out the area in advance. Before Vanrumlov had made up his mind, the figures of the human army appeared on the horizon.
"Light the smoke signal. Everyone, grab your weapons and circle the carts to form a defensive line!"
At a critical moment, Vanrumlov acted like a transportation officer should, making the most practical decision.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The deafening war cry resounded across the plain as countless crossbow arrows assaulted the Orc soldiers inside the ring of carts.
