The sound of whistling came again, as the lead bullets once more flew over the shield wagon, landing on them.
With every few steps, you could feel a comrade beside you collapse to the ground, only for the comrade behind to step up to fill their place.
What lay beneath your feet were corpses in brutal death and wailing injured soldiers.
No need to think, the emotion of panic gradually spread.
Until the Divine Art's light sphere fell into the phalanx, the soldiers forced themselves to step over their comrades' gruesome corpse.
If the Holy Wind had been dense enough or given a bit more time, it's possible a phalanx might have collapsed before engaging.
Regrettably, at this time, the Gunners also entered the range of the arrows.
A dense rain of arrows fell from the sky, creating a crisp clattering as they struck the gunmen's armor.
Whether it was reloading or firing, every round of arrow rain brought gunmen falling from being shot.
