The Duke's Army's firepower was certainly ferocious, but their ammunition was not infinite, and they hadn't even issued such rifles to every soldier!
Moreover, large-scale engagement was different from small skirmishes; a force of this size couldn't possibly resupply in a short time. Once they ran out of ammunition, victory would still belong to the glorious Alliance Army!
They had not lost yet!
"Personal Guard! Charge with me!" Hanor roared, swung his War Blade, and led his Personal Guard under his command as they wheeled around.
He no longer chased those cuirassiers, nor did he bother with the collapsing flank, instead fixing his gaze on the continuous thunder of artillery opposite him.
With the entire army's morale on the verge of collapse, compared to those advancing line infantry, the distant cannons were clearly the greater threat!
Especially when their own guns fell silent, the enemy's roaring artillery fire could be even more lethal than the shells themselves!
