‘T-1 go to 4-6 position for medical extraction, over.’ A calm voice came from the radio.

‘Alright command, T-1 going to 4-6, over.’ The soldier beside the driver spoke while holding a tablet with the rough draft of the dungeon map.

‘Understood, command over and out.’ The radio became silent.

The soldier with the tablet gave two knocks on the small hatch between him and the driver a moment after it opened, revealing a Shafran male with a deep voice sounding like he had just woken up.

‘It’s time for the switch?’ The Shafran soldier rubbed his eyes.

‘Yes, I don’t know how you guys can sleep in a time like this.’ The copilot shook his head.

‘If we are going to die, better to relax before that.’ He laughed.

‘Alright, Now Let’s go.’ The co-pilot pointed forward.

The Shafran soldier closed the hatched and patted everyone on their heads so that they would wake up. The hatch on the ceiling opened, and another soldier looked around inside.

‘Medical extraction?’ His voice was lingering with curiosity.

‘Yeah, keep your eyes open and read to provide support as we put the wounded inside and reinforce.’ The Shafran soldier rubbed his eyes again.

‘Alright.’ The soldier up top closed the hatch.

As the truck moved, everyone positioned themselves and opened the back, looking outside the city inside of the dungeon. The driver turned on streets wide and narrow with dexterity until, in one turn, a magic projectile passed right to the left of the driver as now they were facing an open battle on this street.

‘I’m going to put more power on the shields and move towards our guys right there.’ The co-pilot pointed to the right.

Orfar, the platoon leader of the fourth, saw the truck turning into the street and waved at them as it approached and the gunner on top of it opened fire against the creatures advancing through the golems' bodies.

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A line was formed using two buildings on the left and right to put the ones that couldn’t fight anymore; only two squads were in charge of this street while the rest of the platoon was trying to push from another side and pull a flank. The truck stopped right to the side of a rock some soldiers were using as cover while they protected a door that led to the wounded on their side. Jumping right after was the Shafran soldier who walked toward those outside of the door.

‘How many do you need, Lieutenant?’ The Shafran shouted.

‘Nine, five here and 4 on the other side of the street.’ Orfar spoke‌.

‘Alright.’ He nodded.

The Shafran soldier signaled to the co-pilot with his hand that five were needed here and four on the other side of the street as one fireball was shocked against the shield in the vehicle's front. He opened the hatch between him and the driver.

‘Five of you here and four on the other side. Now! Go!!!’ The copilot yelled.

They looked at one another and five got up but before the first one jumped, two soldiers were carrying a wounded Chatzi with his leg dripping blood. As they jumped and the one's wounded got in the truck, the Shafran soldier jumped on the back of the truck as the vehicle started to drift to the side toward the other side of the street.

The same happened there, but it only happened the way it did because of the gunner raining magic shots on the creatures advancing from all sides; that was their job. Switching wounded with new troops, the driver, for a second, thought of how many times some of these soldiers would get healed and return to the frontline.

As the last soldier got out of the truck and the final wounded got in, immediately the truck started to back down from the fight as the gunner continued to blast the creatures. Using that as an opportunity, the two squads started to advance and take more ground.

The only one still left inside as they turned around the corner of the street was the Shafran soldier; he wasn’t special or anything as everyone inside of that truck would have done the same; he just got lucky they didn’t need 10 soldiers. The co-pilot opens the small hatch and looks inside for a moment; he couldn’t see how things were real or if there was someone dead among the ones on the back.

‘Is there anyone dead?’ He looked around.

‘No, but they are in awful shape, no missing limbs, that is good.’ The soldier spoke while helping one Chatzi soldier lay down on the floor.

‘Command, this is T-1, over.’ The copilot spoke with the radio in his hand.

‘T-1, how are the wounded, and how many you dropped? Over.’ The younger male voice came from the radio.

‘Nine in, no dead. Nine drop off, returning to base now, over.’ The co-pilot looked outside, seeing the city pass fast.

‘Understood. Prepare for a supply run as soon you return, command out.’ The voice halted.

‘I hope we can pass this one with no deaths.’ The driver spoke.

‘Impossible!!’ An A-Dam soldier leaning against the back of the truck spoke.

‘Why is that soldier?’ The co-pilot was intrigued.

‘Those things are relentless. You kill one. Another turns the street, we can advance but look at the cost.’ The A-Dam soldier put his hand on his left shoulder that had and looked at his arm full of burn marks.

Those words sink hard on everyone, not just the co-pilot, because they knew that once they recovered, they would get back to the frontline with no time to rest. Maybe this time was just luck that they didn’t die from the injuries they had; some of them who were unconscious were in really bad shape with blood dripping from their bodies.

They finally arrived at the command building; the second truck wasn’t there; instead, a group of soldiers with white helmets were there and as soon as they stopped, they started to unload the wounded from the truck and transport them inside the building as fast and with as much care as possible.

The Shafran soldier just sat with his legs hanging from the back of the truck while everyone entered and looked at the ones being carried inside. Coming up from the right side of the vehicle, the co-pilot stood there looking too at the scene of the soldiers being carried inside but glanced at the Shafran soldier.

‘Well, let’s put the ammo, grenades, and cannon rounds inside of the truck; we have to replenish the frontline when the time comes.’ The copilot smiled.

‘Yeah, let’s go.’ He jumped out of the truck.