In a Japanese-style room, Takeshita Kongu lay fast asleep, shirtless and reeking of alcohol, clutching a beautiful geisha. Clearly under immense pressure lately, he had overindulged the previous night, engaging in a deep physical and spiritual exchange with the geisha until the early hours. Suddenly, a phone began to ring, waking him. He released the geisha and fumbled groggily for the bedside phone. "Hello, this is Takeshita Kongu."
"Brigade Commander, we have a crisis. Our vital Yangping Stronghold has been hit by what appears to be an artillery strike from the Nether Assassin. They utilized incendiary shells, setting the entire stronghold ablaze. Out of the whole battalion, only one and a half squads survived..."
Takeshita Kongu had been mired in a drunken stupor, his head spinning and his mind hazy. But as the horrific news reached him, it was as if a sharp bolt of lightning had pierced his body. His eyes flew open, and his intoxication vanished as if doused by a bucket of cold water.
Chapter 211