Lieutenant Andrew Hayes stood atop a ridge overlooking the battlefield, his sharp gaze focused on the fleeing remnants of the Mexican army. Around him, his men reloaded their rifles and checked their gear, their faces a mix of exhaustion and determination.
"Lieutenant," Sergeant Caldwell approached, his boots crunching on the dry earth. "Orders from command. We're to advance south and secure the territory beyond the border."
Hayes nodded, his expression grim. "Very well. Gather the men and prepare to move out. Leave the wounded in care of the medics; we'll send for reinforcements to evacuate them."
Caldwell saluted and hurried off to relay the orders. Hayes turned to the horizon, where the faint outline of the Rio Grande marked the dividing line between Amerathia and Mexico. Beyond it lay enemy territory—hostile lands they were now tasked with pacifying.