This is the equipment disparity, perhaps similar to how Barton felt when he encountered those Transcendent monsters back in the day.
Running so far, a few rounds of bombardment from over a hundred paces away made them collapse, truly deserving the phrase—
Strike the enemy a thousand miles, defeat them a hundred steps!
However, the footsteps of Hamlet's Army have never stopped. When the mortar reaches the designated position and fires the first shot, the artillery outside halts, as the infantry advances to avoid friendly fire.
After losing the archer cover, it's only a few hundred yards before they directly run over to intervene in the battlefield.
"Surrender and you won't be killed!"
"Drop your weapons, everyone get down!"
Amidst the successive shouts, most of them voluntarily surrendered, but there were still some not frightened, clustering around those priests with an unusual excitement and fanaticism.
Church followers, and even one could say Fanatics.
