Regardless, the shipping costs are high, and the cycle is long, making it almost impossible to withdraw.
With no escape route, only two roads remain: fighting to the end or surrendering.
Resistance without support is destined to be a dead end, and he would rather die than surrender to the Yehu.
Faced with dead ends in every direction, even Rivers, a seasoned official, couldn't help but look ashen.
Just as his brain was about to explode, he noticed Roland's smile out of the corner of his eye and could only wipe the sweat from his forehead and tentatively say:
"Mr. Chairman, the situation has developed beyond my ability and authority. My personal honor is not worth mentioning, but I implore you to make decisions for the safety of the province's 900,000 people and more than 70,000 soldiers."
Roland smiled at Rivers and lightly teased after his third sweep of sweat, "I thought you had the confidence to handle it alone."
