Andreas didn't know how many times he'd been on the night shift and then saw a man dressed as an officer stumbling toward him from afar.
"Halt!" He unlocked the safety on his assault rifle, "Don't come any closer! Which unit are you from?"
Andreas had a flashlight, but he didn't want to reveal his position too quickly, so he shouted from the darkness.
"The 600th Guard Division, our unit was wiped out. It took me two days just to get through the Anteans' occupied zone. I need to see your commander!"
The newcomer's Prosenese was very fluent, but Andreas didn't dare lower his guard and asked again, "Where are you from? When did you enlist?"
The other immediately replied, "I'm a local from Plowsonia, I've been enlisted for eight years, participated in the Battle of Melania and the Battle of Carolingian. If I weren't a local, I couldn't possibly have bypassed the enemy's troops!"
Andreas thought for a moment and asked, "What's the best pub on King Street?"
