"Sir... everyone knows what we encountered on this battlefield! We shouldn't be the ones bearing the blame for this defeat!" the staff officer said.
"What happened here no longer matters... To those people in the Galactic Republic Senate, the only thing they care about is the outcome. And the outcome is that we assembled more than four hundred capital ships and nearly a million Clone Army troops to attack the Modell Sector, only to fail to even break through its gateway." Laslo Dorit's face had gone completely expressionless. "Do you think anyone in the Galactic Republic would dare step forward and take responsibility for a failure like this?"
The staff officer was instantly speechless. His mouth opened and closed, and he understood the reason behind it.
That was right. This defeat was too devastating—so devastating that anyone involved would, at the very least, be ruined in reputation. Those senators and great Core Worlds families would flee from it like the plague. How could they possibly come out and accept responsibility?
And so, all responsibility for this defeat would be pinned on every officer and soldier who had directly participated in the battle!
From the Galactic Republic's perspective, they had given them warships and spent enormous sums to build a Hyperspace Stabilizer to send them here. The original plan had been to occupy the Annaj system within three days, then bring the flames of war to Dawn Star Planet within a month. Yet this massive army had suffered losses at Annaj Planet and failed even to achieve its first strategic objective. What a disgrace!
Laslo Dorit stared at the holographic battle map before him. Because of electronic interference and the chaos among the various units, this holographic map had long since lost all meaning.
According to the map, the ground front