Turka Region.
The captain, who had arrived with 1,000 reinforcements and several officers, stared from a distance.
Armand knights stood guard along the border, their formation unbroken.
Scattered across the field were the bodies of Turka soldiers, torn apart by the overwhelming firepower that had rained down from above.
Shit…
That dumb assistant really went for an all-out attack, just as I predicted, huh?
Just because Armand only had 200 soldiers and we had over 10,000, he thought numbers were everything.
Hmm… Now…
How should I make that dead assistant take the full blame?
I know I can use the excuse that I was requesting reinforcements from the general.
And I was clever enough to bring these officers with me. So they can be my "witnesses."
He glanced around.
I really hope there's one or two soldiers still alive to help me get out of this mess easily.
If some managed to run, that means I have an "alibi" to escape blame.
