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“Take them back to the FOB,” She said to the Banite soldiers, “Get them some food and water, and let the intel boys have a go at them. They might know something useful.”
“Yes ma’am!” One of the young Banite soldiers, a boy no older than nineteen with a fresh buzz cut and a smattering of acne on his cheeks, said with a salute.
“And get this trench mapped and reported,” She added, “The next squad that comes through here will need to know what they’re walking into.”
She turned away from the prisoners and the trench, her attention now on the village of Novobantovka, which was now visible in the distance, it’s half-destroyed buildings silhouetted against the grey, snow-filled sky. The village sat in a small valley, nestled between two snow-covered hills, a strategic location that both the Anurans and the Banites had fought over for the past year. The village had changed hands multiple times, each battle leaving it more and more scarred and broken.
“Let’s go,” She said to her squad, her wings humming with power as she rose into the air, “We’ve got a village to secure.”
>End of Chapter 1
