"Kill! Take Leon Li's head!"
As Leon stubbornly continued onward,
the familiar cries and familiar ambushes played out once again.
However, having learned from the previous ambush, Leon did not let the army march straight ahead this time. Instead, he sent out mine-clearing teams to scout the path ahead.
He intended to avoid repeating the earlier failure this way.
But whether Leon's luck was simply terrible or John had already anticipated this preparation,
what awaited the Independent 4th Division this time was not pre-laid mines, but a bombardment of Magic Cannon shells from the sky.
The result was the same. Caught in the sudden sneak attack, the Independent 4th Division suffered heavy casualties once more. When they finally reached the site of the enemy ambush, aside from empty shell casings and the tracks left by the Imperial Army's mobile Magic Cannons,
they gained nothing else.
After two ambushes, they had not killed a single enemy soldier. Instead, they had lost nearly two brigades' worth of troops.
Such a situation would have been exceedingly rare in any war.
No—it could be called impossible!
How on earth had John Maslow done it?
He had clearly left nearly ten thousand troops in the Blueflower Vine Woods. By all reason, the enemy should not have had spare forces to set ambushes in these two areas!
Had he contacted the Independent 3rd Division for support?
Or had the Empire secretly dispatched fresh troops to cooperate?
Had the kingdom's Central Intelligence Department simply failed to discover them yet?
Blow after blow, along with intense confusion, filled Leon's mind.
This incomprehensible battle situation and the string of defeats made the young Major General—who had always considered himself exceptionally intelligent and had never truly suffered defeat—feel an unprecedented sense of uncertainty.
His handsome face had gone completely pale,