As the majestic expeditionary command ship "London" took to the skies once more, the expeditionary force, having recuperated for half a month, assembled their troops again and grandly crossed the Texas border.
The iron giant crushed the hills, and the army soldiers in yellow-brown uniforms held the Union Jack high, advancing like a tide.
Inside "London."
Admiral George frowned and said: "A reconnaissance team from Saint George's Knight Order has been annihilated. Among the enemies, it is said there are Holy Knights sent by the French. The Rangers of Texas, swift as the wind, have already grasped our movements. I'm worried they'll set ambushes against our vanguard."
Marshal Julian scoffed: "Admiral, those Texas cowboys are just a rabble. Even if they know our movements, do they dare to leave their turtle shells and engage us in a field battle?"
"You have to understand the sky's dominance belongs to us now. It's impossible for them to do anything under our noses."
