"All charge!" Lehmann shouted almost at the same time.
Levin stared at Lehmann Howes, who had fallen from the horse, and Lehmann Howes's head had completely exploded, revealing a red and white sticky paste. His broken helmet fell to the side, with a big hole on the top. It seemed that the helmet did not have any protective function.
"Attack! Everyone attack!" Levin's voice followed.
No, it was not right! Levin did not say anything at all. He covered his mouth and looked back to see the militia, who had quickly swallowed the pills and began to run, as if there were a wall of people coming towards him.
It was the witch. He realized that it was the witch who imitated his voice. "Don't charge. Stop!" he exclaimed.
However, his voice was like a tiny splash among the turbulent crowd. After hearing his command, some people stopped, but more people were still charging forward.
