"Quick! Keep up."
A Salion Assault Swordsman shouted as he ran. In battles like this, to stop the recruits from slacking off, the two barons had chosen to have one veteran lead ten recruits, then placed these small groups at the very front. The remaining veterans stayed behind, making full use of the cannon fodder.
Zhang Yang had naturally been assigned to one of these cannon-fodder groups. Since he was carrying a large round shield, he had been arranged to walk at the very front.
He had no objections.
Straight ahead, the Dashians' army was also closing in, with more than seventy cavalrymen following behind.
When the two sides had drawn to within roughly two hundred meters, booming drums suddenly sounded from the Dashian position. Two more Dashian armies joined the battlefield, and at the same time, a cavalry force of over a hundred men began moving, sweeping around from the left flank.
As soon as the Dashians moved, Salion's main force also joined the battle. In the south, a three-hundred-man cavalry unit began trotting forward.
But the cavalry commanded by Duke Elfwan still did not move, because the Dashians' glittering heavy cavalry had yet to stir.
Zhang Yang had no time to grasp the overall situation on the battlefield—or perhaps knowing it would not have helped anyway. His enemies were right ahead.
Within his field of vision, the Wanderer System had already displayed the opposing troop composition.
The vanguard consisted of over a hundred Dashian Spearmen. Like the Salion Militia, they were low-level troops at level 10.
Next came roughly fifty Dashian Veteran Spearmen, with more than thirty Dashian Longblade Wielders interspersed among them. These were veterans on the same level as the Salion Assault Swordsmen.
However, unlike the purely close-combat Assault Swordsmen, these Longblade Wielders also possessed 280