The enemy forces departed.
McGillis, having slyly acquired a female soldier, was enjoying himself.
His subordinates, lamenting, “Us too,” were dazed after McGillis had thoroughly violated their precious wombs.
This was a bad dream, and they were only granted a sliver of time to acknowledge it.
Gang rape.
Meanwhile.
The Suurl unit advanced into the Whispa Holy Nation.
They left half of their unit at each conquered town,
periodically merging with reinforcement units.
Finally, they faced the enemy’s last defense line.
“Hmph, the Whispa Holy Nation isn’t much after all ♪”
“No, no?! It took quite a while to get this far?? You’ve forgotten… haven’t you, yes.”
Suurl’s words, spoken while riding the “Idaten” (Special Machine), were met with a chorus of complaints from the infantry and cavalry.
Suurl brushed them off lightly.
“Arrowhead formation, piercing the enemy’s defense line—♪! Hurry and change formation!”
“Res-rest…? Squad Leader…? Captain?! Please, report this to the commander—!?”
For consecutive days and nights.
Forced marches.
Those who had been there from the beginning and those who joined first.
Begged their superiors, the commander Suurl, to stop.
““““Sorry.””””
“Sorry. Please begin formation arrangements.”
“Once we break through the enemy’s lines. The enemy will crumble. After that, if you don’t participate in the pursuit… you can probably rest…”
“Come outside and look us in the eyes and say that!? We won’t get any rest, will we!? We won’t, will we!? Waaaaaaah, if it’s like this, I’ll just be reckless—!”
――――Enemy’s 1st Defense Line――――
Something that looked like large cannons was visible in the 2nd defense line.
“Charge—!!”
“When the person in front falls—!!”
“Jump over and advance—!!”
“If you stop, you’ll die—!!!”
“Damn it allllllllll!”
“Why are we, the front line, always the unlucky ones!”
“Kill us if you can!”
*Boom!!!* … *Fwoosh*
“—Gyaaaaaaah!”
“Raise your shields—!”
“Deflect their magic bullets and lead balls!”
““Oooooh! Oooooh!””
The vanguard collided with the enemy’s front line… the 1st defense line.
Due to the supporting fire from the 2nd defense line,
the arrowhead formation was split midway.
“The enemy’s defense line! We can’t break through now!”
“The unit attrition rate is—…!”
“I report a retreat!? With current strength, breakthrough is impossible!? Gyaaaaaah… *Gargle*”
Communications were in chaos.
“But you know ♪ Let’s go ♪!”
“……Oh.”
“Ooooh…”
The squad leaders, who had been with Suurl’s recklessness for a long time and survived until today.
To their new subordinates.
They ordered a rapid withdrawal from the arrowhead formation, telling them to follow the commander’s machine (Idaten).
They aimed for the weakened 1st defense line, which stubbornly resisted the arrowhead’s tip with sheer numbers.
“Break through—♪!”
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
“Tch. You guys, join my command!? ”
“““Yes!! Gyaaaaa””
They attempted evasive maneuvers like the “Idaten.”
But they were too late, and the impact struck.
In a few seconds, they were scraps.
Inside the cockpit, it was like a washing machine.
The G-force, unfazed by seatbelts, snapped the pilot’s neck bones, killing them.
Main thrusters activated.
They leaped over the enemy’s lines.
“Follow the command machine—… Gyaaaaaa!”
“The captain’s machine is destroyed!”
“““Those enemy machines (Golems)—Naaaagyaaa!””
“Tch. Can only I get through? Oops.”
*Boom! Bang! Ga!*
One machine broke through the defense line.
Those commanding the artillery of the 2nd defense line.
Changed their aim to eliminate the “Idaten” with several cannons.
Fired as soon as they could.
“Straight. Leap across the ground.”
“Do you think that’ll hit my “Idaten” (Exclusive Machine) ♪!”
Suurl dodged the artillery fire from the 2nd defense line.
He stopped advancing, making the enemy units fire on each other, and spun around left and right repeatedly.
Behind the 2nd defense line.
Either from the 3rd defense line’s troops or reserve forces.
They appeared between Suurl and the 2nd defense line.
“You guys, retreat—! Withdraw from the front line from the rear—!”
“““U-Understood!””
“Ugh. Retreat? Alright—! I’m not dying here—!”
The charge was fast, but.
The retreat was just as swift.
However, the spearhead unit of the arrowhead and.
The four units behind them had to act as the rear guard, holding back the enemy wave with their own bodies.
Only a few individuals miraculously returned to their camp.
“Haa… I’m… done… I absolutely hate being on the front line—…”
“Me too… I prefer the rear…”
Only the medics comforted those who miraculously survived.
“Which unit is tomorrow’s vanguard?”
“““…Gulp.”””
Suurl decided tomorrow’s deployment.
Through an impromptu lottery.
“Everyone get ready—…”
“““…Ugh…”””
“Set♪!”
“““…Uoooooh…… *glances*… Gufuh””
The unit leaders were neatly divided into two groups.
Vanguard and rear.
The vanguard had a survival rate of 0.1 percent.
The rear had an 80 percent survival rate.
The lottery’s result that decided life and death.
The subordinates praised their unit leaders and squad leaders.
On one hand, they cursed them.
They’re going to die tomorrow.
They could say whatever they wanted.
There was no punishment, no solitary confinement.
If the number of soldiers decreased, Suurl would issue orders like throwing them away as expendable.
Desertion meant a death sentence.
The “Idaten” was a high-mobility type.
There was no way to escape.
Even if they tried to break the machine by sabotaging it.
The mechanics were Gira’s subordinates.
If they planned mischief against Suurl, an important figure and comrade.
The mechanics would be wiped from this world, suffering hell.
So, when asked, “What about escaping?” they would shake their heads with all their might.
Pretending not to hear, they would repeatedly perform maintenance, saying they were not involved.
“Any movement on the enemy’s defense line~?”
“According to watch reports, nothing so far.”
“I see~, any deserters~?”
“None.”
“Are they harboring anyone~?”
“No, not at all. It’s like a wake. They’re making noise, trying to forget about tomorrow’s sortie.”
Suurl confirmed the current situation with his assistant commander and.
Went to bed early.
“Well then, excuse me.”
“Oh, you get some sleep too~…”
“Yes.”
The assistant commander contacted the Intelligence Agency.
Suurl was as energetic as ever today.
He conveyed requests like providing financial assistance to the families of soldiers who died in battle.
Then, not wishing for tomorrow’s sortie.
He showed his face to the soldiers who were noisy like it was a wake.
He dangled a coveted erotic magazine.
“Use this to calm yourselves down.”
“““Thank you, boss ♪!””
“““Thanks a lot ♪!””
No spoils of war.
At times like these, only erotic magazines and erotic novels would do.
“Tomorrow, to the enemy capital.”
Above, the night sky was full of stars.
The assistant commander superimposed the souls of the fallen soldiers onto the stars.
Shook his head.
And went to his lodging.
