This time, facing the more formidable Lizardmen, Henry and the other two commanders placed their most elite Warriors in the front rank.
The archers quickly fell back, and the infantry immediately formed ranks and advanced, appearing atop the sand dune.
Henry stood on the dune, gripping his great axe tightly, ready for the coming charge.
"Javelins, ready!" Henry commanded loudly.
The infantrymen quickly pulled Javelins from the packs on their backs. These thrown weapons could deliver immense penetrating power at close range.
"Throw!" Henry's voice rang out again.
At his command, hundreds of Javelins streaked like lightning through the desert's heat haze, flying straight into the Lizardmen's formation.
The Javelins carved graceful arcs through the air before plunging viciously into the Lizardmen's chests.
Although the Lizardmen's skin was as tough as iron, many were still pierced by the dense volley, and green blood gushed out.
