When Ye Qiu killed Rose, he was about a kilometer away from the checkpoints, in a villa.
Carillo was enjoying a fine meal; despite the war raging outside, it didn't affect his indulgence at all.
At that moment, a black soldier rushed in, his face pale, even forgetting the rule that Carillo shouldn't be disturbed while dining: "Junior General, something terrible has happened..."
"Hmm?" Carillo frowned at the soldier. If the matter wasn't as significant as imagined, the soldier might not see tomorrow's sun.
"Junior General, according to reliable sources, General Rose has died in battle, and all eight checkpoints have been breached. Those three Chinese devils are heading our way..."
The soldier, battered and almost crying out of fear, said.
What, the Iron-blooded Fierce General, Rose is dead!
The glass in Carillo's hand fell to the ground with a bang, soaking his leather shoes in red wine, and he didn't even notice.
"Is the news reliable?"
