"Left right left! Left right left!"
Shouting the neat slogan, the guards' battle formation charged towards the Armed Farmers in the middle of the hillside.
Their strides were sometimes orderly, sometimes out of sync, pausing every ten steps or so to rearrange their zigzag battle line.
Jeska couldn't fathom how a formation of seven people could arrange into such a zigzag battle line.
This side was still accelerating with the charge, not yet engaged, while the western front was embroiled in a bloody battle with Madlan and others fighting fearlessly.
They swung their sticks randomly, threw turtle punches, but still couldn't resist the Armed Farmers' advance.
Every second, someone would fall into a pool of blood, yet they still didn't give in, holding on relentlessly for ten whole seconds before finally scattering.
But this was just the first battle line, the second was much more harmonious.
