Colonel Barry Thomas was pissed off, "Fucking Spaniards."
As expected, not a single good one among them.
But there was nothing he could do, since they had autonomous rights. Even though they were under the central government, they could fight if they wanted or retreat when they didn't want to, and no one could make arrangements for them.
"Colonel, let's pull out first," the Chief of Staff whispered, then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "We can't lose all our soldiers; they are our foundation. Otherwise, when we go back, the title of colonel won't be yours anymore."
"We should retain some strength."
Colonel Barry Thomas narrowed his eyes, a chill running through his heart.
Many in Mexico's military hierarchy were already showing signs of "different loyalties," and it became apparent. In these chaotic times, only with soldiers and followers could one have money. Popovich can be President?
Why can't I challenge it?
