The calls of the bandit leader set off a resonant response.
"Let's do this, brothers!"
"Kill them all!"
"HAHAHA! Die, all of you!"
For a moment, the bandits, who had previously been dispirited and focused only on fleeing for their lives, erupted with intense ferocity, cackling as they raised their weapons and charged toward the spear formation.
"Don't be afraid! Grip your spears tight."
Lance was overseeing the battle from the rear. The pressure he faced was anything but small; if the spear phalanx broke, his Armor would not stop so many people.
If these bandits managed to break free and scatter, completely exterminating them would become difficult.
Before even coming into close-quarters combat, the leader noticed Lance, who was especially conspicuous in his Armor, and immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist.
Then, with a BANG, he slumped to the side, fell over, and was trampled by the crowd.
