Lawrence woke up to find a group of subordinates surrounding him, his head splitting from the hangover.
"Hiss~ What are you all doing here? Did something happen?" he asked, clutching his head in confusion.
He looked outside again, and it was already dark.
Everyone exchanged glances but no one spoke.
Finally, James considered his words and said, "Sir, Smith and Allen..."
"Oh, I know, they've already surrendered, right?" Lawrence interrupted him with a sigh.
"No." James shook his head, pursed his lips, and said calmly, "They're dead."
The others lowered their heads in grief and silence.
"Dead?" Lawrence was taken aback, then immediately stood up, eyes wide with anger as he grabbed James by the collar and shouted, "Didn't they go to surrender? How could they be dead? Are you kidding me?"
"Sir! Although it's hard to accept, they're truly dead. Please accept my condolences." Another colonel spoke up at this moment.
