"Kill!!!"
Almost at the very moment the smoke from the volley had yet to fully disperse and the Sauron Army's line collapsed like an avalanche, a roar like mountains crashing and seas surging erupted from the Carnford Army's ranks!
The clear, impassioned charge call was like the strongest stimulant, instantly igniting every soldier whose blood had long been boiling!
"Charge!!!" After directing that decisive volley from First Platoon, Webber was the first to fiercely thrust his saber forward, the first to burst through the drifting smoke, charging toward the backs of the enemies fleeing in disarray!
"Kill—!!!" Tens of thousands of Carnford line infantry, like a surging blue flood bursting through a dam, let out earth-shaking cries in unison. With bayoneted Flintlock Rifles in hand, they crossed the volley line that had just dealt countless deaths and hurled themselves at the crumbling Sauron Army with overwhelming force!
Peter felt a blazing rush of blood shoot straight to his head. All fear, sorrow, and rage transformed at that moment into the most primal, purest desire to kill and the exhilaration of pursuit!
With his rifle in hand, he followed Webber's broad back, followed the countless comrades around him who were likewise shouting as they charged, running forward in great, frantic strides! The wind whistled past his ears, leaving the smoke and stench of blood behind him!
The tide of pursuit swiftly swept over the fleeing Sauron troops.
Sharp bayonets flashed with icy light as they ran, mercilessly thrusting and slashing again and again at Sauron soldiers who had completely lost the will to resist and knew only how to flee for their lives! The battlefield was filled with the desperate howls of the dying, the dull sounds of metal piercing flesh, and the harsh panting of Carnford soldiers drunk on slaughter.