"Start the battle meeting!" Ye Wudao ordered.
...
The simple war room.
The atmosphere was solemn.
All the generals of Zone 14 had exceedingly grave expressions on their faces.
"Our Zone 14 has severely reduced its numbers in the past six months, from a full strength of five thousand, we are now down to three thousand!" Fang Wu said with a bitter smile.
"General Du on the front line is still holding on with our eight hundred brothers!"
"That is to say, we only have just over two thousand men in our hands!"
"We simply can't fight this battle, we are out-numbered by the enemy by a full tenfold!"
"We probably can't even hold our position!" the generals discussed animatedly.
Fang Wu looked towards Ye Wudao, who was standing with his back to everyone, staring at the map in front of him, not saying a word, his fingers constantly twirling a pen.
"Commander Ye, give us a word, do we hold or retreat?" Fang Wu asked.
