"Guys ready!?" yelled Art to his squad.
"Yes Sir!" they yelled in unison. They lined up as the other soldiers ran between them towards the tower.
"Fire!" A barrage of bullets showered the enemy, knocking a small fraction of the brieders out. "We'll be lucky to survive. We will not be here long if we don't have foot soldiers defending us." He said to Faith as she had a patch on her arm, giving some signal she was a commander. "Which means the tower won't be a good place for us."