Miscalculation

A few minutes earlier,

Thruck—!

Thrusting his sword forward in a swift motion, Nero struck his blade in an enemy's chest, sniffing out the light of life in his eyes.

Thud—!

Retracting his sword as his victim's body fell to the ground with a thud, Nero cast a gaze around himself, surveying his surroundings.

Massacre. 

That was the only word that came to his mind when he looked around the battlefield.

Until a few minutes ago, Nero and his troops had the upper hand in this battle but suddenly, the waves of the war switched sides.

Right now, the cadets of class 1-C-8 were fighting with them on equal footing.

How did this happen?

Based on the radio transmissions he received, Nero was able to piece together that the enemy had dispatched a small strike team to flank his troops and launch an attack on their vulnerable rear.