Church bells rang, but no choir could be heard to welcome an absent parish. The rain was heavy over the island of Mindanao, and the fog even thicker.
If not for the fact that his helmet was fully covered, the condensation would no doubt be dripping from its aramid brow onto his regal nose at this very moment.
Yet, Erich didn't seem to care. A cigarette lay in his mouth, its infantile embers shielded by the ridge of his helmet.
He moved slowly, and slightly through the brush, along with a squad of men towards the objective.
With each ring echoing across the town, its defenders rushed into position, quickly rushing towards anti-tank guns, and whatever cover they could find to protect them from the coming onslaught.
The armored column pushed down the road, headed straight for the town, while Erich had already disembarked from his command vehicle, and was leading a small cohort of the Brigade's most veteran members.
