Choosing to Conceal

In an instant, the entire command tent fell silent. At the same time, an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere began spreading through the tent, and its source was Russoff.

His hands moved quickly, flipping through report after report and crumpling each one after reading it, until he reached the final result.

"The Second, Third, and Eighth Legions suffered devastating blows. Only a very small number of survivors remained alive. All other officers and soldiers have perished."

At that moment, Russoff could no longer hold on. With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the report crimson.

Inside the command tent, all the senior generals were horrified at the sight. None of them had imagined that the three legions led by Taro would be wiped out to the last man.

"Impossible. This is impossible."

Without even wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Russoff fixed his bloodshot eyes on the director of the Military Affairs Office and said:

"You dare falsify military intelligence! You dare falsify military intelligence!"

The director of the Military Affairs Office did not even know what the report said. Seeing Russoff like this, he had long since wet himself in terror.

When Russoff accused him of falsifying military intelligence, he immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy, explaining that he had not fabricated the report.

But how could Russoff hear his defense now? He grabbed the man's head with one hand, all the while repeating that he had falsified military intelligence. Amid his cries for mercy, Russoff crushed his skull.

The other senior generals all dropped to their knees, urging Russoff to quell his anger.

"Quell my anger? How am I supposed to quell my anger at the likes of you useless fools?"

In fury, Russoff flung the reports into the air. As the sheets