Not too long after, Vilhelm gave an order to the Gullveig Alliance through the voice amplificator in a depressed voice.
-All troops, fall back! Fall back!
Ao Xin shouted at Vilhelm’s sudden orders.
“Why are you ordering them to fall back!? What are you thinking!?”
Ao Xin was being reasonable. Right now, they were at the advantage. If they fought for just 10 more minutes at this rate, the Deathwin fortress would become the Gullveig Alliance’s.
However, Vilhelm replied in a depressed voice again.
“Why would you order our troops to…”
“The Pentagon has been taken over.”
“Yeah, so the Pentagon has been taken over but first… w-what?!”
Ao Xin screeched.
“The P-Pentagon… has… been taken over? By who? Alex Rothschild?”
“Of course not.”
“Andrei Ivanovich… that damned bastard!”
“It’s not him either.”
“Then who could get into the heart of our alliance, the Pentagon…?”
“He snuck in… and took over it. My wife and my son… even the sovereigns...