Chapter 311: Lying through his teeth
The urgent order to retreat went out again. Most people had already begun to suffer mental effects, but they could still withdraw safely after someone beside them shook them out of it.
For the defense troops stationed too close, however, a few soldiers had become deeply trapped.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out as a sergeant major shot himself in a daze.
But the shot jolted the other soldiers around him awake. Only then did they hear the retreat order repeating over a distant loudspeaker and see the signal flags waving rapidly farther away.
"Move, move, move! Get out of here! Fall back one kilometer! Fall back one kilometer!"
A captain rushed over, shouting.
Four soldiers dragged the sergeant major's body back, while the surrounding soldiers immediately sprinted away.
Outside the newest perimeter, several reinforced battalions sent to take over the defenses were already in position. All the soldiers who had withdrawn returned to the camp in the rear.
Doctors were already waiting there. They would need forty-eight hours of observation before they could be confirmed free of the mental curse.
Fanhill, a first-class agent of the Super-Research Department, temporarily oversaw operations at the camp.
Setting up the camp five kilometers away from the cordon had been a wise decision. Had it been right beside it, they would probably have been scrambling in chaos just now.
"Sir, the withdrawal figures are in. Twelve defense soldiers were severely affected. Eight are confirmed dead by suicide, and four are missing."
A lieutenant entered the command tent to report.
"Sir, preparations for Plan C are complete. Should we execute it now?"
Fanhill frowned in thought, then shook his head, rejecting the proposal.
"No. Wait a little longer. We don't know whether that will trigger any other reactions. Stay