Sorry, only one chapter today as I am quite busy!
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Antwerp's morning was adorned in silver, snowflakes drifting gently from the grayish sky, falling softly on the rooftops of the ancient city, the long streets, and into the groves.
This city was a fortress, known to the Belgians as the "National Fortress," and it was the last refuge for the small nation.
To resist potential enemy assaults for a prolonged period, the fortress designers had built an extensive underground facility on the eastern side of the city to withstand possible artillery fire.
At this moment, Admiral Avis was using it as a warehouse.
Admiral Avis stood in the snowy field, watching the flow of vehicles on the road; they were like ants moving house, transporting the materials from the port into the underground facility.
At this stage, the most valuable asset was supplies; they meant everything.
