"Ambush! It's an ambush!" the soldiers at the frontline a while ago screamed as loud as their lungs could handle. Everyone who was part of the frontline was shocked as their position suddenly changed from advantage to disadvantage.
"Sir! We have enemy units appearing at the front... No, at the rear of our formation. What is your order?" the officer accompanying Delais Von Fonterra asked for his opinion again. This can be considered the tenth time he was asked to make a decision in this battle alone.
"Damn! How can I not expect they could have soldiers camping on our escape path?" Delais cursed out. These profanities could no longer be contained as he had to find a way to vent all of them out.
The thought of being unable to guess his opponent's next step made Delais feel fearful. He even had a problem thinking about what could have happened if he decided to keep moving forward until the checkpoint he considered to be safe.
