The soldier of the Federation cried out in terror:
"So many people! No!!"
"They're everywhere!"
"They suddenly emerged from the snowfield! They gutted Will! No!!!"
Recalling the scene, he trembled even more.
Major Smith furrowed his brow and pushed the soldier aside:
"Damn it... Immediately contact headquarters! We've encountered an unknown number of enemy forces in ambush! Request air support and artillery coverage!"
The adjutant beside him looked at the smoke-filled position on the small high ridge and whispered:
"Major, the terrain here is limited."
"There shouldn't be a large enemy force..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Major Smith suddenly erupted with rage, grabbing the adjutant by the collar and shouting at the scattered corpses of Federation soldiers on the hillside:
"Then tell me what the hell is this?!"
"Can a platoon produce such crossfire? Organize such a fierce countercharge?"
"Damn it! Tell me where the hell they emerged from!"
