"Whoa, I really love the battalion commander's tactic of attacking from behind. With that barrage of shells, that Centaur Legion that never expected enemies behind them probably lost at least a thousand men, right? Tsk, tsk!" Eight hundred meters above the rear of the 101st Division on the Iron Horse Mountain Front, Miles clicked his tongue repeatedly as he watched through the Magic Eye while the utterly unprepared Centaur Legion was blasted into chaos beneath the rain of Magic Cannon shells.
He then turned toward Barnabos, who stood beside him expressionlessly loading magic crystal fragments into his standard-issue Magic Rifle to charge it. His eyes darted around before he said in a fawning tone:
"Still, we have Captain Barnabos to thank for this great victory. After discovering that the enemy's main force had gone in pursuit and only left two ordinary Centaur Cavalry Regiments to encircle us, you took the initiative to lead the charge and preserve the 3rd Magitech Artillery Regiment. That's what gave us this opportunity to counterattack."
"As expected of a ten-year veteran. Your combat experience truly puts the rest of us to shame. Once the battle is over, you must give me some proper guidance so I can learn from you!"
"Learn? With your combat style of doing nothing but leading people to hide at a safe distance and take cheap shots, what use would it be even if you learned? Do you dare charge into the battlefield like Captain Barnabos?"
"If you ask me, you should cut out this useless nonsense. Instead of wasting your breath flattering Captain Barnabos, save your strength and have your snipers kill a few more enemy officers later. Otherwise, if you perform poorly, you'll become the 1st Battalion's punching bag at the battalion commander's next meeting!"
Hearing that, Marda, floating