Yin Country's President Mansion, President's Office.
The warm sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains, bringing a sense of tranquility, but the President's mood was like a Siberian cold wave, furious and unresting. He glared at the Minister of Defense with a cold expression, his eyes full of icy killing intent, making the Defense Minister break out in a cold sweat, feeling at a loss. With a bitter expression, he explained, "Your Excellency, the situation is like this. It's all because of Jackson's poor command. He let our men go to their deaths without understanding the situation."
"Can shifting the blame erase responsibility? Can it bring back the sacrificed warriors?" Hearing this, the President roared angrily, "It's true Jackson is the commander of the coalition forces, but those men were ours. Why didn't anyone think clearly about who the opponent was? The devil forced us to compromise. Are such people easy to deal with?"
