The war in Limgrave raged fiercely. Aureg frowned deeply as he watched the Redmane Knights being airdropped into the position.
This unusual tactic had indeed damaged the Mountain Stronghold.
Breaches had already appeared in the wooden walls, and soldiers had to plug the gaps.
At the sight of a breach, the Redmane soldiers swarmed toward it like a pride of lions spotting cattle.
The siege ladders were put to use as well. The suicide squads held them steady for the soldiers behind them, enduring the attacks.
The soldiers' ability to withstand attacks was on full display.
Seeing the breach, soldiers climbing the ladders and struggling against the defenders immediately jumped down toward it.
They did not care even if a forest of spears awaited them.
Becoming meat shields to open a path for the comrades behind them was what Redmane soldiers were routinely taught and trained to do.
For the legion, for victory, they faced death without fear.
The fierce feared the reckless, and the reckless feared those who did not care whether they lived.
The battlefield was no different.
Godrick's troops were shaken by the sight, and fear crept into their hearts. No, not just their hearts-terror showed on their faces.
The enemy had no fear of those spears and swords. As they fell, they knocked down swathes of defenders and widened the breach, letting spears pierce their tubular surcoats.
The enemies behind them did the same, doggedly consolidating their gains so their comrades' blood would not have been shed in vain.
The Redmane soldiers gathered at the breach, establishing a foothold and huddling together.
The swords and shields in their hands, along with the comrades beside them, became what they relied on to stay alive.
They had to hold the breach and withstand Godrick's troops so more of