The Tower Shield Dragon Lance formation was stable once again.
Black [Two] positioned himself behind the formation, staring at the twenty three armored marching beasts.
He sneered. There wasn’t enough distance between his formation and the “beasts” so they couldn’t pick up enough momentum to strike like that again and there was no way that they could break open the defense again.
“As long as the new defense line doesn’t get torn open again, the dragon lances could easily pierce the amours and the bodies of the bastards!” Black knight [Two] thought coldly. He was staring at the front line closely through the thin gap between shields.