"Requesting support! Requesting support! My unit is under heavy enemy attack!" A man in an officer's uniform screamed hoarsely into his Wrist Device, his voice steeped in desperate pleading!
But this was the wilderness, where Communication Cards could not be used at all. Everything he was doing was futile.
"The enemy's attacks are too fierce! Sir, you have to retreat!" his adjutant urged anxiously.
The commander switched off his Wrist Device in dejection and said blankly, "Retreat? Where can we retreat to?"
Seeing his commander like this, the adjutant knew that nothing he said would help. He lunged forward, knocked the commander unconscious with a chop of his hand, then carried him on his back and flew out of the Shuttlecraft. Outside, the Royal Guard Corps had already gathered, but fewer than half of them remained. The adjutant had no time to worry about that now. "Everyone, break through to the northwest!" he ordered urgently.
He had noticed that the incoming fire was much weaker to the northwest.
The Card Adepts caught in this sudden ambush mustered their courage and charged northwest after the adjutant.
In the Transport Shuttlecraft's command room, everything happening on the front line was clearly visible on the light screen.
Watching these people fall into pools of blood one after another, Su Liu Cherou and Ru Qiu still looked distressed, even though those people were their enemies. But they were not foolish enough to ask Bagnell to stop the killing. This was war, and all their lives hung in the balance. Often, either you died or I did. Reality was always this cruel, and they felt that truth deeply.
Ru Qiu suddenly noticed that these Card Adepts seemed about to escape. She could not help pointing at the light screen and crying, "Uncle, they're getting away!"