Every rose has its thorn.
On the side heading to the 15th Armored Division, the losses were not just that of Major General Lundorf, as several senior staff were killed trying to rescue the general.
If not for the division chief of staff wisely choosing to leave in the opposite direction, the situation could have been much worse.
As the sound of the enemy tanks' engines faded away, the chief of staff climbed to his feet and yelled, "General! General!"
The few surviving staff members got up and checked the general's breathing and pulse, then shook their heads at the chief of staff.
The chief of staff clicked his tongue, looking in the direction of Loktov, his view completely obscured by the recently deployed smoke bombs by the guards; he couldn't see the city or the fighting on the open ground between headquarters and the city.
Of course, now the chief of staff just needed to walk a few dozen meters more to step outside of the smokescreen to see the battlefield normally.
