“...”0

Ganeth, the Sword Master of the principality, gazed below the wall. The flag bearing the anchor symbol of Fran’s army fluttered fiercely in the wind. The enemy forces were so close that they could be seen with the naked eye.0

It was the first time since the war began that the enemy had positioned themselves this close, maintaining a tense standoff. 0

“What about the White Bunker?”0

“There were no specific orders. They said that merely defending Yoman could secure victory in the war.”0

“Hmm…”0

Ganeth bit his lip at his subordinate’s report but soon nodded.0

A few days ago, about two thousand enemy reinforcements arrived at Yoman. The numbers are now about equal. With the Great Wall being to our advantage, this shouldn’t pose a significant problem.0

To Ganeth’s mind, the numbers weren’t the issue.0

However, the enemy’s attitude had changed. Unlike before, they were no longer content with simply holding their position at Yoman—they had taken up battle formations and come out in force.0

If the enemy received reinforcements, it could mean our forces were defeated elsewhere......0