September 12, Plowson Melania Occupying Forces Headquarters.
General Hawke let out a long sigh when he heard the telephone ring.
"I've been dodging for so long, and what was bound to happen has finally come." He picked up the receiver of the red phone on the table, "This is Hawke."
"Is your situation so bad that you can only answer the phone now?" questioned the Plathen Emperor.
"Yes, our situation is extremely chaotic; we only organized a counterattack yesterday." General Hawke tried to make his voice sound candid.
Emperor: "You guys are all up to no good! The several admirals and marshals in Kebao all say they can't abandon their troops and just refuse to return! Everyone knows Rocossov will not attack Kebao. He didn't attack when he took the Melania Capital, and he certainly won't attack now!"
General Hawke: "We believe Rocossov is unlikely to launch a large-scale offensive in the next few months either."
