A wave of cheers erupted from the audience seats like a tidal wave.
To Losa, this was quite a novel experience. Previously, he had never fought as a member of an infantry phalanx, like a tiny component on a massive machine.
He didn't need to think.
All he had to do was hold his shield and focus on the enemy in front of him; everything else could be left to his comrades beside and behind him.
First, a shield-wielding knight crashed with a bang into the soldier next to Losa, pushing him back two steps. Fortunately, his comrade behind him propped him up, preventing any gaps in the shield wall.
"That damn thing's got some serious power!"
Cursing, he raised his shield, thrusting his short sword through the gaps for a counterattack.
Yet the opponent's thickened rivet chain armor was evidently not comparable to common chain armor, and the sharp Roman short sword found it hard to penetrate their defense.
"Seems like it's going to be another battle of attrition."
