Jangbulu Command Post, the thunderous roar of artillery from the front line, staff officers rushing in and out of the office with messages.
This was not a peaceful Christmas Eve.
It wasn't because the battle with the German Army was so fierce, but because Shire's "battle" with the parliament was still unresolved, and neither side dared let their guard down.
Shire was still fine, the reason he hadn't rested yet by the middle of the night was because he had just regained command, and there were many matters to attend to.
Ganmelin was different, with nothing to do, he didn't dare leave, so he just stared blankly at his almost empty desk.
To hide his embarrassment, he quietly drank cup after cup of coffee.
