"Kill..."
The earth-shaking cries of battle woke many people in the bandit camp from their dreams.
Leading the army, Sheng Huai'an charged into the camp and began a slaughter.
Many recruits followed behind the Old Soldiers, cutting down the enemy.
The recruits who were seeing blood for the first time had hands that trembled as they gripped their blades.
One or two months ago, many of them had still been ordinary commoners. Killing a chicken had been their limit—how could they ever have killed a person?
"Enemy attack! The officers and soldiers have attacked!" a bandit cried out in terror.
Many bandits did not even have time to put on their shoes. Grabbing sabers, swords, and other weapons, they rushed out to face the enemy army.
As Sheng Huai'an led the troops, he only killed martial artists and above. Those below that level were left for his soldiers to deal with.
He had come to plunder, but also to train his troops.
His soldiers formed groups of ten, each led by a Platoon Leader. They formed Mandarin Duck Formations to deal with the charging bandits.
That was right. Sheng Huai'an had brought the Mandarin Duck Formation into this world. He wanted to train these soldiers not only into Heavy Armor Cavalry, but also into infantrymen who would be invincible even after dismounting.
It had not seemed obvious during their usual training, but now that the soldiers had formed the Mandarin Duck Formation, those bandits could not get anywhere near them.
Two shieldmen stood at the front with blades in hand, while two soldiers wielding wolf brushes disrupted the enemy's sight. Spearmen stood behind them, and the Platoon Leader commanded from the center. Long and short weapons complemented one another as the charging bandits were cut down without end.
Sheng Huai'an