The men at the front instinctively tried to fall back, while those in the rear crushed together, shoving, pushing, and trampling one another. A cacophony of curses and cries filled the air.
The two hundred-odd conscripts, mere cannon fodder, descended into utter chaos. Some even threw down their weapons, desperate to find a place to hide.
Carl watched helplessly as his orders once again amounted to nothing. Seeing his troops swarm in chaos like ants from a disturbed nest, he was about to explode with rage.
He brandished the Curved Saber in his hand, roaring futilely at the sky. "Bastards! Come down and fight me if you've got any guts! What kind of heroes hide in the sky!"
However, the only response he got was the rush of wind as the Pegasus Knights swiftly ascended.
Ed and the Knights under his command gave Carl no opportunity whatsoever for a close-quarters engagement.
