After a night of round-the-clock counterattack, the European-Cuban Alliance Army's entire battlefront is retreating.
The European side is a bit better; relying on air force and strong firepower support from the rear, they can barely hold their ground. But the Cuban side is collapsing completely, like beads falling off a string, with shattered troops everywhere.
They're fleeing towards the rear in panic, living in fear, constantly looking back to make sure those lunatics aren't catching up to kill them.
Sterling is a member of the supply transport team. Not long after the fighting started, he heard front-line soldiers begin their retreat, so he followed suit and escaped to the rear.
Along the way, he encountered many Cuban routed soldiers. Gathering to escape together brought a small sense of security.
Even if someone really catches up, they only need to run faster than the others.
"Brother, which unit are you from?"
