"So, Colonel Samuel, are you saying our forces on the Iron Horse Mountain Front have already been routed?" On the Pasture Plains, outside the Imperial trenches, after learning from Samuel that the 1st Division headquarters had lost contact, John's excitement at unexpectedly saving this colonel's forces vanished without a trace, and his brows instantly furrowed.
He had thought the current battle was still locked in a stalemate, but if things were truly as Samuel said, then the situation had undoubtedly reached its worst possible point.
As a force of middling strength within the Second Legion, if the Iron Horse Mountain Front held by the 1st Division collapsed, then the Allied Forces' 101st Division could join with the Allied Forces' 7th Division, which would arrive soon—or might have already arrived—and encircle and wipe out the remnants of the 1st Division.
After that, they would advance south and threaten Fang City directly.
And with the Independent 3rd Division's utterly rotten defensive capabilities, even if Doran wanted to defend the city to avoid a military tribunal—
Based on John's understanding, Doran could at most follow the original plot, relying on a massive stockpile of military supplies and burning money to hold Fang City for twenty-three days before fleeing with his men due to a shortage of shells.
Once Fang City fell, it would trigger a chain reaction, leaving the 2nd Division in the west and the 4th Division in the south exposed on both fronts and unable to withstand the enemy's encirclement.
That would cause the Empire to lose land control over Fauken Bay.
And the Fauken Campaign would become the defeat John knew best.
"I'm not sure either, but that's most likely the case. Otherwise, I really can't imagine why the Starchaser Cavalry Regiment, which should have been fighting our forces, appeared