As the musketeers retreated, the front of the formations of the Seventh and Eighth Battalions was cleared.
Immediately, the deafening sound of war drums echoed in Fan Shang's ears.
The long spearmen of the Eighth Battalion raised their super long spears, and marched down the hillside with vigorous strides, following the beat of the drums.
Once the Eighth Battalion's formation had stepped thirty paces forward, the Seventh Battalion's formation also commenced its advance amidst the drumbeats.
The two formations, one behind the other, boldly pressed towards the rebels' line.
On the inside of the high ground, the main formation where the Commander resided—the Fifth Battalion's formation—also began to slowly advance, seemingly to fill the positions of the Seventh and Eighth Battalions.
Fan Shang turned his gaze towards the rebels clad in blue-gray attire.
He couldn't clearly see the faces of the rebels, but considering their response, he sensed that they weren't panicked.
