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Despite Emilia obliterating the head of the guy who gave them the order, the Federation's army didn't dare to disobey their instructions, and continued charging towards their goal.
The soldiers continued pouring in through the smoke like an unstoppable tide, and didn't even seem to care if those around them were shot dead or blasted to bits and pieces. They didn't even pause to take care of any wounded from the mines.
Of course, given that they would be slaughtered by their superiors on retreating anyway, it only made sense.
Since they were going to die anyway, it was better to take a chance at glory. At the very least, the future of their families back home wouldn't be in peril. As for camaraderie, sorrow, or trauma… those might only have the chance to set in later.
