As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields, you and the regiments from various countries press on, your footsteps muffled by the soft earth. The weight of uncertainty hangs heavy in the air as you contemplate your next move, having narrowly escaped through the bridge. The flickering starlights within offer a glimmer of hope in the encroaching darkness, but the pressing question of what lies ahead lingers in everyone's mind.

Your regiment is currently facing a manpower shortage as a result of casualties sustained in a recent incident. Some of our soldiers were either infected or killed at the gate, while others were unable to make it across the bridge in time due to a mistake in the placement of explosives. The majority of the losses occurred during the attempt to push a cart loaded with barrels.

As you stroll through the field of tall grass under the twinkling night sky, you notice your companion, Georg Leitner, the officer of your regiment, suddenly halt in his tracks. His troubled expression prompts you to call out to the others and suggest a rest for the night. After a brief discussion, everyone agrees. You find a sheltered spot near some trees and arrange it into a makeshift resting area. Concerned for Georg, you share half of your food with him, providing some relief for his troubled state.

Georg Leitner: "Thank you... Sorry if I worried you earlier."