"Chief of the General Staff!"

"Give it up!!!"

This is an order sent from the Berlin Command. It should have been departed two days ago. The text in the letter was not long, but the content was enough to make Prince Carl collapse [3]: "This...it's too strange and incredible. How could this happen??"

"What's wrong? What did the Chief of Staff say?"

"You can see it for yourself."

Carl gave the letter to the Chief of Staff and sat in his chair, feeling powerless from his forehead to his feet, and he wasn't even willing to look up at the strategic map.

Because even if you look at it again, it will be useless.

"Prince, if these are true, we should withdraw our troops now if we count from time to time!"

"Yes, the situation is not good for us, and it doesn't make any sense to continue to waste with the Sixth Army."

"No wonder the Sixth Army fought so fiercely. It turned out that they had received the news!"

Carl kneaded his eyebrows with his hands: "Let me think about it..."

"Our First Army has fought for so long, and the losses are heavy, and it really needs rest." The Chief of Staff stepped forward and continued to suggest, "Besides, this is what the Chief of Staff means!"
Chapter completed!