Perhaps the Wehrmacht officers decided based on economic efficiency and resource conservation. But they never considered or simply didn't care how this would look in the eyes of the people of Charlemagne—those who never lacked pride and self-respect—and how they would react.
(These demon-spawn hybrids deserve to be eaten by demons in hell!)
Suppressing his anger, the private cursed bitterly in his mind. The army's repeated propaganda that "the Sharp-Eared Elves must die for us to live" now resonated deeply within him. Despite still holding no optimistic expectations for the outcome of the war, Sirian silently swore that even at the cost of his own life, he would never allow such inhumane beasts to set foot on Charlemagne's soil. Imagining the terrifying scenes of the beasts rampaging in his homeland, he shuddered and almost dropped the periscope he was holding.
