The West Army's headquarters.
A devastating silence permeated the entire office.
Lucas had been sitting in his office for the whole day without even bothering to switch on the lights.
Knock knock'.
His subordinate, Chris, knocked on the door gently before calling out worriedly, “General Ziegler!”
Lucas lifted his head slowly and glanced at the door. “Leave me alone.
Don't disturb me if it's nothing big.”
Chris' voice was low as he said, “We received news from the military hospital.”
Hearing that, Lucas fell silent for a few seconds before saying, “Come in.”
Soon, Chris entered the office and came to a stop before his desk. “General Ziegler, Thomas lost too much blood and was on the brink of death, but the doctor managed to save his life. However, he lost his right arm. I'm afraid he'll have to be a cripple for the rest of his life.”
A flash of anguish appeared in Lucas' eyes. “It's all my responsibility,” he uttered slowly.
Chris knew he was feeling guilty about Thomas' plight and the death of their comrades.
For the past ten years, Chris had never seen Lucas this despondent.
He consoled Lucas, “General Ziegler, winning or losing a battle is a common occurrence. We might've lost today, but we can work harder and win tomorrow.”
Lucas shook his head. “There's no tomorrow. I believe the military has found out about my actions. I can imagine how furious the Chief Military Governor is. My time as the commander-in-chief of the West has come to an end. Even the President's intervention can't change anything.”
Chris blanched. “General Ziegler!” he blurted out.
Lucas gave a dismissive wave. “The military punishes and rewards accordingly. I made a serious blunder and deserve to be dismissed from my position. I hope I can finish up some work before I get dismissed. Did you apply for our comrades' death gratuities? Did the military approve the application?”
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