In an instant, men and horses were overturned.
Marshal Jill severed the neck of an Iron Tortoise with one swift sword stroke. He glanced at the restless and uneasy foot soldiers of the Iron Tortoise, and his lips curled into a bloodthirsty sneer.
In ancient battles, no matter how strong an army is, encountering a rear attack from the enemy will throw them into panic. Even the world's top forces, like the Iron Tortoise, are no exception.
Especially when these Iron Tortoise are fighting dismounted.
Enemies entangled them in the front, making it difficult to break away from the battle line and form ranks facing backward.
And with enemies about to charge from the rear, they found it hard to commit wholeheartedly to the fight against the enemies in front.
Not to mention Marshal Jill's feat of defeating the giant Batulu, which unprecedentedly shook the Iron Tortoise's morale.
"Hold them at all costs!"
Marshal Jill shouted his order.
