Baron Shear trembled uncontrollably, biting his nails.
In truth, no one else suspected anything or even doubted Ghislain. To them, he was simply a seasoned and skilled soldier who had joined their ranks.
But as a conspirator, Baron Shear couldnât afford such casual thoughts.
"Why couldnât he just stay quiet? Why is he trying so hard?"
While others were oblivious, Shear couldnât shake his anxiety. Count Fenris might have the skill to escape if things went wrong, but Shear didnât.
"If weâre caught, Iâll be the one to die!"NoÌv(el)B\\jnn
Mocking Shearâs fears, the Dougly Squad charged forward with unrelenting energy.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Easier said than done. The chaos caused by the Dougly Squad at the center made it impossible for the soldiers to regroup.
Anyone who tried was struck down by the squadâs relentless attacks, while the rest of the Third Company surged forward and overwhelmed the distracted Fifth Company.
"Weâre winning! Push harder!"
"Break through! Donât stop!"
Someone shouted, and the soldiers surged forward with even greater intensity. Caught up in the momentum, they charged recklessly ahead.
The Third Infantry Company commander couldnât hide his joy, laughing triumphantly.
"Weâre winning! Weâre actually winning!"
Just a bit more effort, and it would be over. The enemyâs formation was already split and crumbling. Surely, the observers would agree.
The Third Company commander turned to Baron Shear, his face glowing with pride.
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