"Ahh, these Bharathiyas are like locusts. How are they everywhere?" General Pieter van Dijk of the Netherlands cursed through gritted teeth, clutching his helmet for dear life as he continued to retreat with his remaining men.
"Send a messenger on a fast horse to inform that Fort Mercator (Sacramento) has fallen," he roared as he got on a horse on his own and rushed towards the exit, leaving dust and a crumbling fortress behind.
He knew the Bharatiya Empire would eventually attack Fort Mercator. After all, San Francisco Bay had already fallen, and Fort Mercator was not far from it, so he had been preparing for the inevitable battle.
He had laid numerous traps along the routes leading to the port, prepared multiple ambush points, and stockpiled large amounts of supplies to resist the Bharatiyas for as long as possible.
But…
As he rode farther and farther away on horseback, thinking back on what had happened, his face twisted with rage and fury.
