"It wasn't until around four or five o'clock that we gradually noticed many lines..."

Just then, Kyle suddenly roared, "Don't tell me they lost contact within our controlled area?!"

“Yes…Sir.” Jersey’s lips trembled slightly as he spoke in a low voice.

"This is unbelievable! How could we lose contact within our controlled area?!" Kyle glared angrily at the bowed-headed Jells.

Jers remained silent, only shaking his head repeatedly. In mountain warfare, losing contact with troops within one's own controlled area was the worst possible news.

This largely means that the enemy has infiltrated our lines like a sieve, and with covert maneuvering, they can dismantle and erode the entire defensive network from the inside out like a plague.

“This is what we should do!! But those damned Yan people did it first! My God!! This is simply…” Kyle spread his hands, momentarily speechless.

Dingle, standing beside him, was more composed and said, "Sir, the pass guarded by Major General Zoye is still under our control, but I believe the Yan people will soon gather their forces and launch a strong attack there."

"Our combat units have to abandon part of the area and provide support around the pass guarded by Major General Zoye."

"Half an hour ago, General Verley sent a unit to transport artillery over there. We need to further strengthen the defenses there."

"In addition, you must immediately send someone back to deliver a message, asking the troops stationed in Pariston to come and provide support as soon as possible. The Yan people's offensive momentum is often so fast that it is impossible for them to react."

After these words, Kyle's face stiffened, while Dingle shook his head and sighed:

"Sir, this is the enemy we are facing."

"Something I've never encountered before..."