Chapter 785: Desperate support

"Another force."
With a sigh, Eugene took off the lens from his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"What news did you bring."
He looked up at Colonel Ivanov's face, hoping that the man would not appear here.
The one-armed officer looked as if it had just been soaked in the water and then dried. A layer of oil was attached to the face of Farsk with his double chin. His officer uniform seemed to be worn by him and slept many times. , And has not been washed.
However, there is not enough pure water in the entire military camp right now, let alone cleaning and ironing uniforms.
Even as an officer at the command level, he had to wear the same uniform for months.
Generally speaking, as long as a while, most people will not pay attention to the taste.
Just one hour after the end of the combat meeting, Ivanov appeared in his room, carrying a bottle of wine, smiling.
The bottle is one third empty.
Ivanov snorted, sitting in the folding chair opposite Eugene.
"Dude, this is how you relax now?"
Ivanov's eyes slipped across the stack of maps that opened on the folding table beside Yushkin's bed.
Lines of ink of different colors intersect on these maps, and neat hand-written print footnotes fill the gaps next to the areas marked with circles. Yushkin really hopes he can take them away before Ivanov starts reading.
"Is everything okay?"
After a long pause, Ivanov asked.
"I mean, can you stand it?"
The Admiral shrugged.
Actually he was very, very tired.
But he didn't want to sleep, but he also didn't want to talk to Ivanov.
In the past, they served together in Aswan.
They were commanders of the company at that time, young and full of pleasant babbles common in soldiers' lives.
Yushkin felt that it was that history that made Ivanov treat him as a true friend.
The only problem is that he doesn't like this person, never.
"The next time you come to see the chief, remember not to drink, the military police will trouble you."
Eushikin stood up and prepared to stack those maps.
But Ivanov pressed the glass against the map when Yushkin reached out, and some liquid spilled from the edge of the glass and began to spread on the paper.
"I'm serious, big bird, is everything okay?"
Hearing this less elegant nickname again, Eugene took a step back, restraining the urge to almost drop the opponent on the ground.
"You are the only living person who still remembers this nickname."
He reached into a pocket in the coat hanging on the wall, where he found a cigarette, and then turned to light the cigarette.
"Do you want me to recall the wonderful years in Aswan, when the green skins were busy tearing it to pieces?"
He sat on the folding chair and slowly exhaled a thick smoke.
"I just think...you need to relax yourself."
"You did not miss the meeting today."
Eugene smiled bitterly, and then tilted his head back, spitting a ring of smoke toward the ceiling.
"Almost all the supporting troops were ambushed or blocked, and the 23 heavy armored regiment was almost completely annihilated. As of last night, we have lost more than 50,000 people, 50,000 live boys and veterans, and we must still Repeatedly trying to defeat this indispensable
Enemies destroyed. "
He paused and nodded to himself, as if satisfied with what he had just said,
"Even if idiots can see it, Guk uses Mihir Hill as a bait, letting us willingly die...so yeah, everything is fine."
Ivanov sat on Yushkin's bed, and the glass returned to him.
"You know, I haven't understood this kind of strategic thing very well."
He said, taking a big sip.
"Yes."
Eugene nodded,
"But in fact, like you, I have never been to a real military school. I am just a rookie graduating from a non-commissioned officer school. I don't know why fate pushed me to this position."
Ivanov shook his head, picked up the bottle and began pouring himself wine.
A moment later he snorted and lifted the wine bottle towards Eugene, the oily liquid sloshing around the bottle.
Jushkin shook his head.
The one-armed colonel mumbled.
"You actually have ideas."
Ivanov put down the bottle and all the disguised humor disappeared from his face.
"Everyone is worried about you."
"I probably guessed it."
"Look, that's the situation, you should probably say it."
"speak out?"
Eugene raised an eyebrow.
"Let me say what?"
"All these things, regarding your view of this war, you are the highest commander."
Ivanov gestured for beds, tables and chairs, and metal door panels between the exposed stone walls.
"Even those dog legs are the same."
"That's why they were sent."
Yushkin stared at the floor so that Ivanov would not see the anger that was looming in his eyes.
"Guk's plan is actually very simple, or even a commander like me with half a barrel of water knows that if the solution to the dilemma is simple-a large-scale assault that concentrates on it."
He stopped and nodded, his brow furrowed, as if thinking deeply.
"But we don't have any redundant reserves anymore, just to maintain the entire line of defense is already stretched. Gu Ke's seemingly simple plan ~EbookFREE.me~ is actually unsolvable."
Ivanov was shaking his head, and when he sighed, his low emotions were revealed.
"Then... our only option."
Eugene nodded, trying to make his expression sensible, gentle, and calm.
"Let Mihir's defenders stick to the last minute and buy time for the withdrawal of Tyre's people.
His tone was calm, but what he said was enough to stir up waves outside.
"You know, unless there is a huge change, this war is nowhere to be won, and the only thing left is to bleed... by bleeding our blood, let more people live."
"Father, why did it look like this."
"Because we are too weak, it's that simple."
"Then why did you not raise it during the meeting, but instead agreed with the proposal to fill the bottomless hole with militia?"
"Because someone wants to do this."
Juskin threw the cigarette into the glass indifferently.
"Tyro has not yet implemented an evacuation plan. Some people hope that the war will continue, for some kind of slim miracle."
Ivanov stood up, walked to the door, and opened it violently.
"Love what to do. I'm waiting to go to the front line. You promised me... I don't want to run anymore."
After a moment, Eugene was standing, closing the door and sitting in a chair.
Carefully, he wiped the ink on the map stained with spirits.
Again, he stared at the lines, circles and notes.
"Is this what you want."
He said to himself, then picked up the bottle left by Ivanov, twisted the stopper and took a deep breath.
Then he took another sip.
Eugene nodded to himself again.
"Is this what you want."