John had chosen to advance on Iron Horse Mountain for two reasons. First, this front was under the responsibility of the Second Army's 1st Division, and the Colonel Samuel Conrad had told him about was stationed here.
Second, compared to the Tarzan Wetlands in the west, the Iron Horse Mountain Front had relatively open terrain. Through the scouts' Magic Eyes, they could determine in advance whether the enemy had prepared Anti-Magic Devices or other air-defense facilities.
Providing support would be somewhat easier.
However, considering the Morning Star Clan's Centaur tribes, with the high mobility granted by the Gale Formula and the Allied Forces' Fred Armor, they could charge head-on through bullets.
The difficulty of this front probably would not be any lower.
To end this front quickly, unless he could locate the enemy's headquarters in advance and use a surprise attack to take out the 101st Division's command center, he could only rely on the Mage Soldiers' aerial combat capabilities to advance slowly.
Just as John was considering whether to take the risk of deploying a surprise force, Wendy's voice suddenly came through the Communication Device by his ear.
"Battalion Commander, Sergeant Charlie has just spotted enemy traces three kilometers ahead. They appear to be exchanging fire with our allied forces. Should we provide support?"
"Tap, tap!"
Golden Lion Territory, outside Yellow Pine Town, western Iron Horse Mountain Front, Pasture Plains.
Inside the trench command post, Samuel Ivan Gordon, commander of the Third Infantry Regiment, watched the ghostlike enemy figures moving across the battlefield through his binoculars and listened to the relentless thunder of explosions. His expression had turned utterly grim.
He had never imagined that one day, he, a man famed for his courage in battle, would find himself at such an unprecedented disadvantage in the ground combat