*Trumpet*, *Trumpet*, *Trumpet*.
The blaring sirens of loud trumpets blasted across Phyrros Island as Lord Macht quickly assembled his lines into a coherent fighting formation.
It was a simple double lined formation, with each row consisting of around twelve hundred men.
"So that's why the bastards ran! To meet up with their relief force"
And as the men reorganized themselves, they whispered among themselves as such, their voices laced with a certain bit of appreciation.
They no longer saw Scorpyo and his men as cowards who ran from the battlefield. But rather viewed them with a hint of caution.
This was because although they still outnumbered the group by almost a thousand men, the densely packed red units with their shields locked together and swords drawn out made many of the Heeat men cautious.