Surrounded by countless soldiers, the sixty men of Baron Sura's heavy-armored Senior Infantry Personal Guard were terrified.
The cruelest war they had ever experienced was the Battle of Zhiluo, where they had followed Baron Sura, and even then, they had only served as a support unit on the right flank.
Normally, they fought bandits or mercenary bands and deserters who acted like them. Most of their time was spent bullying serfs and tenant farmers.
They couldn't understand. Their opponent was a new Baron, while their own lord was an established Baron whose title had been passed down for nine generations. How could they be so completely crushed in both the quantity and quality of their forces?
'Damn it, why does almost every enemy soldier have armor! Did they inherit the armory of an Imperial Legion?'
"Torches! Torches! Use fire arrows!" shouted an officer who, having experienced the Battle of Tianyin, had been promoted to skilled archer.
