It was just entering the afternoon.
The warm sunlight streamed through the window into the canvas tent. Kluck sat silently on the campaign chair, staring at the coffee in his hand. It clearly emitted an enticing aroma, but to Kluck, it looked like a cup of coagulated, blackened blood, filled with death and pain.
"According to the statistical data from each unit, our army has suffered over sixty thousand casualties!" The staff officer reported the latest intelligence while marking the map:
"The 2nd and 3rd Corps are on our left wing, the 4th Corps is on our right wing, and the position of the 9th Corps is unknown. They should be scattered behind our forces and haven't been organized yet..."
Kluck, who had been as still as a statue, suddenly raised his head, his voice not loud but unusually cold: "Remove Major General Dimke, and Major General Baldwin will take over. Order him to organize the 9th Corps before nightfall!"
