Inside the headquarters of the North China Area Army, a pale lightbulb cast a cold glow over the conference table. Yasuji Okamura stood with his back to the door, his hands pressed against a map-covered table, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"Baka!"
He suddenly roared, grabbing a teacup from the table and hurling it against the wall. Porcelain shards scattered everywhere, and tea seeped into the military map, leaving a brown stain.
Chapter 150