November 4, 2031, 8:31 PM, Beachhead Position One, Antean positions.
A lieutenant colonel found Nelly and said, "Tonight our forces will bombard the enemy artillery positions, so transportation won't be hindered. You should go back and recuperate."
Nelly asked, "Is this an order from General Rocossov?"
"No," the lieutenant colonel shook his head, "but the Front Army Headquarters inquired about your condition again today, it's clear the commander is concerned about you… ma'am."
"He wouldn't issue such an order, don't you know? He himself is charging at the front lines, even the captured Moravians said they envy us for being able to fight under a general who leads charges in person," Nelly said calmly. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here until we win the campaign."
The lieutenant colonel wanted to say more but was interrupted by the sound of artillery from the opposite bank.
