"For the Emperor!!"
Those four short, forceful words rang out like thunder! Even the Lizardmen troops atop the walls heard their battle cry!
Faced with this sudden turn of events, White Butcher had been completely unprepared, but he reacted quickly. He immediately joined in with the battle cry while activating the Boost Morale incantation, raising their morale in one breath.
"Spear Formation, advance!!"
"Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!"
With every battle cry, the Spearmen tightened their grips on their spears and thrust forward with all their might, again and again.
In an instant, Ratmen blood splattered throughout the passage beneath the city gate.
Compared with the wide-open space atop the walls, the gate passage was narrow. As long as the Spearmen blocked the entrance with their Spear Formation, they could effectively suppress the Ratmen's offensive to a considerable extent.
But things were clearly not that simple.
After a bout of slaughter on the battlefield, the Rat Tide outside the city showed no sign of shrinking at all. Countless Ratmen Slave Soldiers continued pouring endlessly into the battlefield, maintaining their maddeningly relentless assault.
As the battle dragged on, the soldiers in the gate passage grew increasingly alarmed.
They had fought until their hands gripping the spears were nearly numb with exhaustion, yet the Ratmen pouring into the gate passage before them showed no sign of diminishing. They seemed endless, impossible to kill them all!
They knew that the Ratmen were extremely numerous.
In fact, on the very first day of formal training after they arrived at the southern frontier fortress, the fortress had informed them of this fact—and had emphasized that there were very, very many of them!
But sometimes, no matter how concise and clear the words, people could never feel the weight behind them. It was only when this day arrived,