The young soldiers—especially those hungry to win glory and change their fate through military merit—their eyes instantly reddened!
That wolf banner fluttering in the wind seemed to become the brightest, most alluring torch, drawing the eyes of every soldier on the battlefield who saw it!
"Capture Harald!"
"Don't let him get away!"
"Charge!"
In an instant, formations, discipline, danger—all of it was swept away by that banner representing the highest glory!
The soldiers who had only just been barely maintaining a circular defensive formation under Webber's command answered with earthshaking cries. Throwing all caution aside, shouting at the tops of their lungs, they chased after the cavalry's tails and surged forward like a tide!
The entire battlefield plunged into a frenzied, chaotic pursuit because of Harald's banner!
"Get back here! You little bastards! Are you trying to get yourselves killed?!" Seeing this, Webber cursed furiously. He knew all too well that light infantry like them, if they did not stay in formation to defend and instead pursued cavalry on their own, were simply marching to their deaths! Those teenage soldiers had been utterly blinded by thoughts of military merit and were throwing their lives away for nothing!
But at that moment, his shouts were so pale and powerless amid the immense roar of fanaticism and chaos.
"Harald..." Peter muttered the name again, his eyes locking tightly onto the wolf banner flickering in and out of sight in the distance.
Hans's falling figure flashed through his mind, followed by the faces of comrades who had fallen on the battlefield, followed by rumors of innocent civilians massacred by the Sauron...
I want one too... I want a medal too! I want to avenge Hans! A fierce thought blazed up in his heart like fire. He hesitated no longer, snatched up his loaded