Let's go!

"Yes, Major, he said: 'Wait in the warmth of your fortress, it'll soon be your turn'."

Tension immediately mounted in the command room.

A heavy silence had settled in, broken only by the hum of machines and the frightened murmurs of a few soldiers.

Maxime, standing back near the entrance, observed the scene.

He could almost feel the collective fear crawling under the apparent discipline of the soldiers present.

But the silence didn't last long, being broken by the Major, who remained calm throughout.

"Lieutenant Brenson, any estimate of reinforcements? Can the 8ᵉ regiment reach their position before the Dravaks break through our lines?"

Brenson, a man with a face scarred by years of war, quickly replied:

"If all goes to plan, they should arrive in less than fifteen minutes, but..."

He hesitated for a moment, as his news was negative and they really didn't want to go wrong by talking.