Three weeks pass as the Diamond Wolves get their footing on the frontlines. While they have only been in a handful of serious battles, they have begun to enter their routine.
"Commander, the higher-ups are saying we need to shift our camp north, apparently they want to do a pincer attack against a unit of Contal Knights that advanced inward," Maya says.
"What? Damn… We just shifted our camp last week, and we are still recovering from the last battle. I assume they want this done soon?" Victoria asks while rubbing the sides of her head.
"Yes, the attack is planned to occur in five days," Maya replies. "I don't know if we have enough rations to make the trip, we will have to purchase more, but our budget is pretty tight…"
"Yes… We are still only a tier two camp, we aren't that valuable, I have been attempting to request a higher tier, but they continuously refuse to do so…" Deron mutters.