Old Five broke down.
He had thought victory was assured.
Three Field Divisions, thirty thousand men in total, complete with self-propelled artillery and main battle tanks. The First Division was even an elite unit. No matter how he looked at it, there was no way they could lose.
Yet the situation had turned around too suddenly. Somehow, they had been defeated.
"Retreat, retreat now," Old Five said weakly from inside the command vehicle as he looked over the devastated battlefield. "Don't return to Silver City. We're heading north."
Old Five silently left the battlefield with the forces of a single service company.
If he returned to Silver City now, the giants would kill him. If he hid in the royal city, the Fate Weavers would kill him. He could only head for the northern coast, board the airship he had prepared, and go to a deserted island to start over.
That island had to be remote, preferably in the bitterly cold north, somewhere nobody would ever care about.
Otherwise, when the Roosevelt Empire launched its expedition, they might pass by and wipe him out.
However, of the four airships stationed along the coast, two were transport airships stocked with supplies, and the soldiers aboard were all trained female troops. The relationship between Silver City and the Roosevelt Royal Family had always been delicate, so he had constantly prepared an escape route in case they ever fell out and he was defeated.
Old Five was forthright by nature, but he was far more cautious than his other brothers when it came to doing things. That was why he had survived until the end.
The unit quickly headed north. After traveling roughly 120 kilometers, they spotted a small military base hidden amid dense coconut groves.
When the convoy arrived, Old Five jumped