"But if I have to choose, I lean toward the latter."
Beichuan Tian took a deep breath. He didn't cut a very respectable figure at the moment—his face was haggard, dark circles ringed his eyes, and his hair was a mess.
The events of the past few days had placed him under immense pressure; the string of bad news had nearly broken his spirit.
"Elaborate."
At Beichuan Tian's words, the many high-ranking Japanese officials in attendance began to whisper among themselves.
What happened tonight had truly made them feel terror.
Over thirty thousand soldiers was nearly the limit of what Tokyo could mobilize. Yet even so, Mr. Tengsen and the rest of the high command had been wiped out in one fell swoop.
The firearms they valued so highly were like useless fire pokers before that man.
