The urgent sound of the bugle was so vivid, it stirred everyone's nerves.
During exercises, they had gone through countless repetitions — getting up, dressing, grabbing equipment, assembling. The routine was unchanged, almost to the letter. However, this time, the bugle sound ignited an unprecedented tense atmosphere within the campsite.
They received news that two groups were heading their way.
One was a mercenary team led by Bailey Maynard, the other was a group composed of several revolutionary factions.
Tanks, armored vehicles, howitzers, missiles…
Flossie Wright stood among the troops, listening as Glenn Hutchinson named one heavy weapon after another. Her previously indifferent and calm demeanor had unknowingly grown much more serious.
With Bailey's addition, their weaponry was significantly enhanced, and the assault on them came at a great cost.
