Soul Severing City, southeastern front, northwestern front, the rebel army's command center.
With a cold expression, Gork ordered them to continue their fierce assault, invoking his authority as legion commander without a shred of mercy.
Elias, a frontline guerrilla division commander, looked utterly despondent.
Speechless.
He knew perfectly well that he couldn't change Gork's decision.
But what hurt even more was that Elias knew Gork's decision was the right one under the circumstances.
If they missed this opportunity, then once the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group had recovered, the rebel army would never again have a chance to seize the three strongholds!
Because of Meshal Montoya's long-standing prestige, Hernandez had grown suspicious of him and transferred him away from the main front, sending him to besiege Pain's Nest instead. This diverted a large number of elite Chapters and left the defenses at the three strongholds depleted.
Meanwhile, inside Soul Severing City, the Forerunner's decapitation squad was risking their lives to harass the enemy behind its lines, diverting most of its attention.
This was the rebel army's once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to seize the three strongholds!
"I... understand."
Elias abandoned the argument.
At this critical moment, now that the legion commander had issued an order, all disputes and doubts had to be set aside. The order had to be carried out!
"What's the situation on the eastern front?" Gork's gaze swept quickly over the crude holographic map, and he asked in a hurried tone.
"Not good. Two full-strength Marauder Groups are advancing toward Ghost Rail at an extremely rapid pace." Elias suppressed his anguish and described their predicament in a brisk, professional tone. "According to intelligence gathered by the reconnaissance squad, they're carrying a large amount of heavy siege equipment, including vehicles. They're less than four hours from our Third Position."
"Too fast..."
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