October 27, 1990!
The Juarez War had been raging for over 40 hours.
It was like a gigantic meat grinder, processing everyone within, amalgamating them before dragging them out like waste.
Both sides had committed nearly a hundred thousand troops, and due to the peculiar structure, the Northern Army could only slowly dismantle buildings!
After more than 40 hours, they still hadn't pushed into the city center!
When the battle report landed on Victor's desk, he winced at the casualty figures.
"Nearly half a regiment killed? Over 2000 injured? What the hell is Siegmut List, the commander of the Marine First Division, thinking? Does he have a chamber pot for a brain?!"
He grumbled discontentedly, thinking, "We only have six regiments in total, and you almost wiped out one."
"Someone!"
"Get him removed!"
