He scratched his head in frustration and said:

"Only after the situation on the Eastern Front stabilizes can we ask the head of state for instructions, hoping that more security forces can be added."

The adjutant reminded with some concern:

"I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on until then. Intelligence shows that the size of the guerrillas has exceeded 100,000."

Frank waved his hands very irritably:

"It's just a ragtag group of people. As long as they don't get together, they can't pose a threat."

The adjutant opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Whether the front line or the rear is more important, no one can give a clear answer.

On the surface, the city of Warsaw is still calm and everything is business as usual.

But some people have already felt that there are countless undercurrents slowly surging under this ordinary scene.

They seemed to be sitting on a volcano that was about to erupt. If they did not escape in time or take remedial measures, the fiery magma would swallow everything.

What makes people very speechless and helpless is:
Chapter completed!