As the Great General injected a thick amount of energy into the sentry's body, a flush suddenly appeared on his face. His entire face turned an unhealthy bright red as he suddenly opened his eyes.
He swallowed another mouthful of blood and looked anxiously at the general to report, "General, it's bad. All the warriors and generals of the Second Division have been wiped out. No one survived."
"What?"
"Lying about military intelligence is a felony! How dare you spout nonsense?"
He was just a small sentry. When had he ever been surrounded by so many generals in his life? Everyone looked at him nervously. They wanted to find a trace, even if it was just a trace of lying, from the changes in the soldier's expression. They wanted him to tell them that all of this was fake and that the Second Division was still alive, but their news had never been returned.