At this very moment on the battlefield.
With such a massive force on both sides confronting each other, an eerie silence has descended.
"Hey, you're smarter, tell me what do you think will happen now?" A soldier from the United Army tightly grips his weapon, panting anxiously, as he asks another soldier beside him.
The soldier who was asked remains silent, staring into the distance, gazing at the vast throngs of people.
"If, if they charge forward, with the ratmen following behind... we will suffer heavy losses."
"Wait, we can't just go ahead and attack, turn our blades against those pitiful captives, can we?" Another soldier hurriedly says, his hands holding the weapon already beginning to tremble.
Now, every soldier facing such a situation has their own thoughts.
"So what, should we let our comrades die?"
"What? Are you going to massacre those civilians? Why are you standing here, have you forgotten?"
"Ratmen, I must kill every single ratman, at any cost!"
"You..."
