"What the hell is going on at the north wall? why did they let the mutated beasts get so close?" Commander Rundert's angry voice echoed over Desmond's shoulder once more as the latter calmly gazed out over the battlefield.
At this point, even Desmond's squad had begun to look nervous as the defensive forces on the north wall were seemingly being overwhelmed little by little.
Desmond on the other hand already had an idea why the situation had come to be what it was so he grabbed the radio with his right hand and with a serious countenance began yelling into the radio: "Commander, this is Lieutenant Astryd, It seems to me that Lieutenant Clay gave orders to reduce the offensive in hopes of lengthening the time our supplies would last but he failed to anticipate the size of the mutated beasts' offensive so we have been overwhelmed; With the commander's permission, I would like to employ a certain plan that I have in mind to reverse the situation."
