Chapter 665

"General, what should we do now?" Everyone instinctively looked toward William, even though Leclerc was also a commander of the Allied Fleet. However, the latter's performance had been so pathetic that even the Gallic officers sneered at him. Many felt it was a disgrace to have such a superior; relying on him was less useful than relying on a dog. Now, only General William could lead them out of this predicament. Although the enemy had retreated for some unknown reason, it did not mean they were safe. If the enemy had only pulled back because they were low on ammunition or fuel, they would certainly return. They were only a few hundred kilometers from Berbera, and with the supersonic capability of modern fighter jets, that was a flight time of barely ten minutes. If the enemy wanted to, they were likely on their way back already. Time was running out.