Following this step, the audience immediately remembered the unified footsteps of ‘Tap! Tap! Tap!’.
The sound was so consistent, so loud, so magical.
"This...this...is so handsome! The Storm Leader is so mighty!"
"The Storm Leader is mighty!"
"The Storm Leader is mighty!"
Faced with such a visual and auditory impact, the audience who saw this scene for the first time was in an uproar, and the enthusiasm in their hearts was instantly ignited.
This guard square seemed to have magic power, making their blood boil involuntarily.
They didn't know how to express the passion in their hearts, and in the end they could only use the word "mighty" to express it all.
In an instant, cheers of "Storm Leader Mighty" resounded throughout the venue.
"I finally know! Momentum, Nalant's guards have an unstoppable momentum!" At this time, Boris suddenly realized, and he finally figured out the difference between Nalant's guards and Lakov's guards when they entered.
There is a difference.
Nalant's guards marched with an aura of abandonment that could instantly ignite the fire in a man's heart.
Although Lakoff's guards marched fairly neatly, compared with them, they looked like beggars compared to generals.
"Bernard, how do you train the vassal's guards!" Before the competition began, several counts noticed the extraordinary nature of this group of guards.
Not to mention the combat effectiveness, the appearance alone is definitely not inferior to any of the elite guards of the Earl family.
Even the guard of honor that welcomes His Majesty the King may not be able to compare with this.
It’s hard to imagine that this is what a young jazz could be trained to do!
Chapter completed!