The Fall of the Last Militarist

The village of Bern, where Siegfried had hidden himself, was not very large.

It was a tiny rural village barely one square kilometer in size.

Although there was a hill behind it, it was not particularly high. The nearly barren hill had no worthwhile strategic positions at all.

No matter how many days they spent digging trenches and preparing for battle, there was no way such a small village could become a proper fortress.

In the end, the buildings they had taken shelter in to avoid the bombardment were wooden, and the trenches five hundred cold, hungry, exhausted men could dig were not very deep.

Besides, at this moment, when defeat was already all but certain, it was obvious that they had no morale left to mount a determined defense.

So before the full-scale bombardment began, the officers decided to show mercy first.

"The merciful Kyle Leopold does not wish for unnecessary bloodshed. Anyone who wishes to surrender should lay down their weapons. We will spare your lives."

It was the night before the offensive.

They made the announcement in case any soldiers wanted to slip away under cover of darkness... but no answer came...