"I'm afraid it'll be a fight all night long..." Dingle, standing beside him, coughed, covering his mouth, his face full of worry.

"Don't even mention a whole night, we could fight all day!" Kyle said in a booming voice without turning his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, Verri immediately echoed him:

"This is the combat environment that our mountain infantry division is most familiar with and best at. The Yan people are newcomers. Although they achieved some victories in the early stages due to their numerical advantage, things are different now. I believe that good news will soon come from the front."

Upon hearing this, Kyle turned to look at Verley and said with a smile, "Of course!"

"Once we drive these Yan people who are on reconnaissance missions back, if they still don't withdraw from Enzos, then we'll have no choice but to launch a forced attack along the main road."

"In this way, we have a greater advantage. There are already ambushes at the strategic passes, and my combat squads can also infiltrate and outflank the main road. If they launch a strong attack, they will be caught off guard and completely cut off by us."

Verri shook his head and said, "If we could really contain their combat units, I don't think the Yan people would have launched such a reckless attack. Although our army was forced to withdraw when they attacked our military base, the Yan people also paid a considerable price for it."

"No matter how many troops they have, they can't just keep fighting without regard for casualties."

"I think they will retreat to the military base."

Kyle stroked his chin and said, "That's not what I want to see. I just hope they can stay here and keep fighting us for as long as possible."

"Ha! This is our best slaughterhouse!"

Upon hearing this, Dingle, who had remained silent throughout their conversation, turned to look at Kyle, then coughed as he walked toward the camp, mumbling indistinctly:

"Sir, I'll head back now... If there's any urgent news, I'll contact you again..."

Kyle waved his hand dismissively, then yawned and said:

"Alright, this battle is likely to continue for a while. Let's go back and wait for them to bring back good news."

"Jersey, you keep an eye on things. Call me if anything unexpected happens."

“Yes, sir!” the adjutant, Jers, replied immediately.

Kyle turned and walked toward the tent.

——

Around six o'clock in the morning, when it was still pitch black, at the Golt army headquarters in the mountain pass, the adjutant Jersey woke up Kyle.

As soon as Kyle opened his eyes, he saw the adjutant's ugly expression, which immediately made Kyle frown and realize that something unexpected had probably happened.

"Sir, the Yan army's offensive is fierce, and the situation is quite bad now," said the adjutant, Jiers, in a heavy tone.

As soon as Jeers finished speaking, Kyle suddenly sat up:

What do you mean by "the situation is somewhat bad"?

"Before I rested, wasn't everything normal? Were we steadily eliminating the Yan people?"

Jiers immediately replied in a deep voice, "Yes, sir, but the situation took a sharp turn for the worse in the latter half of the night. The Yan people used the same tactics as us; they organized many combat units, and our army gradually..."

“We’re gradually losing ground…sigh.” Jersey sighed.

Kyle's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted angrily, "Outmatched? What went wrong?!"

Seeing the enraged Kyle, Jells unconsciously took a step back, but still said helplessly, "It seems that in many aspects we are not as good as... sir."

"Although we are more familiar with the terrain, the enemy's combat capabilities are much stronger than ours. The areas controlled by our army were constantly being captured by the enemy during the battle, which forced our troops to retreat again and again."

"However, the enemy is constantly advancing into our rear. Just now, the communications soldier brought news that enemy troops have already reached our rear in the area where the fighting is still taking place."

Upon hearing this, Kyle was shocked. He could hardly believe that his proud mountain infantry division was no match for the newcomers from Yan Kingdom on their home turf.

Most importantly, the territory he was holding was being taken away, which was something he absolutely did not want to hear.

Immediately, Kyle hurried out of the tent, saying urgently, "We absolutely cannot retreat any further. If we retreat like this, how are we supposed to fight?"

Following closely behind, Jersey quickly replied, "I have already given the order, sir. The troops that were originally planning to detour behind enemy lines are now urgently returning to their positions."

"However, the most pressing issue right now is that the enemy is infiltrating into our lines."

"Damn it!" Kyle roared, his face contorted with rage. "Hold on tight! We can't expose our flanks to them!"

Just then, Dingle, who was walking towards the two, suddenly said:

“They have already taken complete control of some areas, and their flanks are now wide open. The worst part is... we don’t know exactly where the Yan people have infiltrated.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kyle glared at Dingle and said, "I won't infiltrate too deeply!"

Dingle shook his head and said, "Whether it's deep or shallow, we have no idea, sir. Didn't Jersey tell you? We already have forty or fifty combat units? No, maybe more. They've all lost contact."

Upon hearing this, Kyle froze, sweat beading on his forehead. He quickly turned to look at Jells.

Jiers said with a grim expression, "It was too sudden, sir. At first, only a very small number of combat units lost contact, but as you know, this is very normal in mountainous environments. It's impossible to report your location and transmit information in time."

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