"No matter what tricks they pull! For the Suthers Kingdom! Advance!" On the other side of the road, another Suthers commander drew his sword and shouted at his soldiers.
The soldiers, dressed in blue uniforms, shouted loudly as they stepped forward, charging toward the low wall that had been blasted beyond recognition.
The Suthers flag fluttered in the wilderness, and the cannons behind the soldiers still roared, with one shell after another striking the remaining low wall, turning the hastily gathered stones into dust.
"Let those damned Northerners feel our strength! Avenge the 1st Battalion!" The officer on the flank continued to encourage everyone as he moved forward with his troops.
These farmers and slaves, who had been conscripted just two months ago, now nervously clutched their Shireck flintlock guns, crowding together, step by step advancing forward.
