Deep into the night, Fort Swallow.
The New Federation's First and Second Infantry Legions, which had just taken over Fort Swallow, were still reveling in joy.
Especially the two legion commanders.
Eustace and Uder.
They had never thought that capturing Fort Swallow could be so easy.
In their initial plan, it would take two weeks or even longer to inflict substantial damage on Fort Swallow, and even then, before they could cause any real harm, they might have been driven back by Gerard.
To Eustace and Uder, who had witnessed Gerard in combat, he was nothing short of a nightmarish existence.
The last opponent they wanted to encounter was Gerard.
It had nothing to do with tactics.
It had nothing to do with equipment.
When Griffins roared overhead, all the warriors had left were their shivering bodies.
Even the bravest of warriors would turn into cowards.
But Eustace and Uder wouldn't blame their warriors.
Because...
They felt the same way.
"What should we do next?"
