François had many questions people wanted to ask, so although he went off-topic, Sirte didn't continue to push the knife in but instead turned to look at Gao Yuan.
Gao Yuan spread his hands and said, "Why are you looking at me? Look at him, keep asking, you know what you should be asking."
Sirte sighed lightly and once again said to François, "Let's continue, how many people do you have here in total?"
"Here? In total? Fifty thousand, at least fifty thousand, excluding the workers and those mysterious people, there are about forty thousand left in the military, isn't that what you wanted to know?"
François simply blurted out what he knew because there was a knife stuck in his leg, he watched as the blood bubbled out, felt the chill of the blade, and few people could choose to be stubborn to the end.
"Explain in detail, how is the military distributed here, where do your soldiers come from, explain a little more clearly."
