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At that moment, John finally had an epiphany. He quickly turned around and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him, "Brothers, switch weapons! Everyone grab a lime-coated stick!"
Upon receiving the command, the soldiers swiftly complied, putting down their weapons and picking up the lime-coated sticks.
Meanwhile, the opposing general noticed that John had seen through his intentions and had already adjusted his formation. He nodded in satisfaction and elegantly waved his hand, issuing a charge order to his front lines.
In an instant, a thick atmosphere of impending battle enveloped the entire training ground, as if the very air was about to ignite with tension. The vast space echoed with the heavy footsteps of soldiers from both sides as they rushed forward, the sound resonating like war drums, deafening in its intensity.
As the distance closed, only fifty meters, then forty, then thirty remained between the two forces. Each step felt like a heartbeat, quickening the pulse of everyone present.
When they were just a few meters apart, the front line infantry from both sides roared in unison, raising their heavy iron shields and crashing them together. Sparks flew where the shields met, and the sound of metal clashing rang out into the sky. Following this, those in the rear ranks wielding long sticks surged forward like arrows released from a bow. They raised their sticks high and struck down with all their might. The lime at the ends of their sticks traced white arcs in the air, accurately landing on their opponents.
However, surprisingly, despite being covered in lime, these soldiers showed no signs of retreating; instead, they became even more frenzied. Here, no one adhered to any so-called unwritten rules; each person had only one goal in mind: either to completely defeat their opponents or to be ruthlessly crushed themselves.
At this moment, John shouted hoarsely, "Fight! Hit them hard! Don't be afraid of killing; if it happens, I will ensure they receive generous compensation!" His voice boomed like thunder, inspiring every soldier to charge forward and fight valiantly.
On hearing John's rallying cry, the opposing officer's emotions surged; his eyes widened and his face flushed red as he shouted back, "Exactly! We all have two shoulders carrying one head; we cannot lose face in front of Your Majesty! We are the Royal Capital Guard; we absolutely cannot retreat! Charge forward and crush this bunch of rascals!"
Meanwhile, far from the battlefield, Napoleon was intently observing the fierce clash through a magical crystal ball. Gradually, he began to discern some patterns amidst the chaos.
In terms of physical prowess alone, there was no doubt that the Royal Capital Guard had the upper hand. After all, they were based in the capital city and had access to abundant resources; their training and dietary conditions were top-notch.
However, as the battle progressed, Napoleon was astonished to see that despite the Royal Capital Guard's advantages in hardware, it was John’s team that truly controlled the flow of battle.
Even though John's side was being pushed back by enemy assaults, his soldiers still managed to coordinate seamlessly with one another. They quickly seized opportunities and adeptly grouped together to create localized situations where they could outnumber their foes.
What was even more remarkable was how obediently this team executed orders from their superiors. As soon as John's aide issued a command, those soldiers would spring into action without hesitation and complete their tasks with remarkable speed.
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