"How long until dawn?"
"Eight hours remaining."
"Only eight hours left..."
After advancing two more buildings forward, Ryan's partner asked him the current time.
Both remained silent for a moment. The command vehicle required them to bring back all the wounded soldiers left behind before seven o'clock.
Because once daylight breaks, they were likely to face artillery attacks again.
The Ministry of Defense had already informed them that the Federation's artillery was being loaded and would arrive at the front most likely within a week, but how the hell do we hold out for a week?
With flesh and blood?
The enemy has artillery, while they were not prepared at all.
So, by the latest seven-thirty, the entire line would tighten and retreat, withdrawing from the main battlefield in the city.
The idea from the command vehicle was to move the main battlefield from the city, which obviously gave the enemy greater advantage, to the suburbs.
