There were still some things Lin Qi had not said in response to Mr. Truman's question. They were not convenient to say.
It was enough for both sides to understand those things. Saying them aloud would only ruin the meaning—for example, the issue of the battles to come.
The Department of Defense had also learned what happened today, and was just as shocked. The afterglow of their delight at swiftly crushing two gangs without suffering any casualties had not yet faded.
Reality had punched them right in the eye, leaving them seeing stars.
Six or seven hundred casualties in one go, with more than two hundred dead. That death toll had already surpassed the Federation's total number of deaths in World War I--
The Federation had suffered one death: a coast guard officer had fallen into the sea while on duty and been shredded by a propeller. The Navy had posthumously awarded him a Navy Medal of Valor.
Those who knew about the matter would not talk about it recklessly, and those who did not know naturally had nothing to say.
What the Department of Defense found even harder to accept was that the commander this time had been selected by Strategic Command. He had always performed exceptionally well there, and many people believed that once war broke out, he would become a major general.
His usual performance had indeed been outstanding, but this time he had made a colossal mistake right from the start.
The ordinary soldiers had also suffered casualties far too quickly. They had been completely stunned by the enemy's sudden attack, to the point that they did not even know how to organize a swift counterattack.
These were the unruly elite troops from the various military districts and units. None of them submitted to anyone, and