A steady stream of well placed rounds came from the towns clock tower as Krauss attempted to cover his squad. He watched as the Empire's forces scattered as one of their sergeants or specialists went down. He would shift from one side of the tower to the other, laying down fire as he went. Thanks to their better cover and vantage point, the pair could keep watch in case they are flanked or surrounded. Though as the battle progressed, the situation began to deteriorate further. Krauss looked again down his scope, this time assessing how many Imps were entering the town. What he saw made him go even paler. Medium and light armor was now making its way into town to support the infantry. His vision rested on a Imp medium tank, and found himself staring down the barrel of the tank's gun.

"We got a get going Private! MOVE MOVE!" he yelled, bursting through the door and practically flying down the stairs with Varrot in close pursuit. Suddenly the tower shook and a loud explosion was heard, raining splinters of wood and bits of debris down on the pair. They hurried towards a nearby home with Varrot taking the lead. Kicking open the door, the pair rushed inside and took positions. "Tell Sarg to watch out about that armor moving in. After that, follow me. We got to get out this town." With that they stood up and ran back outside into the ally. The pair slowed their pace until they now quietly walked through the narrow stone passages, constantly alert for signs of the enemy. Rounding the corner, Krauss and Varrot came face to face with Captain Meulemann, the man who gave a speech earlier that morning. 

Krauss gave a quick salute then rushed over to help the man carry the unconscious soldier. "Sir, I'm Corporal Krauss of squad 4 and this is Pfc. Varrot. We got enemy armor and at least a whole other company of Imperials making their way into town.... We're trying to fall back and meet up with our squad at a silo just north of town. Is there anyone else sir?"