Chu Chen sat in the tent, flipping through the information in his hand.
Inexplicably, the situation of the Second Legion came to mind.
There were only twelve thousand old soldiers, and seventy to eighty percent of them were wounded.
There were only thirty thousand new recruits, with sixty thousand more to arrive later.
These new recruits were relatively weak and had almost no combat experience. They would essentially not participate in battles in the short term.
Given his available troops and the situation, Bai Lei could not possibly assign him combat tasks anytime soon.
This period would be at least more than three months, possibly even half a year.
Such a long idle period was simply a waste of time for Chu Chen.
He came to the front line primarily for combat, but now it completely contradicted his previous thoughts.
Thinking about it, Chu Chen inexplicably became anxious.
There were only two solutions to the current situation.
