The Holy Knights on both flanks, their eyes red with fervor, pushed forward. They had been commanded before the battle to wait until the death squad had absorbed the first wave of impact before they could take action. They had already made several charges in the previous combat and their remaining physical strength was insufficient to break through the defensive line while keeping casualties under control. To use the words of one death squad member, "Your lives are more valuable than ours, so you have to make a brilliant entrance after we've made our sacrifice."
"Damn it!"
Kay, the low-rank Holy Knight who had once confronted Gerbin on the A1 slope, cursed wildly as he brandished his lance and desperately charged toward the increasingly thin ranks of the death squad, roaring, "You bastards, get the hell to the back once you've completed your mission!"