After thinking it through, the supported soldier gently turned his head toward the comrade beside him and whispered, "There is only one way to end this battle."
"What way? Tell me quickly." The soldier looked at his supported comrade in surprise and asked anxiously in a low voice.
"Look." The supported soldier quietly pointed at the noble commander at the front and whispered, "Only after that noble dies will we have a chance to surrender. If he does not die, no one will dare surrender."
The soldier had not expected the comrade beside him to share exactly the same idea. He had not acted immediately earlier because he feared his sneak attack would be disrupted by the comrade beside him, causing all his efforts to come to nothing.
Now that the comrade he was supporting shared his thoughts, he no longer had to worry about being interrupted when he made his move. He acted as soon as the thought occurred to him.
With no concern about interference from his comrades, the soldier quietly raised the Lasgun in his hand, aimed at the noble commander at the front, and slowly squeezed the trigger...
"Pew, pew, pew!"
Before anyone could react, several pale-blue laser beams tore through the crowd like lightning and shot toward the noble commander at the very front.
Several dull "thuds" rang out—the sound of the lasers striking the wall.
Yet what the ambushing soldier had not anticipated was that his carefully planned attack failed to hit its target. Every laser fired by the Lasgun struck the fortress walls, leaving several scorched black marks.
It was not because the soldier was a poor shot, nor because the noble commander had successfully dodged or evaded the attack. In fact, just as the beams were about to strike the noble commander,