And now, without momentum, their chaos and disorganization were starkly exposed and constantly amplified.
"How did it come to this..." Yamada, whose face was uncontrollably turning pale, looked helplessly at the battle unfolding before him.
Just moments ago, they had the upper hand, pressing these barbarians and degenerates hard.
Why did it feel like people guarding the lines transformed completely just because that young man stepped forward, said a few words, and rearranged some of the positions?
Yamada did not understand.
This was beyond what he could comprehend.
He had no time to think about these issues right now.
His entire mind and body were focused on how to rally his troops and restore order among his subordinates.
"Those in the back, stop pressing forward! Those at the back, retreat for now! Stop pushing forward!"
"People in that direction, temporarily retreat!"
