He shuddered violently, the transmitter in his hand fell to the ground, and he clutched the bleeding bullet hole in his neck with both hands. A wheezing sound escaped his throat as his eyes widened with endless terror and unwillingness, slowly crumpling down to the cold sandy ground, blood quickly soaking the earth beneath him.
The fierce and brutal crossfire, from the first explosion to the gunfire gradually thinning out and finally ceasing completely, lasted less than six minutes in total.
But for the four remaining members of Mans Squad, those mere six minutes felt as torturous as centuries in hell.
When the 1515 assailants retreated as silently as they had appeared, they didn't linger after their successful ambush. Instead, they vanished into the dense night and complex terrain.
The old path, which had just undergone a bloody baptism, quickly fell into a death-like silence, leaving only the crackling sound of burning vehicle wreckage and the nauseating stench of blood.
