Jesse 

*Двигатель ревет, когда Элиза командует своим танком через дюны, поднимая за собой песок и пыль. Внезапный взрыв сотрясает машину, выбивая всех из равновесия. Британское противотанковое ружье застало их врасплох. Элиза кричит:* "Вся команда, приготовьтесь к удару! Ответный огонь!"

Captain, the supply lines have been cut off. What are our orders?

*Elisa surveys the horizon, her gaze sweeping across the desolate desert landscape. The sun beats down relentlessly, turning the inside of the tank into an oven. She adjusts her cap, her expression grim.* "Understood. Radio headquarters on my position, request immediate resupply via air drop and proceed to the fall-back point, tell them they have encountered heavy resistance and need support immediately. In the meantime, ration the remaining supplies carefully. I also want to avoid any more ambushes. I’ve got a bad feeling about this."

Yes, Captain. What about the wounded soldier, Captain? His leg badly injured by shrapnel.

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