Paris Government Building, third floor, Military Research Center.
A few assistants were feigning busyness amidst a pile of documents and materials. Fuxu sat at his desk, idly twirling a pencil in his hand, with a blank notebook in front of him.
He was organizing his words to "slander" Shire, so that everyone would think Fuxu was Shire's "enemy."
However, Shire was nearly perfect.
In the recent battle, no one could have imagined he would use the River Somme to flank the German Army, ultimately achieving results with over a thousand casualties that the British and French Allies couldn't achieve with tens of thousands of losses.
This made it impossible for Fuxu to say anything bad about him or find any faults.
Not strategic enough?
If this wasn't perfect, what could be considered perfect!
Didn't pursue the victory?
That was decided by the frontline mutiny; the soldiers needed time to rest and recuperate.
