On the battlefield.
A series of explosions erupted.
Most of the shells missed, but two hit their targets, flipping over two motorcyclists and a truck in the process.
One of the motorcyclists was the commander.
"Report!" the commander shouted angrily as he stood up.
"We've come under enemy artillery fire! Three wounded—four, counting you, Commander."
"Keep it brief!"
"Yes, sir! Four wounded, one armored troop carrier, and two 'Doomsday Warhorses' were destroyed."
"Damn it! We're retreating for now, and when they come out of cover, we'll strike them!"
The soldiers on the damaged truck climbed onto their comrades' motorcycles or the intact truck, and the squad quickly began to retreat.
The motorcyclists scattered, but...
This time the artillerymen only aimed at the truck.
The truck attempted to dodge, but it was already damaged.
Its three wheels and some internal components were destroyed by shrapnel, causing it to eventually overturn.
