The candlelight hanging above the tent swayed with the roar of cannon fire, making the canvas interior alternately bright and dim.
455 sounded half-dead. "You can't take this patch of land or this one. Stop thinking about taking them. You can't do it. Even if the Regular Army is weakened now, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. You can't just beat them because you want to."
Xie De swapped out the map on the table for another. "Fine, let's set that aside for now. Analyze this. Supplies have to move before the troops do. If we established a supply route here, could we solve the logistics problem in the eastern district?"
455 grumbled as it analyzed the data.
"You're thinking about so much. Didn't you used to complain that Bearded Man thought too much? Now you're just as ambitious as he was. How are you supposed to handle all this?"
"Instead of talking so much, save your processing power for a proper analysis."
"(๑⁼д⁼๑), Xie the slave driver."
Xie De glanced through the information 455 provided, leaned back, braced his hands on the chair, and yawned.
He reached for the cigarettes on the table. "455, seriously, if we keep going like this, we're going to change history."
455 was still analyzing and seemed at a loss for words. "Smoke less! Don't get carried away."
As they spoke, the kerosene lamp overhead swayed. A silhouette appeared outside the tent, and Emma's voice came through. "Leader, it's me."
Xie De put the cigarette back. "Come in."
Being called Leader had actually come as a surprise to Xie De. He had originally only wanted a promotion to General or something, to make it easier to control the military forces Bearded Man had left behind.
But it did make sense. Bearded