The generals exchanged glances and then looked away. They all knew that a grudge had now been deeply seeded between the two sides. Despite the need for mutual cooperation presently, no one wanted to face such a situation, but no one could mediate either. Leefer's arrogance and coldness were as famous as his unparalleled military genius. Apart from Hastings, or perhaps Fiscella who had been his classmate for many years, no one present had any relationship with him, let alone mediation.
McKinley frowned, lost in thought; Rabinowski sighed, shaking his head continuously; Vice Admiral Machira glared furiously at Leefer's back; Yuris looked at Bernadotte with a complex expression.
Just as the automatic door in front of Leefer opened, revealing the guards and more than twenty Feiyang officers standing like javelins outside. At the information desk, a communications officer shouted loudly: "General McKinley, battle report!"
The operations room erupted in commotion.
