Red explained with a grave expression, "Lord, no, I only instructed the guards to inform Rose to gather the soldiers."
Lynn responded, "I understand."
He shifted his gaze, once again looking towards the rear of the formation.
Standing at the forefront of the seven hundred ninety-nine Pan Rock Iron Guards, Tyrone was watching his fellow soldiers behind him.
He shouted, "Begin forming ranks, align yourselves!"
Receiving Tyrone's command, the Pan Rock Iron Guards began to move with short, steady steps.
Swish, swish, swish~
With rhythmic quick paces, the Pan Rock Iron Guards shrank from a marching column into a lined formation.
In less than half a minute.
Seven hundred ninety-nine Pan Rock Iron Guards were fully aligned in formation.
Such orderly, swift, and accurate execution of commands.
Only soldiers like the Pan Rock Iron Guards, with systematic training, can achieve this.
Under the gaze of Lynn, Red, Rose, and others.
