"Screech—!"
A sudden and abrupt brake jolted into existence, sending the unprepared Major General Borg's body lurching forward, his head colliding with the edge of the bed.
The sharp pain made him sit up abruptly, rubbing his aching forehead, he shouted angrily, "What's going on?!"
"Enemy attack! General!" shouted a staff officer wearing headphones, his voice shrill and trembling due to panic.
"Calm down, it's not a big deal." Though irritated, as the highest commander of the Richmond Guard Team, Major General Borg didn't waste words.
Specific battlefield tactical command wasn't within the general's duty scope; the battle group has a complete command chain and procedures for unexpected situations.
As a general, he could just sit and wait; sporadic attacks wouldn't greatly affect the convoy—yet reality differed from what he thought.
