The battlefield expanded from one location to two, then eventually to seven. The other two grand commanders on the central battlefield had also joined the fray.
At 9 p.m. that night, more than 400,000 soldiers were locked in a chaotic battle in front of Segona City.
"Hold the line! Don't let them break through!"
"Has anyone seen where my hand flew off to?"
Amid the chaotic battlefield, battle cries and screams continued without end. A battle-axe struck a shield, sending sparks flying. Just as the dwarf wielding it leaned forward, a greatsword came down and cleanly severed his head, spraying blood everywhere.
Blood stained the earth. Black oil barrels that had been blown apart burned brightly, illuminating the nearby battlefield. Looking out, the battlefield seemed utterly boundless.
At 7 a.m. the next morning, the two sides temporarily ceased fighting in front of Segona City, with casualties on both sides.
A plume of black smoke shot into the sky from the battlefield. One by one, their soldiers, whose pupils were blood-red, stared at the dwarf soldiers ahead.
"Sandflame scum."
A dwarf officer pointed his fist downward. Among dwarves, this was an absolute show of contempt.
"Shorty."
One of their Thousand Guardsmen raised his middle finger. He had learned that from Baja.
After briefly clearing the battlefield, both sides withdrew.
Under the blazing sun, the entire front ceased fighting at 9 a.m. The battle had been far too chaotic. Not only could Spring Iron Ram no longer continue, but the other two grand commanders on their side could not hold out either. They had been beaten black and blue by the Ram Cavalry Regiment.
Grand Commander Niboso, who had watched from the rear the entire time, was completely dumbfounded. He had led troops in battle for so many years, yet he had