"Do not retreat! If anyone turns their back on the enemy, I'll cut your neck myself!"
Bjorn's shout made the soldiers flinch. Their faltering movements halted, and the crumbling formation was restored. But the morale that had plummeted was beyond saving.
"Even if we fight, the enemy is a dragon," thought the soldiers.
"Damn, is this where I die?"
Even if there was a chance of victory, could they survive standing against a dragon directly? Forget the terrifying flames—just look at that massive body.
The mere swing of its forelegs or tail could shatter their ranks. Regret filled the eyes of the soldiers as they stared at the creature.
"Why is it only our commander who's an ordinary human?"
Meanwhile, the other units holding back dragons suffered minimal losses, thanks to their commanders, who possessed superhuman strength.
