Summoning the Cold Rivalry

Chapter 64: Last Straw

Location: Eastern army command, Arjin, Occupied Leifor
9th August, 1633, 10:00 AM

Throughout the eastern HQ, a facility with Japanese aesthetic added to it. In the high command office is a man, he have an average build, black hair and dark eyes, he look no different from Japanese man. Sitting on a chair, he grab onto the paper on his desk, carefully reading the content inside it. He close his eyes and lean against his chair, dropping the paper down as he does.

"Destruction of an entire combat division..." He mumbled.

He open his eyes and clasps his hands together, trying his best to think a way out of this crisis. Mu keep gaining ground on them. The army's momentum has been lost due to the retreat orders, he could not wish for a worse situation than this. He turn his chair to face the window, looking at the scenery outside. City of Arjin is still in shamble, though the effort was put into rebuilding it.

Then, there is a knock on a door of his office. He slowly open his mouth and let out a words.

"Come in"

A young man with the same khaki uniform open the door in, looking a little bit nervous.

"You can speak" He permits the young man to freely report.

"Thank you General. The central world is currently building a massive military force in response to the naval landing at Cartalpas, we don't have any more information but... The high command seem to be really concerned about it"

"I see. But what about the current situation?" He turned his chair around, crossing his arms.

The young man sweat a bit, he straighten his back before forcing his mouth to speak.

"...Muish force is rapidly advancing, with more and more support from both Soviet Union and Warsaw pact. The high command has allowed the usage of Holler bomb!" The young man closed his eyes, expecting the worst words to come from the General.

He take a look at the General's face, he is surprisingly unresponsive. His expression is hard to tell due to his position, it naturally hard to tell when having to stand straight and couldn't move an inch of finger.

"Then I'll do it" He said coldly.

"Sir...?" His heart has beating slower upon hearing the answer.

"Tell the 12th Bomber wing to be equip with Holler bomb"

Without further hesitation, the young man bows down and leave the room. He take off his glasses, and slowly place on the desk. Then, a rush of emotion goes right through him, he slam his tight fist on the desk with the greatest strength he could mustered. Without shouting a single word, he fold the report paper and throw it into the trashcan.

He push the palm of his hand against his face. The coldness of the air conditioner run pass his body, cooling his anger down in the process. The realization hit him, no matter how many men, how many bombs or how many guns they have, they couldn't win this war.

He think foward into the future, the male population of the empire is being recruit into the military an thrown into this meat grinders. More or less, every man in the empire will perished, leaving only the women, elders and children to protect their own home.

"I'm going to kill them all..." He mumbled.

Location: New Otaheit, Republic of Mu
9th August, 1633, 10:00 AM

"Look sir, we're nearing the port" A man holding a camera called out to his boss.

"Great! Igor, can we walk up here? This is a nice view" He stretch his arms out as he walk toward the deck.