Looking at the dazed expressions of the crew, Goring felt some sympathy. He reached out and patted Bob on the shoulder, saying, "Locomotive Captain, I know you didn't want this outcome, but reality is like this. Anyway, thank you and your men. Next, I'll have someone arrange a place for you to stay, and then we'll talk about other things."
"Captain, we…" Bob wanted to say something more, but he was interrupted after just starting to speak.
A soldier rushed in from outside the tent, his clothes covered in blood, reeking of gore, pantingly reporting, "Ca… Captain, the two salient groups to the south have been hit by continuous assaults and can't hold on any longer. They've withdrawn. Over thirty percent casualties, currently regrouping at Camp One. Do you want to take a look?"
"Alright, understood." Goring listened without wasting words and stepped outside.
Bob watched Goring's back, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say what he wanted to say next.
