"The second is that the opponent used more tanks than we imagined and invested more personnel than us. We were forced to confront the enemy in an instant of contact, and then the opponent rushed into the middle of our personnel, limiting the power of our artillery...

"

"Shut up, don't make excuses for yourself. Sit down!"

Before Avery could finish speaking, the curly-haired old man scolded him. Avery did not dare to refute and had to sit on the chair.

The curly-haired old man looked at everyone, "It's just a broken car, and it scared you like this?"

"We have more tanks, but I don't see you marching forward bravely."

"And the other side is just five ugly little mice with a few machine guns mounted on them, chasing you all over the mountain?"

"In my opinion, you are just afraid, scared, and become shameful cowards..."

"And you, Avery, caused this shameful scene because of your incompetent command."

Avery lowered his head and endured it silently.

This is the fact, and it is useless to say more.

It was just that situation and scene, he didn't feel that his order to retreat was wrong.

Even if you switch to any team, in that case, it will be the same fate.

It’s not that the curly-haired old man doesn’t know this, but he faces a lot of pressure.

Especially in terms of publicity and public opinion, the opponent used the alliance to trumpet this victory to the sky.

There are also voices of distrust in him in China.

Therefore, he must adopt an attitude, that is, he can sacrifice and pay a huge price, but he must not escape.

Because that would severely damage the morale of the military and even affect the domestic attitude towards the war.

You know, last time they had a head-to-head collision in Goryeo, and there were still soldiers living in the shadows, unable to get out.

"Now, I announce that Avery, you have been dismissed from your post and will be reviewed when you return to the country."

The curly-haired old man said forcefully, and Avery sat on the chair next to him as if his whole body was broken. Then he stood up slowly under the regretful eyes of everyone and walked outside the headquarters.

The curly-haired old man felt helpless. Someone had to bear the burden, and he didn't want to.

"Okay, let's talk about the next step."

After Avery left, the curly-haired old man continued to preside over the meeting.

"This meeting has only one purpose, and that is to stabilize the line of defense..."

When the meeting ended, the curly-haired old man stopped the person at the end.

"Eric, I need you to do something."

"Sir, please speak."

Eric has a typical Western face. He is a short, lean but middle-aged man full of strength.

"I need you to find those damn cars and destroy them."

The curly-haired old man gritted his teeth and said, "Also, I need to know where these broken cars come from. I don't believe that the other party has the ability to manufacture them."

"It must be a foreign aid. You must check it out for me."

"Sir, please give me three days and I will bring you the information."

Eric said confidently, it was obvious that he had a hidden secret inside the other party.

"besides!"

The curly-haired old man's eyes suddenly turned deep, and his brows showed confidence and tenacity calmly, "I have to admit, this kind of car is very suitable for jungle combat."

"At least it's more practical than our tanks."

"So, Mr. Eric."

"If possible, please seize some, even if it's just wreckage."

Eric understood what the other party meant and nodded immediately, "If it is a new one, it will probably be difficult, but if it is a wreckage, we can try."

The curly-haired old man nodded happily and picked up a cigar from the side. "Wrecks are also fine. With our strong industrial power, they can be easily made."

"You are right, I will make arrangements right away."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for your good news."

click

The cigar cutters collided violently, and a section of the cigar fell to the ground. However, the curly-haired old man picked up the cigar cutters and looked at them, as if what he had just lost was not a cigar, but a section of his finger.

"It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure ten of them."

"This method is very familiar."

Bada
Chapter completed!