Scything (1)

The 15th Corps in Forza Forest collapsed without putting up even the slightest resistance.

If they had been a normal army, at least a proper report would have reached headquarters. But there was no way the reporting system of a second-rate sham unit where nobles merely enjoyed hunting could function properly.

The report submitted by the 15th Corps therefore amounted to this.

"Enemy forces in Forza Forest— Aaaagh!"

"It's a flanking attack! Requesting support! Requesting support!"

"We failed to protect the young masters. Please kill me!"

It couldn't be helped.

With the children of noble houses that ruled the country dying all around them and tank guns smashing everything in sight, few people could remain sane.

Maintaining one's composure and filing an accurate report even when on the verge of death was no easy task.

And any soldiers capable of doing that had already been assigned elsewhere to make room for the nobles who had been placed in the 15th Corps in Forza Forest...