Lin Youyong went completely mad. To him, this war was a joke, something that could be easily won.
But now the front lines have reported a loss, which made him look bad.
Failing wasn't a big deal, but losing face was unacceptable.
"COM is full of bastards, they retreated without even informing us." Lin Youyong shouted.
He naturally wouldn't attribute the failure to his poor leadership.
He picked up the phone and called the temporary commander of COM, Darzi.
"You bastards, where are your people? Why did you retreat without saying a word? What the hell do you mean?" Lin Youyong shouted.
Darzi snorted coldly upon hearing this. He was aware of the situation at the front and knew that Lin Youyong wanted to shift the blame onto him.
"Commander Lin, don't shirk your responsibility, okay? Even if I didn't inform you, shouldn't you have known? It's because you were overconfident." Darzi said nonchalantly.
"Are you saying this defeat is my fault?" Lin Youyong said furiously.
