The sudden onslaught of Blazing Flames set the fur on the Ratmen Slave Soldiers who rushed in alight in an instant, and they let out shrill, miserable screams.
"Spearmen, form ranks and push forward!"
At the order, the Spear Formation, which had long been ready, rapidly pushed forward and braced their spearheads just beyond the flames.
To make the fire burn hotter and last longer, the White Butcher had done more than simply pile up wood and pour on lamp oil. He had also laid down a layer of coal beneath it.
Even if those Ratmen Slave Soldiers managed to cross this sea of flames and charge in, they would be lucky to survive with their hides intact.
Many of the Ratmen Slave Soldiers were burned to death right inside the flames.
After all, they were not the only ones who had been fighting all day.
Ordinary Ratmen soldiers were physically inferior even to ordinary human soldiers, and Ratmen Slave Soldiers were weaker still.
By now, the stamina of many Ratmen Slave Soldiers had also reached its limit.
At that very moment, the blazing sea of fire continued scorching the Ratmen pouring in, while also illuminating the entire city gate passage and ensuring, as much as possible, that they could see in the night.
The Spearmen quickly took up their positions. Whenever a Ratman darted out from within, they immediately launched a thrust and dealt it a fatal blow!
To make sure the fire did not die out, the White Butcher naturally did not forget to add more fuel.
However, the stockpile of wood inside this southern border fortress was relatively limited. Considering that the battles ahead would certainly require this tactic as well, they still had to conserve it when they could.
Thus, after using the fierce flames to