"Do you think our soldiers are machines!?" the Northern General shouted out, his voice shaking the walls of the room.
He stepped forward while his eyes burned with fury. "What happens if we fight back and still lose? Will you personally comfort the families of every soldier who dies? Will you raise their children and bury their bodies?"
He pointed a trembling finger at the officer while breathing heavily. "It was because of that damn old man! the governor you now dishonor is the reason you're still alive! That you're standing here, spewing reckless madness without thinking about the cost!"
Despite his bloodied face and clearly broken nose, the officer pushed himself off the ground. He wiped the blood with his sleeve and stared back with blazing eyes, mad and defiant.
"So what if we lose!?" he shouted back. "Isn't it better to die fighting than live as slaves under that witch's rule!? If our soldiers fall, then their families must rise up! They must fight too!"
