Faced with an enemy they just couldn't hit.
The morale of Proluo's Field Army had declined quite rapidly.
Especially after Zhou Ping'an had precisely targeted commanders trying to stabilize the situation and took them out, the miles-long battlefield turned into a complete mess.
On the open sides of the main road, soldiers scattered like headless flies; some even discarding their firearms to run faster.
Some, under mental strain and overshadowed by the specter of death, began to scream aloud in distress.
"Where is Brown?"
Zhou Ping'an had truly opened his eyes.
He hadn't expected that modern field battles, once morale was broken, would be no different from ancient times with chaos and panic spreading just the same.
Under his psychic influence, he saw several soldiers in front, running like rabbits, either going mad from fear or perhaps pushed by others, fall down, unable to control their anger.