Aldous Wendell was furiously "posting" on the BBS.
Playing "armchair general."
Meanwhile, the 6,000-strong force supported by the Southern Government had penetrated deep into New Leon, with brigade commander Alex Phillips and his team having even night-climbed Abbotsford Mountain, which was merely about 200 meters high.
Watching the struggling "sun" trying to rise, he wanted to say something explosive, but in the end…
Pfft~
A fart erupted from his backside, and a lieutenant colonel standing behind him hadn't even climbed up yet; the blast blew his wig right off, leaving him awkwardly gazing at his colleagues below.
Alex Phillips had no idea his fart had caused such a "scene," looking down from above, he stretched out his hand, spiritedly proclaiming, "The Northern Army is a pushover, give me enough troops, and I'll reclaim New Leon, advance into Durango, and capture Victor alive!"
"The brigade commander is right, well said!"
The sycophants below clapped and shouted excitedly.
