Morale Collapsed

When he looked up at the enemy troops nearby again, the ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger!

The enemy's cannons had stopped firing, and the gunners had withdrawn. That seemed like good news, but the musketeers' actions were far too strange!

They had finished reloading long ago, yet they did not raise their muskets to aim. Instead, they held them upright at their right sides like a ceremonial guard, rifle butts planted on the ground. Every man wore an expressionless face and stared straight ahead, as if waiting for something.

And then there were those small cannons in front of the Eagle Cannons. Those guns had not fired even once from the beginning until now. Why? They absolutely could not be mere decorations! What the hell were those Broomflower barbarians plotting?

This deathly silence before the storm was more terrifying than thunderous battle cries! What the hell are those Broomflower barbarians up to?! he roared inwardly.

Despite his unease, Acton, like most Sauron soldiers, possessed a deep-rooted, almost blind confidence in his side's ability in close combat.

As long as... as long as we get past these last few dozen steps! As long as our battle axes and curved sabers can reach them! Victory will definitely be ours! He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart with that thought, then let out a hoarse roar, urging the soldiers to speed up!

"Thirty meters! Charge through! Kill them all!" a hysterical officer's roar rang out from within the ranks.

The last surviving Sauron soldiers erupted in desperate shouts, poured their remaining strength into their legs, and launched themselves into a full sprint! Dust billowed, blades flashed, and every twisted face was clearly visible!

At that moment—

In front of the Carnford Army's formation, the dozen or so Minin