But the development of the situation still completely caught Lakunio off guard.
After spending half an hour reorganizing the formation, the cuirassiers finally temporarily retreated to the vicinity of the floating bridge.
The night wind rustled the leaves, and under Lakunio's command, the vampire's blood pact musketeers had already advanced to a place three hundred steps from the floating bridge.
Scarlet armor glinted coldly in the fog, arranged into six rows, with the barrels of their blood pact muskets gleaming dark red.
When the trigger is pulled, blood mist erupts from the barrel, propelling the lead bullets forward.
The previous shooting army, unprepared, had already suffered a setback.
"Form a phalanx! Crescent-moon axes as supports!" Aleksei dismounted, personally shouted, pulled out the crescent-moon axe from his waist, and stabbed it fiercely into the frozen ground.
