Cassius, Deputy Commander of the Third Corps, stood on the central command platform. Facing an enemy force twice the size of his own, his expression remained utterly impassive.
In a large-scale field battle, what mattered was morale and the strength of the soldiers. At such a moment, all schemes and tricks were useless.
Moreover, this was the first time since his birth that he had commanded a battle on such a massive scale.
"Beat the drums."
Hundreds of burly men, bare-chested, raised their drumsticks and began to pound the drums.
The war drums boomed, echoing above the great formation.
At the front, more than ten thousand warriors of the Fourteenth Legion gripped their weapons tightly, awaiting the order to attack.
On the left, over eight thousand Black Asia Orc warriors gleamed with Red Light in their eyes, baring their fangs.
At the same time, the Magic Energy Cannon unit had finished loading High-grade Magic Crystals and stood ready to fire at any moment.
"Forward army, advance."
The command sounded in the ears of the three generals leading the troops at the same time.
Upon receiving the order, the three generals drew their swords in unison. The blades reflected the burning fighting spirit in their eyes as they unleashed One person, a thousand voices and roared together:
"Attack!"
The shout shook the wilderness as ten formations of a thousand men surged forward.
More than ten thousand soldiers stepped out in perfect unison, their boots striking the plain with a deep, rhythmic thunder.
A forest of spears rolled like a tide, iron armor rose like waves, and a line of steel slowly pressed forward.
At the same time, on the western side of the plain.
The shouts of officers and the pounding of war drums from the more than twenty thousand soldiers