Chapter 170: The Regimental Commander Blew a Gasket-Now He's Pinning It on Me?

Near Javerton. In an abandoned glove factory, the yard was packed with heavy transport trucks and military jeeps. The cavernous workshops were filled with military supplies, crates of fuel drums, and ammo boxes. An hour earlier, the Blue Army's Logistics Brigade had set up camp here. At the command post, Brigade Commander Dalton Zorn stood before the map, giving orders in a cold, clipped voice. "Have the First, Third, and Fifth Battalions set up fixed guard posts around the perimeter. The Fourth...