After a long pause, he sighed deeply.
The third brother, Chepe San Cruz and the fourth, Herrera, were instantly panicked.
Brother, don't sigh! You're our backbone!
"There's no way out..."
These five short words were full of indescribable bitterness and unwillingness.
"Boss, don't be so pessimistic..."
"I'm not pessimistic..." Gilbert spoke up, then glanced at several military advisors, forcing a smile and speaking in English, "Mr. Orleans, why don't you all go take a rest? We need to discuss some matters."
"No problem."
The group of white men nodded and left. Despite not understanding Spanish, their expressions looked very grim, as if tomorrow everything was going to collapse.
"I'm desperate!"
Gilbert shook his head and sighed, "Medellin is hopeless, and the Allies have begun to assemble troops in the Bogota capital circle. Without air superiority, we won't be able to last long..."
What's the name of the largest organization structure in the world?
Nation!
