But these mercenaries who had just approached, once they entered the heavy infantry's attack range, were instantly turned into sieves by the spearheads.
With the winged spears being five meters long, these mercenaries couldn't even get near the heavy infantry!
At this moment.
The mercenaries realized the true meaning of disparity in strength.
Despair, helplessness, waiting only for death.
Under the attack and pressure of the heavy infantry, surrounded by the cavalry from the rear.
Layer upon layer, the mercenaries fell dead to the ground.
At this moment, a voice of inquiry rang out among the mercenaries.
"Chief Keith! They're too strong; we're not their match at all."
"What should we do now?"
However, after the inquiry, there was no response.
"Chief Keith? Where did Chief Keith go?"
"Damn it! Keith ran, we've been sold out!"
"He made us face the enemy, yet he ran off himself?"
"What does this make us?"
"Brothers, I'm giving up resisting; I'm surrendering..."
