Ignoring the danger, Major Felter continued to stay on the hill, anxiously observing the movements of the battalions.
"Time!" His heart was pounding fiercely, and he could even feel the blood vessels in his neck and forehead expanding and contracting with each heartbeat: "Time!"
Just a little more time, and his troops would be reorganized. By then, no matter how many Paratu Cavalry there were, they wouldn't be able to crush his square formation.
However, the smoke came faster than the flames. In an instant, both sides of the provincial road were completely shrouded in thick smoke.
The soldiers covered their mouths and noses, still unable to stop coughing. The warhorses were nearly out of control, and some cavalry had to lead their horses on foot.
Major Felter's vision was also blocked. Aside from a few orderlies beside him, he couldn't see anything further away.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted behind the smoke, accompanied by a mountain-echoing roar of battle cries.
