''Sir, General!'' A brown-coated soldier entered a green-colored tent. Inside, he saw four, grumpy, and old soldiers, gathered around a strategy table. They were deciding the next course of attack.
''What is it?''
''Our soldiers can't advance!''
''They have an overwhelming advantage!'' The General screamed, and smashed his fist into the table, ''I sent a big portion of our division there! If even they can't break through their defense, then why the fuck are we even here!''
The soldier gulped, and mentioned, ''We heard from an eyewitness that they had White Death in their side. He is currently killing all of our snipers. Our men are too afraid to move!''
The other high-ranked officers turned silent. They turned to the General, and saw his beef-red face.
''Do you have any idea of his general location!''
''W-Well, somewhere in the northeast forest of Kollaa!''