When the news that the frontline position had fallen and the troops began retreating reached Lancaster, not only he, but even Hardlin and that Major General didn't know what to say.
The defending forces on the front line hadn't even held out long enough for the support of the armored company and helicopters, and they ran, utterly defeated.
Lancaster stared at this news and looked at Hardlin, his gaze unwavering.
"My ancestors, under the command of Marshal Pétain, wielding rifles fought with the Germans at Verdun for a trench, engaging dozens of times in three days, sacrificing thousands of people, with at least ten shells falling on every inch of land, and every piece of soil soaked with the blood of Europeans.
And you, and your men couldn't hold out in a trench battle even once? Being defeated, helmets lost, just from one charge from the enemy?!
This is your army!!!"
