The orc army had still not finished forming up.
Some orc soldiers could not even find their own officers, so they squeezed into whatever small formations they could find.
The entire battle formation was like a hollow little giant.
The formation was scattered, and its outer edges were uneven.
In many places, the orcs' spoils were still piled within the formation.
The entire formation was jagged and interlocking like dog teeth.
In some places, movement was not even smooth. Once they came under attack, the supporting infantry could be blocked by the spoils strewn about like garbage.
Looking at such an enemy, Charles barely felt any desire to fight.
He said, "It is hard to imagine. How long has it even been?"
"It has only been a little over half a year since the Howling Children of the Wasteland conquered the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe, yet this once-powerful army has fallen into such a state."
"It seems luxury and indulgence can rapidly corrupt an army."
Yvenjieling, beside him, nodded heavily. "My lord, I understand!"
"After we return, I will strictly demand that our army enforce military discipline!"
Charles nodded in satisfaction and summoned all the mid-ranking officers under his command.
He was not even in a hurry to begin the battle.
There would be no surprises in this fight, but such an excellent live lesson was not an opportunity one came across whenever one wished.
Charles pointed his riding crop at the enemy formation in the distance. "Take a look. This is our enemy."
"Look at the killing intent on these orcs. Their muscles and equipment show that every one of them was once an elite orc soldier."
"Many soldiers under our command, picked out one by one, might not even be a match for these veterans."
"But even with veterans