Gerald had no idea that Narolov had already fallen into such peril, but when he saw more than a dozen Large Cargo Magic Locomotives in the Crimson Sun Legion's right-flank assault force suddenly blasted into the air, their soldiers scattered across the sky like straw, he immediately knew things had gone badly wrong.
Those fellows from the Rulson Kingdom had not simply stayed put and waited for them to attack. They had already laid traps all around, waiting for them to charge to their deaths.
Gerald glanced at the Rulson Kingdom army, now considerably closer, and hesitated.
Since the enemy had set traps on both his flanks, they might very well have done the same directly ahead. If he continued leading the Golden Eagle Knight Corps into this reckless charge, he could plunge straight into them.
But after judging the remaining distance to the Rulson Kingdom army, Gerald's alarm turned into helplessness.
Although they had covered a considerable distance in the past few minutes, they were still outside the effective range of his Mana Cannons.
If they stopped here for fear of traps, they would simply be bombarded helplessly by the Rulson Kingdom army's longer-ranged Mana Cannons.
Retreat was even less acceptable. It would render their earlier losses meaningless, and they would still be helpless targets as they withdrew.
If the Rulson Kingdom army pursued them as well, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Once he had thought this through, Gerald felt utterly anguished.
Simply because the Rulson Kingdom army's Mana Cannons could fire roughly a kilometer farther than his, he had been forced into this dilemma.
He could not retreat, and he certainly could not stop, but advancing might take him straight into a trap.
"Damn it, if only the Mana Cannons those fellows in the Military Department developed could