The drunken Captain Sear seemed to have heard that someone wanted to bring him to fight in a war. The young chap who thought so highly of himself raised the wine bottle. "Triangular array advance, left wing, provide cover, right wing, outflank…Guards…advance!"
"Take him to rest!" as soon as Marshal Robin stretched out a hand towards the doorway, an officer in the room immediately carried away the young lad who was shooting his mouth off.
The officer placed Count Hanning onto a sofa. The old man's limbs were made heavy and flaccid by the alcohol, but his eyes were still focused.
"Alright Moranzo, stop putting on an act and let's talk!" Marshal Robin said as he turned toward the perplexed officers. "Let me formally introduce to everyone, Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning – Chairperson of the western war zone Military Intelligence Battlefield Survey and Control Committee."
