บท 215: Total War - III

The desert night had always been quiet, but this silence was different.

Captain Malik sat in the passenger seat of the lead truck, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon.

The convoy moved steadily through the dusty tracks near Ismailia, their headlights dimmed to avoid detection.

The trucks carried vital supplies ammunition, food, and medical aid for the Rajputana Rifles stationed farther inland.

Just few minutes before they have recieved the report that United Kingdom has engaged with them in battlefield.

Malik couldn't shake the unease that this news brought to him, and neither could the driver, Subedar Ram Singh.

"Sir, doesn't feel right, this silence," Singh muttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"It never does," Malik replied. He leaned out of the window, scanning the dunes under the faint moonlight. "Keep the convoy tight. We're too exposed here."