Unshaken

"Ninety meters!" an officer's roar rang out from within the formation.

"Archers! Prepare!" Acton forced down his discomfort and shouted furiously, waving his sword.

The Sauron archers positioned in the middle and rear of the square formation drew arrows from their quivers and nocked them, preparing to unleash their final volley before engaging the enemy!

At this critical moment!!

A clear, chilling command came from the Carnford Army's formation, cold as ice water.

"First Platoon—crouch!"

"Second Platoon—raise your rifles!"

"Third Platoon—ready!"

A series of short, forceful commands rang out simultaneously from both wings of the Broomflower formation, like a chain reaction!

Acton's heart clenched. An intensely powerful, instinctive sense of danger swept over him! He saw the blue wall opposite him suddenly undergo a strange transformation!

At the very front of the entire line, the first rank of Musketeers dropped to one knee in unison; the second rank stood firm; and the third rank raised their rifles!

Immediately afterward, the signal flag at the center of the army, indicating that it was time to fire, whipped downward!

"Peep!!!" A sharp, piercing bugle blast tore through the clamor of the battlefield!

In the next moment, Acton witnessed a terrifying sight he had never seen before and would never forget for the rest of his life—a scene as if the gates of hell had been thrown open!

"Clatter, clatter!!!" A dense metallic scraping erupted, like a violent rain beating against an iron roof!

At the very front of the Carnford Army's entire line, not only the Militia Camp directly ahead, but also every Musketeer from Brendan's and Roland's Main Corps on both wings—more than eight hundred soldiers in total—leveled the deathly Flintlock Rifles and Matchlock Rifles in their hands at the same time!

Eight hundred black muzzles formed a vast, frigid, inescapable