"What... exactly is going on?"
There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, every word revealing the panic and unease in his heart.
"Please allow me to apologize for letting you witness such chaos. But rest assured, these are merely overconfident challengers. Believe me, I have the ability to swiftly resolve all of this..."
While soothing the Australian partner with a steady, forceful voice, General Diego issued orders to the adjutant beside him, instructing him to immediately investigate the attack and begin organizing defensive and counteroffensive measures.
Upon hearing this, the adjutant promptly gave a crisp military salute, then turned and hurried away.
General Diego, meanwhile, continued to maintain his composure and confidence, chatting and laughing with the distinguished guest from Australia as if the turmoil outside were truly nothing worth mentioning.
This calm demeanor naturally gave the bureaucrat from the Australian Continent tremendous confidence and comfort.
He began to believe that, since General Diego could remain so unruffled, the situation must still be under control.
However, second by second, the adjutant still did not return.
This situation sent ripples through General Diego's heart, and surprise and unease quietly began to grow.
But he quickly adjusted his emotions. Though there were subtle, nearly imperceptible changes in his expression, he still maintained a calm exterior.
Habitually stroking the thick beard on his chin, he looked past the camp's commotion toward the distant night sky, glowing red from the fires.
Behind that deep gaze, his thoughts raced like lightning as he continuously analyzed every possible scenario and response.
Yet although a storm raged within him, General Diego's outward appearance remained admirably calm and composed.
He knew full well that, as a leader, every slight change in his expression could affect his allies' confidence and his subordinates' morale.
Thus, he chose to