"General, should we save them?"
Outside the encirclement, a scout asked the Armor Warrior with reluctance.
"Hmph, let them learn their lesson properly!" Little Illusion said angrily.
The battle soon began.
The Conversion Team fought with their hands tied.
They were always too softhearted toward the enemy.
Whenever the enemy surrendered or begged for mercy, they let them go, only to be killed by sneak attacks.
Don't think primitive people were simple and honest. They were only simple and honest toward members of their own tribe. Toward enemies, they were like beasts—full of tricks and utterly free of moral burdens.
Even the craftiest Fox would have to concede defeat.
Someone claimed they would help them break out, only to lead them into an even larger ambush, where they were picked off one by one.
The Combat Team learned of their situation through the scouts, and everyone shook their heads after seeing it.
"They're too stupid!"
"They must have been bewitched by an Evil God!"
"Otherwise, they wouldn't be this foolish!"
"How could they trust the enemy?"
"Unbelievable. How are their brains wired? How could they trust someone who had been raising a blade against them just a second ago?"
"Sigh, Mother Tree's teachings are good, but they're meant for our own people, not the enemy."
"They're too stupid, far too stupid."
"It's not that they're stupid. They just haven't learned through bloodshed."
"General, let's save them. They mean well, after all. If we save them, they'll listen in the future."
After hearing everyone's pleas and arguments, Little Illusion decided to send troops to support them.
Of course, the more important reason was that she could see this was the perfect chance to turn defeat into victory.
The enemy's attention was focused on the Conversion Team, and few units were paying