When Marshal Balov arrived, he was covered in dust. The car he was in had been attacked by an armed helicopter, and all the vehicles guarding him had been lost.
About dozens of Guards had died in battle, and the Guard Captain was wounded, with bandages wrapped around his head. A bullet from a heavy machine gun pierced through the roof of his car, almost hitting Marshal Balov's thigh.
Facing Binghan the First, he stood at attention and saluted, maintaining the etiquette of a Nobility officer: "Your Majesty! You shouldn't be here."
"Is the situation serious?" Binghan the First looked at Marshal Balov and then at Larb, realizing the gravity of the situation, somewhat reluctantly asked.
"Your Majesty... the 11th and 12th Corps couldn't break through successfully; they have been trapped by the Tang Army and have no hope left."
"This situation is indeed not very good... So, how many days can they hold out in the encirclement?" Binghan the First asked.
