Even though they were caught off guard, they still managed to construct such a flawless defense system in just a few days.
"Shorty, are we charging again?"
Stuka's voice held a vicious edge.
"I can charge in and twist that commander's head off."
Ola gazed down at the ironclad formation below.
To charge down again would be suicide.
Sacrificing these elite Knights and Stuka just to destroy a few docks wasn't worth it.
Velin didn't need dead men.
Velin needed victory. He needed cost-effective results.
"Retreat."
The word was forced from between his teeth.
"All units, retreat! Jettison all payloads and ascend at full speed!"
Stuka let out a furious, indignant cry.
It abruptly spread its wings, its abdominal muscles clenched, and a glob of white droppings smashed against the wall of water.
It was a final act of defiance.
...
「Three days later.」
「Minas Tirith, the Lord's Mansion, Conference Room.」
The atmosphere was suffocating.
