"Give the order, Commander."
Three factions have already gathered together.
Tonight's war can be said to be overwhelmingly smooth.
The place with the most casualties might be the former allies in the east; they fought amongst themselves over the Wenster typewriters and even killed several of their own.
Trafford looked at the gathered forces, with only the Sanctuary left in front, and felt a surge of heroism within.
The matter is finally coming to an end, and he will be reborn amidst this storm.
"Want one?"
Travis lit a cigarette for himself and came to Trafford's side, then asked.
"I'll take one."
At this moment, Trafford became very tolerant, even smoking a cigarette with Travis.
Travis handed the cigarette to Trafford, thoughtfully shielding it from the wind so the flame wouldn't blow out.
He took a deep puff of his cigarette.
Trafford nodded to those behind him.
It's time to launch the final assault.
"Charge!"
