Raising the feathered spear high above his head, the roar of Volovitz penetrated even the cacophony of gunfire: "Flank array deploy, triple formation strike."
The Holy Gun Cultivators moved at the command, with the first, third, and fifth rows stepping to the flank, while the second, fourth, and sixth rows stepped diagonally forward.
The original six rows of Holy Gun Soldiers interlocked with precision like gears, transforming into three rows.
The first row of Holy Gunmen knelt on one knee, the second row took a shooting stance with guns at the ready, and the third row stood upright, raising their holy guns.
The barrels reflected the scorching sunlight, enough to illuminate the bared jaws and teeth beneath the helmets of the King's Guard seventy steps away.
"First row, fire!"
The yellow-green smoke was shredded into tatters by the lead shot.
