Haralick looked at the pale-faced subordinate and snatched the phone receiver with one hand: "Hello? Hello!"
When he heard the busy tone inside, he angrily slammed the receiver back onto the phone: "Disconnected! The odds are against us on Hill No. 2..."
After speaking, he glared at the subordinate officer who was about to wet his pants and coldly questioned, "You! You guaranteed that your position could be held for ten days! You pledged with your head!"
"Sir... General! General! The Tang Army has gone mad! They've bombarded my position with all their artillery shells! General! Give me one more chance! Just one more chance! I'll rally the troops for a counterattack! I'll retake Hill No. 2 right away!" The Division Commander slid from his chair to kneel in front of Haralick, sobbing and reaching out to grab Haralick's army boot.
"Too late!" Haralick kicked the subordinate away, drew his sidearm from his waist, loaded a bullet, and shot the man's head apart.
