"Gilbert, cover me. I'll capture the enemy's ground commander."
"Your Highness, that's too dangerous! The enemy commander is almost certainly General Corralo!"
General Corralo was a favorite of the emperor and a veteran who had followed him on campaigns across the world, conquering vast stretches of territory.
He was a seasoned general with both skill and experience.
Cornelia knew that, but she had little choice.
"I don't know what Ask is thinking. With Area 11's current forces, confronting Britannia's army head-on is impossible. Our only way out is to capture their commander."
But even as she said it, wasn't that nothing more than a pipe dream?
Forget capturing the enemy commander-even reaching him would be no easy feat.
The masses of Sutherlands swarming toward them weren't just for show.
Cornelia hadn't seen Euphemia yet. She didn't want to die here, nor did she want Euphemia to suffer because she had disobeyed Ask's orders.
So putting on a show was essential.
Just like in an office, making everyone think you were busy every day was an art in itself.
Unfortunately, Ask's subordinates were probably monitoring their communications frequency, so she couldn't tell Gilbert what she intended.
She could only hope they were on the same wavelength.
"Be as careful as you can, Gilbert."
After that warning, Cornelia charged into the mass of enemies.
Elsewhere, General Boris received his orders and activated the antiaircraft cannons hidden on the rooftops and inside the high-rises on either side.
The fierce barrage wasn't enough to penetrate the flagship's energy shield, but the escort ships and Knightmares equipped with Float Systems were another matter.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom-
A string of explosions rang out.
The tremors from the attacks on the flagship made Charles restless.
"Dorothea, Nonette, Luciano, get rid of those annoying flies."
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