In the army, “jacket boys” are what they call officers who didn’t finish an academy and ended up in the troops after military departments at universities. Of course, Il’ya and his coursemates weren’t too concerned about the insulting nickname—they didn’t intend to serve after graduating. But one day, bewildered students were dragged out of a bus that somehow had made its way from Moscow onto a rural road—men in military uniforms. They were forced to take an oath to an unknown state, given grenades with automatic rifles, and told that now they serve in the people’s militia, whose task is to hold a crucial front line at any cost. But how do you do that when facing you aren’t enemy tanks, but combat dragons supported by chains of foot-soldier magicians; instead of shells falling into trenches, fiery spells rain down onto militia positions; and from above, combat wyverns dive in?