The Siam Capital, Manchester, located in the command center of the Imperial Palace, where the atmosphere was oppressively tense.
King Pupeng's expression was as if he was ready to tear someone apart. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the Chief of General Staff, Narong, who had come to report the situation.
"What did you say? What do you mean the enemy deployed new large-scale mechas, causing the 1st Heavy Armored Division and the 2nd Cavalry Division to suffer heavy casualties and be forced to retreat? Division Commander Dunimo sacrificed himself? What the hell kind of battle is this?"
Pupeng's roar echoed through the command room, the officers sitting there silent as cicadas in winter, heads lowered, not daring to meet the King's furious gaze.
"And what about Bhansong? What is he good for? I entrusted my troops to his command, and this is the report he gives me?"
