"The soldiers are retreating from the Cross district," a lower-rank officer raised his head above the massive radio station and announced with a voice loud enough to cut through the chatter of the field command center.
"What?!" Norbert raised from above the planning table that displayed the live displacement of all the units under his command. "Who gave that order?!"
Despite the clear agitation in his voice, the young general's face remained calm.
It was exactly this ability of his to keep a calm face that allowed for his rapid ascension through the ranks… even if only within the garrison corps. But now, with how the national army was locally reduced to just the troops located within the city - with the sole exception of the small detachment of the artillery that the national army sent before all comms went dark - this former mayor has now turned into the general in charge of all the military affairs of the city.