"Day one! We attacked for a whole day, retreated 10 kilometers, and lost over 12,000 men? On the second day, lost 100 tanks without any results? On the third day, Suthers lost more than 1,000 men and didn't even touch the edge of the enemy's position?" Hearing this report, Felix immediately felt a dizzy spell: He was already over seventy this year, not young anymore, and couldn't handle such a major shock.
If the losses continue at this rate, he wouldn't need to fight anymore; in a few days, he'd become a lone commander.
"Marshal... this way of fighting is not a solution. We must find a way to continue the attack. Otherwise, His Majesty's orders..." a staff officer whispered as a reminder.
His Majesty The Emperor's order to the front line was to recapture Saint Luo at all costs, regardless of the losses. If they failed to complete this task, there would be no good outcome waiting for them.
