Crushed to Death

One hundred and fifty soldiers of the Roberk Alliance formed up and advanced toward the Demon Army deployed atop the hill.

Kars looked down from the castle tower at the advancing soldiers.

The Demon Army numbered only fifty. Even faced with more than three times their number, the Demon Army showed no sign of fleeing. Instead, they spread out and formed a single horizontal line.

"What kind of formation is that?"

One of the lords who had joined the Roberk Alliance laughed when he saw the Demon Army's formation.

It was no wonder. The Demon Army's horizontal formation consisted of just one row. Apart from a few soldiers left in the rear, the rest had all formed one long line.

It was less a formation than people simply standing side by side.

"They're lizards, after all. They don't know any proper formations."

"What? The Kingdom Army is having trouble with enemies like that?"

The other lords laughed as well when they saw the Demon Army's pathetic formation. Kars did not join them, but watching the Demon Army's movements, he became convinced of victory...