The soldiers in the first three rows already have their spears leveled at shoulder height, while those holding spears in the rear wait, ensuring they cannot retreat.
Like two combs with their teeth pressed together, the glinting spearheads inch into the gaps between the opposing spear formation, and the spear shafts begin to clash.
The soldiers holding the super long spears tremble as if their weapons are lightly trembling. They stare wide-eyed at the enemy faces contorted by fear, cautiously moving their feet, inching closer as they extend their spear tips toward the enemy.
When the spear tips are less than an arm's length away from the chests of the soldiers in the foremost row, one soldier finally cannot endure it anymore and thrusts his super long spear at the enemy's throat with a shout.
That shout triggers an avalanche, and the battlefield erupts in beast-like howls as soldiers from both sides jab their weapons at the enemy's face, neck, and thighs.
