Oasis No. 3.
The atmosphere in the frontline command post was heavy.
A group of officers surrounded a strategic map filled with marked lines, silent, their faces unanimously etched with solemnity.
A week ago, under the command of General Griffin and the desperate cover of the first and second Ten Thousand Troops of the Falcon Kingdom, they had successfully retreated to Oasis No. 3 before the Alliance's armor units could cut off their retreat.
Though their reassembled forces held an absolute numerical advantage, the situation before them was still far from optimistic.
General Griffin's face was grave as he stared at the map for a long time before he suddenly spoke.
"How long until reinforcements from west of the Great Desert will arrive?"
Upon hearing General Griffin's voice, the aide-de-camp standing aside hurriedly responded.
"At least forty-five days!"
Forty-five days...