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Less than twenty minutes.

The more than 1,000 people of the third brigade assembled at the village entrance.

Lieutenant Colonel Fukuda, mounted on a horse, glanced at the soldiers lined up in formation.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Set off."

Then, the team moved silently.

More than a thousand people formed two columns and advanced towards Lugu along the mountain road in the night.

Naoki Nakajima stood at the village entrance, watching the group disappear into the distant mountain shadows.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then turned and walked back into the house.

Colonel Ono was still inside, bending over in front of the battle map, a pencil twirling gently in his hand.

His gaze slowly moved south from the location of the Filter Valley.

We drove along the highway all the way to the defense zones of the 772nd Regiment and the New 1st Regiment, stopping in the area marked with dense symbols.

"Tell me your thoughts."

Naoki Nakajima walked back to the table and sat down.

"Should we continue this sweep?"

Colonel Ono straightened up and walked back to the table to sit down.

He didn't answer immediately, but lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.

It was as if he had gone through all the possibilities in his mind before finally looking up.

"According to the original plan, the target of this sweep was several villages within the 386th Brigade's defense zone, with a focus on the 772nd Regiment."

"But our situation is completely different now than it was yesterday."

He paused for a moment, as if considering how to say what to say next.

"If something really happens to Lord Koichi Abe's regiment, then the risk of us continuing our advance will increase."

"If his team is only severely damaged but his main players are still intact, then we can still proceed as planned after we reunite."

"But what if his team is completely gone?"

"Then we'll be all alone."

Naoki Nakajima picked up where he left off, his tone remaining calm.

"More than three thousand people, that's quite a lot."

"But if the 386th Brigade can wipe out Koichi Abe's three thousand men, then they are equally capable of wiping out our three thousand men."

"So my suggestion is to split up the forces."

Colonel Ono pointed to the 772nd Regiment's defense zone on the map, and then pointed in the direction of the New 1st Regiment's garrison.

"The planned frontal assault cannot be completely canceled, otherwise headquarters will question our resolve."

"But we can't put all our forces on the front lines."

"We should detach some troops to outflank the 386th Brigade and distract them."

"At the same time, maintain sufficient mobile forces to deal with possible ambushes."

Naoki Nakajima did not respond immediately.

His gaze moved back and forth across the map.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times before speaking, his tone carrying a sense of measured consideration.

"You mean, continue fighting on the front lines, but only commit half of your forces, while keeping the other half in a mobile state?"

"Are you ready to support Fukuda or respond to emergencies at any time?"

"That's exactly right."

Colonel Ono's tone became even more certain.

"The 772nd Regiment is still engaged in direct firefight with us; they don't know that the 107th Regiment has lost contact."

"If we suddenly withdraw from the front, they will become suspicious."

"It's better to maintain positive pressure and let them think we're still moving forward according to plan."

"Then we will withdraw two battalions from the flank and mobilize the forces of the 386th Brigade to keep them guessing about our main attack direction."

Naoki Nakajima sat in silence for a long while.

His gaze shifted back and forth between several marked points on the map, as if he were mentally strategizing the course of the battle after the division of forces.

Colonel Ono didn't urge him, but waited quietly, the pencil in his hand slowly spinning between his fingertips.

"Dividing the troops is acceptable."

Naoki Nakajima finally spoke, his voice carrying the certainty of someone who had made a decision.

"But the flanking units cannot stray too far from the front; they must remain within the support range of a battalion."

"Once we have definite news from Fukuda, the flanking troops must be able to return to the front and rendezvous in a short time."

"An intermediate node can be set up."

Colonel Ono picked up a pencil and marked a point on the map along the south side of the highway.

"This village is within the marching range of a large battalion, both in terms of its frontal and flank positions."

"If Fukuda sends back a message that he needs support, the flank troops can quickly converge on this position."

"Then, depending on the situation, we will choose to reinforce the front or provide support for Fukuda."

Naoki Nakajima's gaze fell on the marked point, he looked at it for a few seconds, and then nodded slightly.

"Then it's settled."

"Leave the First and Second Battalions on the front to continue to put pressure on the 772nd Regiment."

"You will personally lead the Fourth Battalion to the southwest flank, creating an encirclement."

"The main approach is to contain and harass."

Colonel Ono stood up and stood at attention.

"I'll go prepare right away."

"Wait a moment."

Naoki Nakajima called out to him.

Colonel Ono turned around, waiting for him to continue.

Naoki Nakajima's gaze fell on his face, and his voice was a few decibels lower than before.

"If any news comes back from Fukuda, no matter what it is, send it to me immediately."

"clear."

Colonel Ono didn't linger and strode out of the house.

Naoki Nakajima sat alone in the room.

His gaze returned to the map, slowly moving along the dotted line marking the valley, as if he were looking at something very far away.

The distant mountain shadows appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, silent and profound.

He remained in that position for a long time.

He remained motionless, only occasionally tapping his fingers lightly on the edge of the table.

Once, twice, three times.

He was waiting for news from Fukuda.

Before that, there was only one thing he could do.

Get this force moving according to the adjusted deployment, while maintaining sufficient vigilance.

Be prepared to deal with the worst-case scenario at any time.

The commotion in the village gradually grew louder.

The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion were lined up at the village entrance, and Colonel Ono stood at the front of the line, giving instructions.

The mules and horses were led out of the temporary stables behind the village, and ammunition boxes were loaded onto the mule carts one by one.

Commands and footsteps echoed throughout the room.

It stood out exceptionally clearly in the darkness of the night.

Naoki Nakajima stood up and walked to the window.

His gaze swept over the assembling group, and he watched silently for a while in the darkness.

Then he turned around, sat back down at the table, picked up the telegram, and read it again.

His gaze returned to the map, and he began to deduce the movements of each force after the division.

Outside the window, the fourth brigade's ranks were already lined up.

Colonel Ono mounted a horse and waved to the soldiers behind him.

The team moved silently.

Proceeding southwest along the mountain path in the night, we were soon swallowed up by darkness.

Naoki Nakajima turned his gaze from the window back to the map.

……

the other side.

Dark as ink.

The third detachment's column wound its way along the mountain road.