The Beast Titan smashing Shiganshina’s long deserted houses with boulders was the only thing that disrupted the silence over the scouts, after Erwin had given them his orders.

This couldn’t be his final plan.

“Be honest…are all of us…riding to our deaths?” Floch’s shaky question, the one everyone had on the tips of their tongues, was asked.

The corps looked between Erwin, awaiting an answer they hoped wasn’t confirmation, and Floch, wondering how in the hell he’d managed to ask when Levi was sitting mere feet from him, glowering savagely into his soul.

Erwin turned to him, his icy blue eyes holding no insinuation to his genuine thoughts. “Yes we are.” He said simply.

“And since we’re dying anyways you’re saying that it’s better…if we at least die fighting?” Floch questioned, staring, scared of Erwin’s response.

All the scouts were terrified of his response, actually. This was Erwin Smith. The man who made great master plans, kicked the titans asses, and gave damn good speeches. This was the man who’d created countless scouting strategies, had led innumerable surveys, captured the Female Titan, hell, who’d overthrown the monarchy!!

And the best he could come up with in this situation…

Was a suicide charge??