The Division A camp was in uproar. The Division A camp was like a lonely boat in the middle of thunderstorm. All soldiers of the Division A were battle ready. They were fully gear. They formed a defense line and looked at the incoming locust of enemies with a determine gaze. A young man walked amidst the Division A defense line with an emotionless expression. Beside him was a middle aged woman. They were Thomas and Maya.
Thomas stopped at the forefront of the defense line and looked at the incoming enemies. It was nearly impossible for anybody to see the end of the incoming Miansa soldiers. The enemies had threw everything into the battle. They wanted to wipe off the Division A in one clean swoop.
"This the long awaited battle. Gathered everything. This a battle of no return. It either we overcome or die trying. The enemies are trying everything to kill us. Both will they succeed." Thomas asked in commanding tone.
