One volley could not accomplish much. The Noctein cavalry quickly turned to avoid the area targeted by the arrows. Only a few unlucky riders fell off their horses and screamed.

“Stop spacing out! Ready your bows again!”

The designated captains of each row of archers kicked the soldiers in the rear as they lamented.

“Fire another arrow instead of looking for a target!”

“Stop relaxing your fingers!”

“Pull! Pull! Pull!”

The archers reflexively grabbed their arrows and fired again as they were scolded by their captains. However, the enemy wandered around the wooden barricades, frustratingly avoiding the arrow fire. It was the splitting image of a predator playing around in front of its prey.

“Damn it. If only the barricades were a bit higher.”

Unlike that of several other regiments, the barricades prepared at the 22nd were not particularly high. The waist-high structures were practically like fences. The soldiers had tried to reinforce these defenses at short notice, but they lacked the time to do so in all areas. Naturally, there were some sections where defenses were particularly loose, and their enemies persistently found these spots.

“Spearmen! Grab your spears!”

At a certain point, the enemy stopped moving in a circle and formed up in a line. They charged, as though planning to jump the waist-high fence, and the allied spearmen clutched their spears with both hands.

“Secure the spears!”

At the orders of the infantry company commander, the...