A town located one kilometre away from the frontline.
A regal middle-aged man, his expression indicating exhaustion while dressed in a military uniform decorated with five golden stars, slowly got off his horse as he twisted his waist to crack his stiff back.
'Phew!'
The man, who was none other than Veera Venkat, the Brigadier General of the army and the commander of the commandos, let out a deep breath and entered the town with measured steps.
Micromanaging so many individual scout squadrons in order to funnel the Europeans into a single point for so long had made his mind feel a little blurry. The constant flow of reports, orders, and adjustments had drained much of his focus and energy.
