Arrest Yuna

"The island's defensive line has completely collapsed! If we don't reorganize, we'll be wiped out!"

The command room kept receiving reports of defeats from every combat zone. Colonel Sokei was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof.

Yet Yuna Roma, the supreme commander of the national forces, spoke as if it had nothing to do with him. "Then hurry up and reorganize them! Hurry! What are you waiting for? Honestly!"

What kind of commander was that supposed to be?

Suppressing his rage with all his strength, Sokei continued, "So, your orders are...?"

Whenever anyone offered him advice, he rejected it, yet he could not give any specific instructions himself. Where had all those strategic theories he usually babbled about all day gone?

Why was he not putting his greatest talent—running his mouth—to use at a time like this?

At those words, Yuna actually put on an expression that said, Don't try to fool me, and replied, "What? My orders? Isn't this all what you're supposed to do? If we lose again, it'll all be your fault!"

Seeing how smug he looked, Sokei froze.

In a crisis this dire, was all this man could think about whom to shift the blame onto?

If he had commanded the front lines at Crete with that same attitude, then Colonel Tegaga and the others who died in that battle surely could not rest in peace.

The officers and soldiers around them were now looking at their supreme commander with near-hatred in their eyes. Someone even clicked their tongue without bothering to hide it.

Morale had fallen to rock bottom.

Just then, an operator cried out, "Colonel Sokei! New allied units have appeared over the outer sea!"

"What?"

Newly arrived? What did that mean? Sokei looked toward the operator and saw him