Watching the soldiers fall into the water, the High-rank Silver Life Priests leaped straight in, diving beneath the surface. They seized the warriors who still had a breath left, first using life divine arts to preserve their lives, then untied the ropes around their waists, tying one end to the soldiers and the other to their staffs.
The Third Battalion Commander paid no attention to the Life Priests' rescue efforts and continued issuing orders to advance.
As long as no order to retreat came from the rear, they could not fall back.
After years of training, even in the face of such an attack, the more than three thousand soldiers showed no fear.
They only knew that if they fell on the path of the charge, they would have no regrets.
After enduring three bombardments, the vanguard successfully reached a point one kilometer from the shore.
"Fire arrows."
Thousands upon thousands of arrows rained into the water, but under the defense of iron shields mixed with mithril, only a few soldiers were struck and fell into the sea.
On the warship, Iden watched the troops successfully push toward the shore but did not order a retreat.
If they could break straight in, then the probing attack would become a real assault. If not, it would not be too late to withdraw.
As for the soldiers who had died, he could only mourn for them in silence. Yet outwardly, his face remained cold and unapproachable.
In war, mercy would only harm oneself.
First Legion staff officer Bamund watched the distant battlefield, gaining a new understanding of his nephew's army.
Ordinarily, he had seen a force that trained diligently.
But now, he saw a force capable of fighting and sacrificing, one possessed of absolute conviction. And this was only an ordinary numbered