Ah, Andorhal (11)

When she saw the tall warrior still resisting get pounced on by Ghouls behind him and instantly swallowed by the tide of Undead, Abbendis rose to her feet in fury.

"Find out who directly commanded that squad. Why didn't they stop their troops from breaking away from the main battle line? Did they think a single squad could wipe out all these Undead?"

"Reporting, High General, the captain of that Scarlet Guard squad died alongside his soldiers. He was the tall warrior who held out until the end," the Scarlet Crusade officer beside her said quietly.

Abbendis froze at those words, not knowing what expression she should wear. There were no shortage of fanatical junior officers like this within the Scarlet Crusade. No matter how often orders were emphasized, once they fell into a frenzy on the battlefield, they completely forgot military discipline and threw away their lives.

"Forget it. Record all their names. These warriors who died so bravely deserve to be remembered by future generations, and their families deserve better compensation as well." Abbendis issued the order weakly.

"Don't be too upset. When warriors are fighting on the front lines, they can easily become separated from their units in their eagerness to kill the enemy. It's inevitable that some things will be overlooked," Roderick consoled her.

He understood Abbendis's frustration. Watching an elite squad under her command die needlessly at the hands of the Undead because their blood had run hot was not an easy feeling to bear.

The Scarlet Crusade commanders fighting on the front lines quickly made adjustments. Mataus narrowed the army's operational area and strictly forbade anyone from crossing the half-ruined mill ahead.

South of the mill lay the town district closest to Andorhal's western bridge. The buildings here had also suffered the most severe