Valkyria Chronicles 4-codex -

Maybe they are.

We’re not heroes. We’re just too far north to turn back. Valkyria Chronicles 4-CODEX

Day 47 of the Northern Cross offensive.

Raz asked me yesterday, “How many more bridges do we have to blow up before we can go home?” I didn’t have an answer. He laughed, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and walked back to his tank. That’s his way. The jokes get louder the closer the mortar shells land. Maybe they are

We’re pushing toward the Imperial capital. The maps say “Europa 1935.” The ground says something else: frozen mud, shattered lances, and the blue glow of ragnite crates abandoned in the dark. lit a cigarette with shaking hands

Forty-eight hours. That’s an eternity when each minute sounds like a sniper’s breath.