The Remnants

The room was so noisy. A giant table was in the huge basement, on the walls of which were numerous maps with all kinds of marks on them. Documents and files were scattered on the floor, leaving barely any room for Ye Qingxuan to stand.

Everyone in the room was so busy and anxious. The cigarette smoke mingled with the unpleasant smell of saliva and sweat. Combined with the hot air from the thermostat matric, the air was stifling.

"Our defense collapsed!" the bald old man beside the table cried, with a copy of a document in his trembling hand. "The defense line fell completely due to the mistake of the commander of our fleet in the West! Avalon was lost!" The old man lost his voice and beat his chest. He suddenly vomited a lot of blood and fell on the wheelchair.

"General Norin! General Norin!" The people around him panicked and shouted, "Medic, medic!" Two old men limply got up and pushed general Norin away.