Four days passed in the blink of an eye.
A small squad of soldiers stood atop a wooden watchtower. Their eyes surveyed the distant fields ahead, their hands tightly gripping the cold guns.
"What's happening over there?" one of the guards pointed north.
"The operation has started," their squad leader spoke. "Keep an eye out. Don't be distracted by their parade."
"Yes!"
The squad leader squinted, watching the long formation of soldiers marching straight into the bridge.
Their loud steps reverberated far, reaching the ears of a few residents who stopped by the river. The children waved their hands in joy while the adults returned to the water, fetching a pail for today's supply.
"Papa, the water tastes funny!"
"Tony, don't drink the water on your own!"
A parent seized his son's hand who was trying to scoop another mouthful.
"It hasn't been boiled yet, why are you so impatient?!"
"But it does taste funny, papa..." the child's face fell.
