Playing God

"Hmph, putting on an act." He curled his lip disdainfully and thought to himself.

Although he had heard long ago that this Carnford Army had dealt Sauron Army a heavy blow during the siege, in Acton's deep-rooted view, that had been entirely thanks to the sturdy city walls and strange Cannons.

Once they reached an open battlefield, facing the overwhelming charge of Sauron warriors, any formation or firearm would be nothing more than a paper tiger!

"Their armor is quite shiny, and they have plenty of Musketeers... Looks like a fat piece of meat." Acton had even begun calculating how much excellent equipment and supplies he could seize after routing the enemy. It would greatly bolster his regiment and give him more face before Corps Commander Bragi.

The only thing he found somewhat strange was this: "These Southern Barbarians clearly know that we Sauron are invincible in open battle, yet they aren't holding the city to the death. Instead, they've taken the initiative to come to us? Are they truly unafraid of death, or are they relying on something?"

The thought flashed through his mind, but it was quickly suppressed by his overwhelming confidence. In his eyes, this was no different from suicide.

As for the few small Cannons pushed to the front of the formation, Acton was even more contemptuous.

"Those showy but useless toys of the Goldspur again!" He recalled his past clashes with other Goldspur armies. Sometimes those Cannons failed to hit the enemy and instead burst within their own ranks, causing widespread panic. Their effect was even worse than a single precise volley of arrows from Sauron warriors.

In his view, these cumbersome contraptions, which relied on luck and complicated operation, posed no real threat to Sauron warriors in an open battle where victory or defeat