Roland didn't say anything, saluted, and then turned and walked out of the command tent.
Emerging from the space pervaded with oppression and decay, he looked up to the clear blue sky with the urge to sigh rising immediately. Feeling the faint gazes around him, Roland swallowed his sigh back down.
Colonel Huntsgate was dead.
Biologically speaking, he was still alive, but mentally, the man was dead. He was uninterested in anything and was only intent on dying like a tragic hero.
To have such a major lead troops into battle, the outcome was obvious. What was even more fatal was that quite a few people in the 14th Infantry Division found common ground with this. Since death was inevitable, everyone hoped to at least die with dignity and to secure safety and better treatment for their families; wasn't that a more rational choice?
Witnessing such a situation, how could one not clench their fist in frustration and sigh.
