Georg turned his head toward Raphael, several hundred meters away. He could no longer contain his inner rage, and practically pointing at Raphael's nose, he erupted.
"I don't want to talk to anyone! My soldiers need weapons and ammunition, and the wounded here need medicine and treatment!
What did the Military Affairs Department tell us when we arrived? That we would only need to hold our position for half an hour at most!
For the Divine Emperor's sake! Priest—! Open your eyes and look! My soldiers are bleeding! The Emperor's brave soldiers are dying! But where is the support from the Military Affairs Department?! Where are our logistics?!
In the midst of war, a single voice is so small.
Though Georg argued his case until he was red in the face, his powerful voice was still swallowed by the immense noise of cannon fire and carnage.
He wasn't wrong.
