The speaker was Munsendes. His words extinguished Wallis's anger and brought him back to his senses: He's right. This time, I was tricked by these enemies. Losing doesn't matter; I'll win next time. But the village absolutely cannot be lost!
Thinking of this, he shouted sternly once again, "Retreat quickly! Retreat! Get back to our village!—"
"Woo!… Woo!…!" The deep, heavy sounds of a copper horn suddenly echoed across the battlefield. Those First Legion Soldiers who had been huddled behind the shield wall received orders to advance. The previous frustration transformed into thunderous roars of rage as they wielded square shields and short swords, charging at the enemy who had begun fleeing.
