After Clintsy finished speaking, the entire noisy office suddenly became quiet.
Losing the first game is not good news for them.
The British generals present here do not want to accept this hot potato at this time. The British army has almost no combat capability.
The old way of fighting on the European battlefield, General Braddock has confirmed to them, is now outdated.
When their military strength far exceeded that of the French army, their battle was completely defeated.
A complete loss.
General Braddock even issued a statement.
General Braddock's combat prowess is obvious to everyone.
As a former army veteran, such a battlefield defeat was a devastating blow to them.
Clancy's eyes swept over and looked at these dejected generals.
His eyes were a little colder.
"After losing a battle, you are afraid of fighting?" Clancy said coldly.
Everyone was silent.
Clancy sneered: "As British soldiers, you don't want to think about how to fight at this time, but you are shrinking!"
"We in Britain lose again and again because of rubbish like you!"
Clancy roared.
The generals looked very ugly after being scolded. Some generals couldn't bear the accusations and stood up and said directly: "Sir, you can't blame all of us for the failure of this battle."
Clancy yelled at him: "The failure of the battle is not your army's responsibility, but whose responsibility is it?"
"I don't blame you, who should I turn to?"
"We are also fighting under your command. You are also responsible for the failure of this war."
Bang!
The sound of a cup breaking interrupted the argument.
Clancy bumped into the face of the officer who had contradicted him, and his eyes stared murderously at the officer's pale, sweaty face.
"I can ignore the failure of the previous battle, but now I need a general to command the British Army to fight against the damn French."
"Can you do it!"
"ah!"
Clancy's questioning roar made his body tremble three times and his throat surged. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
This was too difficult for him.
"Can it be done?"
"General, answer me!" Clancy said angrily.
The officer looked at Clancy's murderous eyes, and his whole body trembled violently. One sentence stuck in his throat, making him feel a strong sense of suffocation.
"I..." he trembled.
"Can it!"
The officer mustered up all his courage and tried his best to squeeze out an incomplete sentence from his throat.
"No...no, can't."
After saying this, the officer seemed to have lost all his strength, and cold sweat fell like rain from his head.
Clancy smiled disdainfully, snorted, glanced at him contemptuously, and said lightly: "It's because of people with no courage like you that Britain gives the French an advantage."