Havana Command
Lancaster, seated in front of the holographic map, was in a good mood, the gloom of many days dissipated with the arrival of reinforcements.
He even had the leisure to ask the maid to pour him a steaming cup of tea, sipping while observing the battle situation.
Yet the more he looked at this holographic map, the more he found it astounding.
Questions lingered in his mind
Why?
Why could these people fight to the death, charge through endless shellfire, with high spirits, achieving one hundred percent battle damage, truly fighting to the last man?
Why, despite being at a disadvantage in numbers and equipment, could these people always use guerilla tactics to disrupt his troop deployments, force the garrison to move, and once moving, they would seize the flaw, gather superior forces to wipe out more with less?
