The air was heavy with tension as the Amerathian forces prepared for their final assault on the Mexican capital. The sprawling city of Nueva Libertad lay ahead, its skyline dominated by ancient churches and government buildings. Beneath the veneer of its majestic architecture, the city had become a fortress. Barricades lined the main avenues, artillery emplacements covered key choke points, and thousands of Mexican soldiers stood ready for a last stand.
Lieutenant Andrew Hayes surveyed the battlefield from his forward command post, his sharp eyes scanning the distant defenses. Smoke from scattered skirmishes hung low over the horizon, a grim reminder of the battles that had led them here.
"Caldwell," Hayes called out, his voice cutting through the hum of preparation.
Sergeant Caldwell stepped forward, saluting briskly. "Yes, sir?"
"Status on the vehicles?"
