After all, he was once just a priest, how could he know anything about war?
Arranging troops, directing in the heat of battle, he knows none of it, he even doesn't dare to claim the advantage is with us, ugh, totally useless.
"Mr. Gustavo, what do you think?" Just as he was lost in thought, a robust voice interrupted his thoughts.
He shuddered, raised his head, his eyes slightly vacant as he looked at the Caucasian man opposite him and nodded frantically, "Okay, I trust you, General Olson."
Jeffrey Olson was also somewhat helpless.
He belonged to the U.S. Military staff, with the rank of Brigadier General. The U.S. Military wanted to support the Anti-Victor Alliance, and of course, they had to send some advisors. He was one of them, a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute and had participated in many overseas operations, including the raid in Panama.
Rich in experience!