Woodcutters

France, September 23rd 1803

2:29 PM

Lukas and the rest of the army were heading to the battlefield. They were not very far from there, so they were starting pick up their pace.

Meanwhile, Johan calmly walked along with his comrades. He was ready to take on anything that would appear in front of him.

Johan sighed. 'This is a decisive battle. I can't waver!' he thought.

Soon, to Johan's surprise, a soldier suddenly walked up to him.

"Hey, you!" the soldier said.

Johan turned towards the voice while raising his brow. "...Yes?" he asked.

The soldier smiled. "My name's Walter, and I was assigned to go to the frontlines for the first time today," he said. "Since you have also first come to the frontlines recently, I thought we should get along a bit," the man added.