"Spearmen, advance in small steps!"
At this moment, his hundred spearmen had already formed a phalanx of one hundred men. The spears in their hands were a full six meters long, nearly the length of an entire Swordwood tree.
Boris had never seen such long spears before, which was why he had raised that question earlier.
And now, the five or six hundred Northern Principality soldiers gathered ahead had finally reached them.
At the commands of several guard captains, they surged toward them, brandishing their longswords.
"Spearmen, raise your spears—thrust!"
Facing five or six hundred men, Nalant was naturally unafraid.
Besides, he wanted to see just how effective the Macedonian Phalanx he had trained for so long would be in its first real battle.
"Kill!"
At Nalant's command, the spearmen uniformly leveled their long spears before them.
And when that dense mass of enemies drew near, they drove their spears forward with all their strength.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The charging Northern Principality guards were immediately pierced, blood pouring from their wounds.
"Thrust!"
Nalant remained unmoved, continuing to issue commands at a steady rhythm.
"Kill!"
Hearing the second thrust command, the long months of training made the spearmen instinctively stab out with their spears once more.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Another series of spears piercing flesh rang out.
The five or six hundred Northern Principality guards, who had charged in so aggressively, were instantly dumbfounded.
Faced with that densely packed formation of six-meter-long spears, they could not even touch their enemies.
Even if they forced their way past the first row of spears, several more waited behind it.
"Hiss, so spears can be used like this! Nalant, when we get back, I want to buy Swordwood trees from you!"
Nalant's unprecedented spear formation immediately opened Boris's eyes. He had never expected these