Wang Zhong stared at General Tukhachev.
At first, Tukhachev seemed like a rabbit under the gaze of an eagle, but he probably had a sudden realization that if he was going to die either way, he might as well put on a fearless front.
He stood tall and faced Wang Zhong, "I always thought that I was the person in the Ante Army who understood modern warfare the most. I was the one who demanded the formation of armored troops, I was the one who demanded expansion of the army..."
Wang Zhong, "You still have the nerve to mention expanding the army? Do those watered-down Armored Divisions you came up with serve any purpose other than being target practice for the ace tank operators of the Prussians?
"Your understanding of modern warfare is merely superficial! You haven't even grasped the key aspects of modern warfare! No, you are utterly clueless!"
Just as Tukhachev's face was showing resignation, anger surged within him the moment Wang Zhong said he had no clue about modern warfare.
