The Army Minister's Adam's apple bobbed twice as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.
Even when the man opposite him asked, he still said nothing.
Because this decision was too difficult to make!
Seeing the Army Minister's hesitation, the stern-looking gentleman across from him smiled.
When he did not smile, his face seemed like one whole piece.
When he smiled, countless wrinkles appeared across his face, dividing his features into several sections.
He took another sip of tea. The flower tea in the Army Minister's home was not like the kind ordinary people drank by the roadside.
The flower tea ordinary people drank was very fragrant—almost excessively so. To ordinary people, flower tea had to be extremely fragrant.
They preferred to brew a pot of flower tea and fill the entire house with its aroma. Only then could it prove that the flower tea was good.
But in the Army Minister's home, the aroma of the flower tea was very faint. Only after it entered the mouth could one clearly taste its fragrance! That did not stop the stern gentleman from considering it an excellent tea.
He set down his teacup, poured more tea for himself and the Army Minister, and then said, "You know, and I know, that the Federation's main forces are still over there."
"They suffered heavy losses in Horn Strait as well. They simply can't spare any forces to support you."
"Right now, the island's planes can only rely on ground-based air defenses to secure the island itself. They can do nothing about the waters beyond it."
"Even if the remnants remaining in the Amelia Battlefield wanted to return, they wouldn't have the chance."
"This place, just like its geographical position, has already become an isolated island!"