The living example before them told them that such an art of command truly exists.
Sitting cross-legged on the elephant litter of the silver elephant, Rommel held a bronze telescope, overlooking the entire battlefield from a high vantage point. He resembled an ice mountain refusing to melt, with a faint cold smile at the corner of his mouth, turning a blind eye to the massive bloodshed and death.
Aside from occasionally giving verbal orders through the Vulture Air Force, he never uttered a single hysterical shout, nor did he display the common sight of battlefield commanders sweating profusely due to the rapid secretion of adrenaline.
The Bilu coalition army, consisting of more than five legions, was intricately organized under his calm command, with the attack layers of the front line clearly visible, routing the defeated Mulan soldiers, scattering them in panic.
