"General, the Germans' offensive is too fierce. We can't hold on any longer. The front has already collapsed, and the routed troops are retreating north. The Germans are pursuing relentlessly. We should run while we can. If we're too late, we'll all fall into German hands," a staff officer suggested.
"Run? What good would running back do? If I fail to carry out His Majesty the King's orders, I'll be sent before a military tribunal. Then I'll certainly be hanged!" Donald's face turned deathly pale.
"General, there will always be another chance. It isn't that we haven't fought to the death—it's that the Germans are simply too powerful. We are no match for them at all!" the staff officer urged.
Major General Donald hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. He did not have the courage to kill himself, nor did he want to fall into German hands and become a prisoner. Although fleeing back into Spain would also be dangerous, he could no longer worry about so much. If luck was on his side, he might still be able to save his life.
"Order the troops to retreat along the entire line!" Major General Donald commanded.
The Spanish army began withdrawing from Gibraltar across the whole front. They had been scared out of their wits and no longer had the courage to keep fighting. The moment they heard the order to retreat, many Spanish soldiers took off running. If their officers had not issued a death order, they would have long since wanted to leave this cursed place.
The Spanish army withdrew from Gibraltar at top speed, retreating all the way north of the border before stopping in trembling fear.
"Will the Germans cross the border and attack us?" Major General Donald asked, still shaken. Clearly, he feared that