"Brigade commander, brigade commander..."
He groggily opened his eyes, only to see four or five staff officers standing in front of him, their faces covered in cold sweat and anxiety.
"What's the matter? Don't you know you can tell me tomorrow?" he said impatiently, wanting to go back to sleep.
"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Group were attacked by artillery!"
Alex Phillips didn't hear them, and just then, a sudden loud explosion startled him, forcing his eyes wide open as the alcohol evaporated instantly.
"What?!"
"The 157th Regiment and the Artillery Group were attacked by artillery, suffering heavy losses!" said a staff officer with a mournful face.
He hurried out of bed, forgetting to put on his shoes, and ran outside where chaos had already erupted, filled with frantic voices, while in the distance, he could see fires burning up the sky!
A gust of wind made him shiver; his head felt heavy and his feet light.
"Where are the troops from? Where are the troops from!"
