Sitting on the main seat, the old man looked at the chaotic discussion and slammed his gavel.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Silence!"
After he shouted, the meeting room finally calmed down. Everyone stopped talking, but their expressions showed their rejection of the suggestion.
A few minutes later, a man in his late thirties stood up and said, "Lord Erast, as you said before, the possibility of Lunar City surviving the attack was only 1%. Even if we send reinforcements, how many soldiers should we send to their deaths?"
"What's more, even if we send half of our military power to help them, how confident are you that we will be able to save them and eliminate those zombie cockroaches?" he asked again.
When he heard this, Erast Tolstoy frowned deeply. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Sir Borislav, I understand your concerns. But Lunar City is part of the Tsardom Empire, and the people living there are our citizens."
