Atop a small building just over a hundred paces from Flower Square, Ono Shunyu watched the fires breaking out all around, his face grim. He felt as if his heart was bleeding.
He didn't know why the battle had turned out this way. Everything had been going so smoothly at the start, but then it all suddenly took a nosedive.
Fortunately, after the initial chaos, the surrounded musketeer squads gradually calmed down. Although a breakout seemed hopeless for now, holding their ground was not a problem.
As a result, the casualty rate naturally dropped significantly.
Seeing this, the knot of anxiety in Ono Shunyu's chest finally loosened a little.
If this operation failed, the excellent advantage they had gained would be completely lost. At that point, not even his own family could save him. He might even be replaced as commander on the spot, and then he would have no chance of ever making a comeback.
At this thought, he looked toward the sea with lingering fear.
