It had to be said, the ones who understood Velanders best were Velanders themselves.
Vannus, who had once served as a "regimental commander" in the Eastern Legion, knew those higher-ups' temperaments all too well.
Seeing that the positions at Broken Blade Mountain remained unconquered after repeated assaults, Lium, sitting on the bridge, could no longer stay still and cursed under his breath.
"What the hell is Modlin dawdling for?!"
The Second Thousand-Man Unit had been fighting inside the cave for quite a while, yet after all that time, they still had not taken the position.
The wounded kept being carried out, followed immediately by fresh men being sent in. Before long, the entire thousand-man unit had rotated through once, and even the Purge squads attached to it were nearly wiped out!
Watching this unfold, Lium could not help but grow uneasy.
It sounded absurd, but he had the feeling that those mutants had deliberately let them in...
What the hell was going on?
Was that really the sort of scheme those muscle-brained bastards could come up with?
Yet even if he realized something might be wrong with the mutants, there was no way he could order a retreat.
If he withdrew now, would that not mean he had just smashed his own foot with the rock he had lifted?
Thinking of that earlier phone call, Lium's face flushed red.
He could practically see the mocking smiles on those useless fools from Utopia City.
Even for the honor of the Velanders, he absolutely could not retreat!
His clenched teeth ground loudly as he bit the wooden stick in his mouth cleanly in half.
Lium slammed his right fist onto the chair's armrest and turned to his adjutant, issuing his order through gritted teeth.
"Notify General Modlin! If necessary, he may deploy