Bait

Chapter 665: Bait

God had not favored the Russians; time was on the enemy's side. By the time the Russian army reported the news to Saint Petersburg, it was already late at night.

The officer responsible for drafting the telegram was an old hand at officialdom. The first part was all about the victory, emphasizing the Kamen garrison's bravery in battle, their fearlessness in the face of sacrifice, and so on. The actual report was placed at the end.

The bureaucrat on night duty had just come down from a reception. Unable to enjoy himself to the fullest, he was already in a foul mood. After hurriedly glancing at the beginning, he assumed it was a telegram requesting commendations and did not read any further.

The great victory at Kamen had already been reported two days earlier, and a celebratory banquet had even been held. The details in the second report were naturally deemed less important, so it was simply put in the queue, with no need for urgent handling.

It was not until the following afternoon, when it was submitted to the department head, Marshal Ivanov, that the contents at the end were discovered.

By then, it was already too late. Before Marshal Ivanov could make a decision, Brest's telegram requesting aid arrived one after another.

The two urgent telegrams collided head-on, and Marshal Ivanov erupted in fury. On the battlefield, time was life itself. If he had received the news last night and reported it immediately, reinforcements would already have set out by now.

"Which bastard was on duty last night? I'll have him shot!"

Hearing this, the aide-de-camp answered in a panic, "It was Georgi."

At that name, Marshal Ivanov's anger rose another notch. "Which idiot arranged for that playboy to be on duty? Didn't he know