Fleur gritted her teeth and forcefully dragged Xiaoliu out. The two of them scrambled to roll and crawl their way out.
After much effort, they managed to break free from the encirclement of the stinger bees and reached behind the slope, where they joined the infantry platoon ahead.
Dozens of soldiers huddled behind the troop carrier, defenseless against the enemy's crossfire that pinned them down.
"We're doomed, we're all going to die..." One infantryman seemed terrified, mumbling to himself incoherently. "God, please get me out of here..."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Jishilin slapped the infantryman's head and straightened the slanted helmet. "What kind of bullshit god? If there really were one, we wouldn't be here!"
"Get your act together; no one's going to save you if you don't, understand!?"
The soldier's yell seemed to bring some clarity, and he adjusted his helmet, swallowing hard as he nodded.
